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More flashes came. “Maya Collins,” one reporter shouted. “Is it true you are Mr. Havisham’s secret lover? We have photos from the office. From the masked party. Everything.” Annabelle stepped closer. Her voice sounded sweet but poisonous. “Smile for the cameras, darling,” she said. “The world deserves to see the real you. The girl who spreads her legs for power and money.” More photos flashed. Leaked pictures appeared on screens around us: me bent over the desk, me at the party, me leaving the penthouse tonight. My face looked clear in all of them.

Everyone could see them clearly. [I never thought that one day I would have to prove my innocence because of my parents’ actions.] What I said vaguely was quickly interpreted by people online in a dozen different ways, but the photos left no room for doubt. The people who had been attacking me realized they had been misled. Angry and determined, they dug up everything about Lila. Some details were new even to me, like the fact that she had had ten abortions in two years. Zeke added fuel to the fire. He released the explicit videos they had taken and made Lila infamous all over again.

Every show, the producers would always select thirty people that could witness the show live. Hailey *No plan* was for them to come clean to the world about their relationship and how it started, apparently no one could resist a good love story. And so.. Abigail had called the biggest show in the united state of America.. that was in the field of love, and with her connection she was able to get both her and Marcel featured on it.

Abigail The moment my heels touched the pavement, chaos broke out. Shouts. Questions. Camera flashes. A deafening cacophony crashed over me like a tidal wave, swallowing me whole before I could even take a breath to steady myself. "Mrs. Remington, is it true you leaked the video yourself?" "Abigail , did you know your husband was cheating on you?" "Is it true the Remington family is trying to cover this up?" "Are you pregnant?!"

“Who alone was meant to see the images? I thought you knew better than this, Dahlia. You’ve handled so many cases like this.” Her words blurred into nothing. My eyes were glued to the image of me standing in my room, as naked as the day I was born, smiling at the camera like I had just won a trophy. I zoomed in and out, hoping to find a sign that it was photoshopped, but the truth was painfully clear. My nudes had been leaked. The only thing covering the little dignity I had left were three small tape emojis, two over my nipples and the last one between my thighs. Every other part of my body was so exposed that even a half-blind person would be left with nothing to imagine.

Chapter Forty-four Abby’s Point of View I walked into the apartment and closed the door, leaning against it for a few seconds before sighing and walking into the bedroom to get a towel and go for a shower. Sharron was still at work, she’s been keeping on top of Roman’s meetings and other things like that, but there was only so many excuses she could make while cancelling everything… especially when it was all over the media. ‘’Millionaire CEO accused of R*pe by former L*ver’’

In the human world, things like that were taken very seriously. Not only that, everything would fall apart, and I would be angry at myself for not taking care of the pictures. I handed the laptop to Abigail and turned around, covering my face with my hands as I heard her open it and the others lean in. There was no privacy. Then I heard her grunt and gasp, and I knew they had seen the pictures.

“I've had twelve years of privacy, Alex. Don't you think that has been enough?” But instead of waiting for my answer, she jumped into the water and disappeared from my sight. And I was about to have a neurotic breakdown, I took off my pants and boxers and got under the stream of water. Surprisingly, Abigail had personal hygiene products there; this really was her bathroom, it had strawberry scented soap, shampoo and conditioner. Obviously, I omitted the latter. Like I omitted my painful, overexcited cock. I preferred to ignore it than do something about it condition. Mainly because it did not feel fair, when the image of a certain totally innocent girl, was the one with which I would jacked.

Headlines, group chats, social media feeds—all screaming the same thing: “Old Intimate Video of Liora and Noah Anderson Leaked Online.” Liora froze. Her hand trembled as she tapped one of the links. “New Scandal: Leaked BDSM Video of Noah Anderson and Liora Wrenford.” “Is This Proof Liora Isn’t the Pure Woman She Claims to Be?” She scrolled through the comments, each one a knife to her chest. “No wonder Xavier chose her, she’s clearly experienced.” “How could the wife of a Wrenford have such a filthy past?” “This video is beyond disgraceful.”

It shattered into a hundred glittering pieces. Outside, the world was feasting on their ruin. Headlines screamed across every major outlet: “ASHFORD HEIR’S OFFICE SEX SCANDAL: Explicit Photos Leak—Fiancée Aurelia Vance Devastated” “From Power Couple to Public Disgrace: How Owen Ashford Threw Away a Billion-Dollar Empire” “Homewrecker Revealed: Silea Vance’s Long History of Targeting Her Sister Exposed” The photos were everywhere—high-resolution, merciless. Owen’s bare back, Silea’s legs wrapped around him, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Nothing blurred. Nothing censored. The internet didn’t forgive, and it certainly didn’t forget.