He Made Me Strip, So I Took Everything

Chapter 1

The moment Audrey Lane returned home, she saw her son, Noah Prescott, being held on the couch by two bodyguards.

His small body curled up, trembling, and he was too afraid to cry out.

Marcus Prescott stood nearby in an immaculate suit, holding a baseball bat.

His mistress, Megan Shaw, sat in a brand-new custom-made wheelchair and watched in silence.

Marcus looked up at Audrey. A faint smile tugged at his mouth as his deep, dark eyes fixed on her.

"Audrey, you're back."

Audrey's gaze lingered on her son for a moment before she turned to Marcus. "Let Noah go," she said coldly.

Instead of ordering his men to release him, Marcus crouched down and stroked the boy's head. "Don't be afraid, Noah. As long as Mommy behaves, Daddy won't hurt you."

Then he stood and said in a flat, commanding tone, "Audrey, Megan says you forced her to leave the country. You're going to make it right."

Audrey glared at him. "She begged me to help her go abroad. All I did was help her."

Marcus tapped the baseball bat lightly against the wheelchair's armrest. "Stop lying. Do you really think I'd believe you?"

Bang.

Noah's little body jerked violently.

"I want you to do a dark-web strip livestream," Marcus said calmly. "That will let Megan vent her anger."

Audrey's pupils dilated. She thought she had misheard him.

"Marcus, what did you say?"

"I said, strip on a livestream!" he repeated, his gaze as sharp as a blade. "Every time you refuse, I'll break one of our son's legs. You only have two chances."

Audrey trembled with rage.

She had carried him for 10 months.

He was the child Marcus had once cradled while crying and saying, "Audrey, this is our baby."

Yet now, he was using their child's legs to force her into a dark-web strip livestream.

"Marcus." Audrey looked at him with the last trace of hope she had left. "This is our son. Didn't you say he and I were the people you loved most in this world?"

Marcus smiled faintly.

"Audrey, you and Noah will always be people I love."

He paused. Audrey's pale face was reflected in his deep-set eyes.

"But Megan is the person I love now."

Audrey looked at her trembling son and felt as if someone had ripped her heart straight out of her chest. She stared at Marcus, wanting nothing more than to lunge at him and kill him.

Marcus handed the baseball bat to the bodyguard beside him.

Then, with that same hand, he gently covered Noah's eyes.

"Don't be afraid, Noah." His voice was soft, but his words were unbearably cruel. "Even if you end up with a permanent injury, Daddy will support you for the rest of your life."

Then he raised his eyes to Audrey.

"Audrey, I'll count to ten. Whether our son keeps his left leg is up to you."

"One."

Noah's tears slipped through Marcus's fingers.

"Two."

The boy's voice was small and shaky. "Daddy... you won't hit me... right?"

Marcus didn't answer.

"Three..."

Audrey took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. "I'll do it."

Marcus froze.

"I'll do it," Audrey repeated firmly. "Let Noah go first."

Marcus stared at her for several seconds, as if deciding whether she was trying to trick him.

Then he waved a hand, and the bodyguards released Noah.

The little boy immediately threw himself into Audrey's arms, trembling all over. "Mommy... I'm scared..."

Audrey crouched, pulled her son tightly against her, and kissed his forehead.

Her eyes stung for a moment, but she blinked back the tears.

"Don't be afraid, Noah. Mommy's here."

Her voice was gentle and steady, anchoring her terrified son.

Then she stood and handed him to a maid. "Take Noah back to his room."

After Noah was taken away, only Audrey, Marcus, Megan, and the two bodyguards remained in the living room.

Marcus snapped his fingers.

One of the bodyguards brought over a laptop, opened a website, and started the stream.

The viewer count in the dark-web livestream room began to soar.

A: [A strip livestream? Is this for real?]

B: [Damn, that body is incredible!]

C: [Strip! I'll tip you 1 million dollars!]

The words on the screen cut into Audrey like knives.

Her eyelashes trembled once, then she regained her composure.

Marcus stood to one side with his arms crossed, watching as if amused. "Start, Audrey. Don't keep the audience waiting."

Megan sat in her wheelchair with her head bowed and her shoulders trembling slightly, as if she felt sorry for Audrey.

Audrey raised a hand. Her fingertips stopped on the buttons of her blouse.

Then she started undoing the buttons. Her face remained expressionless, though her knuckles whitened slightly.

Marcus suddenly frowned.

