THE FALL IF THE GILDED IDOL

​The air in the Sterling mansion was thick with the scent of pine and impending ruin. In the dim, amber glow of the lounge, the trap Liam had set was snapping shut with lethal precision. The drug—a fast-acting, disinhibiting sedative—had fully taken hold of Jessica. Her usual mask of icy perfection had melted away, replaced by a reckless, glazed-eyed hunger.

​Liam sat back on the couch, unbuttoning his shirt with a calculated slowness. Jessica didn't wait. She crawled onto his lap, her movements fluid and desperate, and began kissing him with a passion that was as much about spite for Alexander as it was about the chemicals in her blood.

​High on the landing, Seraphina stood frozen in the shadows. She had come down for a glass of water, but the scene below made her breath hitch. She watched as her brother Liam leaned into the kiss, his eyes cold and focused even as Jessica’s hands wandered. Seraphina didn't intervene. She understood the silent wars of the Sterling household better than anyone. She turned quietly and vanished back into her room, the image of the "perfect" Jessica Van Doren crumbling in her mind.

​Liam stood up, lifting Jessica effortlessly. He snatched her phone from the velvet cushion of the couch before kicking his bedroom door shut. He tossed her onto the bed, where she sprawled out, laughing breathlessly. While appearing to undress, Liam strategically propped her phone against a heavy crystal vase on the nightstand. The camera was angled perfectly, capturing every inch of the room. Jessica, lost in a drug-induced haze, noticed nothing.

​Liam who was undressed already and went to her kissing her thighs and going up while kissing her stomach and kissed her passionately ,she was moaning slowly on his ear Liam who was already on and hard he asked her whispering on her ear "do you want daddy yo fuck you" ,"yes daddy I want it all..." before Jessica could finish her line Liam had already inserted his big hard dick in her ,she was breathing feeling the big dick through her it was a feeling she couldn't explain. Liam started riding her roughly with Jessica moaning loudly and holding Liam tight and pulling him to go as deep as he could ,with a minute she was already on top of Liam riding his fast and passionate the look on her face it was not the "sweet Jessica" she was fucking him like a slut like her life depends on it .By the early hours of the morning Jessica had passed out into a heavy, unresponsive sleep. Liam, cold and efficient, grabbed her phone. He pressed her limp thumb against the sensor, unlocking the device. With a few swift taps, he uploaded the video to the Sterling Global company group—a chat filled with hundreds of executives, investors, and staff—and then cross-posted it to her public social media accounts.

​"Sleep tight, Jess," he whispered, before heading to the shower to wash away the night.

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​The sun rose over the city, but for Jessica, it brought no warmth. She woke to the sound of running water, her head throbbing with a dull, rhythmic ache. As the memories of the night began to flicker back, she gasped, pulling the duvet tightly against her chest. The realization that she was in Liam’s bed hit her like a physical blow.

​She scrambled to find her clothes, her hands shaking. As she was pulling on her dress, the bathroom door opened. Liam stepped out, dripping wet and completely unbothered and naked.

​"Morning, naughty girl," Liam scoffed, a predatory smirk on his face. "Already leaving? You’re not even going to give daddy some morning glory?"

​"Stop it, Liam!" Jessica hissed, her face burning with shame. "I was drunk. You took advantage of me!"

​Liam let out a sharp, dry laugh. "Advantage? Don’t rewrite history, Jess. You were begging for it. You were holding me so tight I thought you’d snap a rib. You wanted this."

​Jessica clicked her tongue in disgust and bolted from the room, her heels clicking frantically as she raced toward the safety of her own guest suite.

​She didn't get far. Alexander was already standing in the kitchen, a cup of black coffee in his hand. He looked at his watch, then at Jessica, who looked like a bird that had been caught in a storm.

​"Morning, Jessica," Alexander said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "Why are you coming out of Liam’s bedroom at six in the morning?"

​Jessica’s heart plummeted. "I... I needed a charger, Alex. Mine isn't working." She didn't wait for his response, rushing past him and locking herself in her room.

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​Inside her room, Jessica frantically scrubbed her skin in the shower, trying to wash away the scent of Liam and the shame of her choices. As she was drying her hair, her phone began to vibrate incessantly. A call from her best friend, Zayne, flashed on the screen.

​"Morning, Zayne—"

"Jessica, what in God's name has gotten into you?" Zayne’s voice was frantic. "I know you wanted to spite Alexander, but posting your sex tape with his brother on the company group? And your I*******m? Girl, the entire city has seen you!"

