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Dylan I felt my face heat up, but I kept my expression steady. Helene’s eyes lit up on stage, a proud, victorious smile spreading across her face. She looked at me like I’d just made her the happiest woman alive.But my eyes… they kept drifting back to Freya.She was standing there calm as ever, watching me with that unreadable little smile. No jealousy. No pain. Just… amusement?What the fuck is going on in her skull?I gripped my glass tighter, knuckles turning white. My stomach twisted into knots. I’d just bid a million dollars on Helene in front of everyone… and somehow, I still felt like the biggest loser in the room.“Wow… damn!” the host exclaimed, eyes wide as he pointed at me. “One million dollars from Dylan Voss for Helene Lennox! That’s a serious bid right there!”The crowd cheered and whistled. Helene was beaming on stage, looking at me like I was her hero.The host grinned and started the countdown. “One million dollars going once… going twice…”No one else raised their

~~~Freya~~~The time has finally come.This was the moment I’d been waiting for — the perfect, delicious crack in Dylan’s pathetic little world. After everything he did to me, after abandoning me at the altar like I was nothing, he still had the audacity to stand here demanding answers.I looked down at his hand gripping my wrist, then slowly lifted my gaze to meet his eyes. He looked wrecked — eyes glassy, face flushed, breathing ragged. The special drink Zoey had arranged was clearly doing its job.I yanked my wrist out of Dylan’s grip so hard he stumbled a step back.“Helloo…What the fuck is wrong with you?” I snapped, voice sharp and loud enough for the people nearby to hear. “What’s your business? Who the hell do you think you are to ask me that?”Dylan’s eyes were wild, desperate. He stepped closer again, breathing fast. “Look Freya, we're in public. It'd won't be nice if we start yelling at the top of our voice. So, telll me, Freya. Who the fuck was that guy? What’s your relati

~~Freya~~~The time has finally come.This was it — Helene’s doom.I’d been waiting for this moment for so long. Planning. Waiting. Smiling through all the bullshit just so I could watch her crumble in the most public way possible.And what better place than the Elite Royal School Reunion? The ballroom was packed with our old classmates, rich heirs, influencers… and most importantly, dozens of media companies and reporters with cameras rolling. Everything happening tonight was going to go viral. It would reach millions by morning.I looked at Helene standing there, pale and shaking, as the edited photos of “me” stayed frozen on the big screen.Perfect.This was going to be the final nail in her coffin. Her modeling career? Done. Her reputation? Destroyed. No matter how much money she threw at PR teams or damage control, she wasn’t coming back from this. Not after tonight.A slow, satisfied smile spread across my lips as I stepped forward.Helene had spent years ruining my life.Now I

~~~Freya~~~The moment Zoey and I stepped out of the venue, the reporters swarmed us like vultures.“Freya! Freya, over here!”“How long have you known about your sister’s secret?”“Why did you keep it hidden for so long?”“Was the plastic surgery the reason for your fallout?”“Freya, are you and that man that paid to dance with you really together?!”The flashes were blinding. Microphones were shoved toward my face. My bodyguards immediately formed a tight wall around us, pushing the crowd back so we could reach the car. I kept my head high, smiling calmly without saying a word until we finally slipped into the backseat.The doors shut. The chaos outside became muffled.The second the car started moving, I looked at Zoey.We both burst out at the same time.“AAAAAHHHHH!!”We squealed like teenagers, laughing and hugging each other tightly across the seat, practically jumping in place.“Girl, you fucking did it!” Zoey screamed, squeezing me hard. “That was insane! The way Helene’s fac

~~~Ryder~~~She licked her lips again, nodding slowly, almost reverently. “Yes… I want it. I want to taste you, Ryder. I want to take care of you like you take care of me.”Her small hand wrapped around the thick base of my cock, fingers barely able to close all the way around my girth. She gave it a slow, experimental stroke from root to tip, squeezing just right, twisting her wrist at the head. A thick drop of precum oozed out, and she leaned forward, her hot breath ghosting over the sensitive head.Then she took me into her mouth.“Fuuuuck,” I hissed through clenched teeth as her warm, wet lips stretched around my cockhead. She moaned loudly around me, the vibration shooting straight down my shaft and into my balls. Her tongue swirled around the head, licking up that bead of precum like it was her favorite treat. “That’s it, bunny. Suck my cock. Groan on it just like that. Let me feel how much you love tasting the dick that owns your cunt.”She groaned again, deeper this time, as s