The Audrey he knew would tear up if he came home late.

He had thought that forcing her to strip on camera would make her break down and beg for mercy, giving Megan a chance to vent her anger.

But as he watched her blouse slide to the floor, he felt inexplicably agitated.

He couldn't explain the feeling.

Next, Audrey removed her skirt, followed by her stockings. She removed one piece after another.

Marcus's gaze fell on her.

It was the body he had desired countless times before.

But now, more than 100,000 strangers on the dark web were watching her.

The livestream had already surpassed 100,000 viewers, and the total tips kept climbing wildly.

A: [f**k! Her body is amazing!]

B: [Don't stop! There's only one layer left!]

C: [Hurry up and strip! I've already taken my pants off!]

Audrey reached for the strap of her final garment.

"Enough." Marcus's hoarse, cold voice suddenly cut in.

"What is it?" Audrey turned her head, a mocking smile curling at her lips. "Feeling sorry for me, Mr. Prescott?"

The look in her eyes made Marcus's chest tighten.

"I said that's enough." Suppressing his anger, Marcus looked away. "Are you deaf?"

The bodyguard froze for a moment, then stepped forward and shut down the laptop.

As the livestream went black, comments were still racing across the screen.

A: [??? Why did it stop?]

B: [The male lead stopped her? Does he still care?]

C: [Unbelievable. Is there something wrong with the male lead's head?]

Audrey looked away, bent down, and picked up her clothes.

She dressed without haste, then asked coldly, "Do you have any other orders, Mr. Prescott?"

"Audrey..." Marcus began, his voice dry, like something was stuck in his throat.

"If you don't, I'm going back to my room."

A mocking smile crossed Audrey's lips. She turned on her heel and walked upstairs.

Marcus watched from downstairs as she walked away, his brows drawn tight.

"Marcus..." Megan said softly. "Audrey... doesn't seem afraid of you at all."

Marcus didn't answer. He only stared hard at Audrey's back, his fingers tightening unconsciously.

No one noticed that after Audrey went upstairs, she casually removed the inconspicuous stud earring from her ear and slipped it into her pocket.

A miniature recording device was hidden inside the earring.

From the moment she had entered the house, it had recorded every word Marcus said, every move he made, the footage of him threatening their son with a baseball bat, and the entire dark-web livestream.

Audrey returned to her room.

She locked the door, pulled out her phone at once, and dialed a number.

The call was answered after a single ring.

"Ms. Lane?" A calm male voice came from the other end. "What happened this late at night?"

"Mr. Evans." Audrey's voice was frighteningly calm. "I want a divorce as soon as possible, and I want to take every asset Marcus owns."

The other end of the line went silent for 2 seconds.

"Ms. Lane, that will be very difficult."

"I remarried him 4 years ago for our child. Marcus gave me a postnuptial agreement with an infidelity clause requiring him to forfeit all marital assets if he cheated again," Audrey said. "Tonight, I recorded a video of him abusing me. I also have evidence of his affair, leads on his hidden assets, and proof that Prescott Group committed tax evasion. I finished collecting it 3 months ago and stored it in a safe-deposit box at the bank."

The man on the other end drew a sharp breath.

"Ms. Lane, you already..."

"I was prepared a long time ago," Audrey interrupted. "The moment I learned he had cheated a second time, I knew I couldn't rely on this man. I spent 3 months laying the groundwork, gathering evidence, and moving assets. I originally wanted more time to prepare..."

She paused. For the first time, emotion entered her voice.

"But today, he threatened me with Noah's legs. I can't wait any longer."

Daniel was silent for several seconds, then said, "Understood. First, with the divorce, the property division, and the evidence you have, there is enough to make him forfeit all marital assets. Second..."

"A new identity," Audrey finished for him.

"Yes, Daniel said. "I've already started the process, but it will take another 7 days to complete. You must stay calm during these 7 days. You cannot let Marcus discover what you're planning. As soon as you have your new identity, leave the country."

"So, 7 days." Audrey repeated the number.

"Yes, 7 days," Daniel said. "Can you do it?"

The faintest smile touched Audrey's lips.

"It's only 7 days. I've endured 4 years. 7 more days won't matter."

She ended the call and walked to the mirror. In the mirror, her eyes were frighteningly bright.

Audrey spoke softly to herself in the mirror.

"Only 7 days left. In 7 days, I'll ruin his reputation and leave him with nothing."