My Fiancé Proposed to a Model, So I Orchestrated His Downfall
My fiancé Lucas never missed a chance to criticize dark-skinned models, saying they’d always be at the bottom of the modeling world. No matter how stunning Giselle’s runway performance was, Lucas would never let her wear his designs.
“Darling, my clothes are all designed for you. She’s not worthy of them!” he’d say.
I thought this was his way of expressing love for me.
Until at the international fashion week, Giselle dazzled the crowd wearing the wedding
dress Lucas had designed for me. Lucas knelt on the spot, proposing to her with eyes full
of passion.
I rushed onto the stage in a frenzy to confront them, only to be labeled as the other
woman and face online backlash.
Wandering the foreign streets in a daze, I was ultimately assaulted by a group of drunk thugs and left to drown in a filthy gutter.
When I opened my eyes again, Lucas was discussing his new collection’s model choices
with me.
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“Aria, who do you think should be the lead model for this new collection?” Lucas’s gentle voice reached my ears.
Looking at his hypocritical face, the pain and humiliation from my past life surged through me like a tidal wave.
It was this very face that had showered me with sweet nothings.
“Aria, my designs are all born for you.”
“That Giselle, her skin is as rough as sandpaper. It’s an insult to even let her touch n 60
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But in the end, he embraced Giselle, had me dragged off stage by security, and left me to
die in a foreign land.
Thinking of this, I clenched my fists, my nails digging deep into my palms. The sharp pain kept me focused.
I couldn’t act rashly. I suppressed the hatred bubbling up inside me and forced a smile
onto my face.
“Lucas, I actually have an idea. Would you like to hear it?”
Lucas immediately put on a loving expression and held my hand. “Of course, your ideas are always the best.”
His touch made me nauseous, but I endured it.
I pulled my hand away and picked up the model profiles on the table, flipping to Giselle’s
page.
In the photo, she exuded confidence and wild beauty.
“I think this Giselle isn’t bad.”
Lucas’s pupils constricted sharply, and he quickly put on a look of disgust, just as I
remembered.
“Her? Aria, are you joking?”
“My designs are so noble. How could we let her showcase them? She’d only lower our
brand’s standards.”
I shook my head thoughtfully, pretending to have given it deep consideration for his sake.
“Lucas, listen to me. The fashion world is all about diversity now. Wouldn’t going against
the grain give us more buzz?”
I looked at him with sincere eyes.
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“Think about it. You’ve always claimed your designs are only for the classical beauty of
Eastern women.”
“If we suddenly use a black model with a completely different style, it’s called reverse marketing. The media will explode.”
The disgust in Lucas’s eyes gradually faded, replaced by a glimmer of excitement.
He pretended to ponder for a moment, furrowing his brow as if making a difficult
decision.
“But I’m worried about hurting you,” he said, looking at me with concern.
“A little discomfort for the sake of your career is nothing,” I smiled graciously. “Let’s do it.
I’ll go talk to her.”
Lucas finally stopped protesting. He hugged me joyfully and kissed my forehead. “Aria, you’re truly my better half! I love you so much!”
I stiffened in his embrace, my stomach churning.