​Jessica’s blood turned to ice. She pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at the screen. Thousands of notifications. Missed calls. DMs. She opened her socials and saw her own face, her own body, trending at #1. The memes were already being made. She was a laughingstock.

​Downstairs, the house was a hornet's nest. Eleanor was screaming at Liam, accusing him of dragging the Sterling name through the mud. Jessica’s father, a man of immense pride, was trembling with rage. "Get down here, Jessica!" he bellowed.

​When Jessica appeared, pale and trembling, Eleanor rushed to her. "Tell them, Jessica. Tell them he drugged you. My sweet girl would never do this."

​"He did, Mother," Jessica sobbed, leaning into Eleanor’s false comfort. "He took advantage of me. I would never post such a thing."

​"Liar," a voice rang out.

​Everyone turned to see Seraphina standing at the base of the stairs. "She’s lying. I saw them in the lounge last night. They were drinking together, and she was the one who went after him. She sat on his lap. She kissed him first. Liam didn't force her into anything."

​The silence that followed was deafening. Eleanor’s face went white. Mr. Sterling stood up, his gaze hard and final as he looked at Jessica’s father.

​"There is no marriage," he stated, his voice like iron. "This ends now. We cannot have our family name tied to this... scandal. Our friendship remains, but Jessica will never be a Sterling."

​The Van Dorens left in a whirlwind of shame, Jessica’s parents shouting at her, calling her a failure and a disgrace as they pushed her into the car.

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​At the Silverwood Estate, the mood was the polar opposite. The marble kitchen was bright and airy, and the scent of fresh lemons and lavender filled the air. Shante was practically vibrating with excitement as she burst into the room.

​"Girl! Tell me you've seen the news!" Shante shouted, thrusting her phone in front of Isabella’s face.

​Isabella, who had been peacefully preparing breakfast, looked at the screen. Her jaw dropped. "But... why would she do this? I know she’s desperate, Shante, but this is her whole life ruined."

​"Every dog has its day, Bella!" Shante laughed, clapping her hands. "The 'Mighty Classy Jessica' has fallen from her throne. Let’s celebrate!"

​Isabella smiled, a genuine, soft expression. "I just want peace, Shante. This estate... it’s beautiful. I feel safe here."

​"You deserve it, friend," Shante said, her voice turning uncharacteristically soft. "You’ve worked harder than anyone. You deserve this life. You deserve Alexander."

​Just then, Alexander entered the room, carrying a massive bouquet of lilies and roses. He went straight to Isabella, pulling her into a warm embrace and kissing her deeply. "Morning, my angel. How did you and the twins sleep?"

​"We slept wonderfully, love," Isabella replied, leaning into his strength.

​"I’m getting you a helper, Soso," Alexander insisted. "I don't want you on your feet in the kitchen all day."

​"No need, babe! I’m barely showing yet. I can manage."

​"You are so stubborn," Alexander laughed. "Fine. But I’ve booked a full spa day for you and Shante. Everything is reserved. You have fifteen minutes to get ready."

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​Fifteen minutes later, Isabella emerged in a flowing green summer dress that accentuated her glowing skin and the soft curve of her belly. Alexander drove them to the luxury spa, his hand resting on Isabella’s thigh the entire way.

​As they stepped out of the car in the spa’s parking lot, a voice called out—a voice that made Isabella’s heart stop.

​"Isa? Is that you?"

​A girl Isabella recognized from Mama G’s parlor was walking toward them, draped in cheap furs and clinging to the arm of an older man. "Girl, where have you been? Mama G is looking for you like crazy she's loosing clients and money they want you! You were her best girl, and you just vanished. You changed your number, your address... everyone misses you and she won't stop till she finds you."

​The girl leaned in closer, ignoring Alexander’s darkening expression. "You need to come back to the game, Isa. The money is great lately."

​"Come on, candy," the old man grunted, pulling the girl away. She waved over her shoulder as they disappeared into a nearby shop.

​Isabella stood frozen on the pavement. The bright sun suddenly felt cold. The spa, the estate, the Sterling name... it all felt like a fragile glass house. No matter how much silk she wore, or how many millions Alexander spent, her past was a shadow that refused to leave her and might destroy Alexander .

​Alexander didn't say a word. He didn't ask questions. He simply stepped behind her, wrapping his powerful arms around her waist and pulling her back against his chest. He held her there, a silent promise that he would be the shield between her and the world she had left behind.

​"I’ve got you, Soso," he whispered into her ear. "The past is just a story. We’re writing a new one."