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he said, his tone serious. “Another video? I didn't know.” I responded, my head shaking slightly, like he could see me. “He didn’t show it to you.” he replied, his tone sharp. “What is on the video?” I asked, running my hand through my hair. “It’s from the same night, but it shows more context. Looks like Liam was naked on the bed with the lady, her face was blurred but she had a familiar tattoo, I've dealt with a case involving them before.” He responded.

A video in which the woman is nude and has a camera connected to her body. Seeing as how Remon is lying in bed unconscious, it's hard to argue that he's not awake. "Wake up, sleepy head," the girl in the video said sultrily, "give me five minutes, sweetheart, and I'll make your knees weak." As soon as I couldn't move anymore, I went to bed, where all of the commotion in the room appeared to fade away, and all I could hear was the voice in the video. Why do I need to see it?

That was his debt to them, not mine. "If I hit Sarah today, would you fake a report for me?" I scoffed. "Talking about debts. You owe me plenty too. Would you do the same to repay me?" His face twisted, and he roared, "That's not the same. I know you're worried about Margaret, but don't use it to throw a tantrum and talk about divorce. Sarah's got night blindness. She didn't mean it. Margaret's condition is temporary. She could wake up. But if Sarah got pinned, her life would be over."

He couldn’t wait to see what she did in the privacy of her own room. The next morning, Nate woke up early and rushed to his computer to watch the footage from the night before. As he hit play, he saw Lila enter the room, wearing a silky robe that clung to her curves. She walked over to her dresser and began to undress, revealing her perfect breasts and toned stomach.

They were standing, holding drinks in their hands, looking like they were at a party. The next photo showed the blonde woman sitting on a couch. This time she was naked, her legs spread, and her pussy was shaved like it said in the ad. The third photo showed Greg. He was sitting on a deck chair by a swimming pool, naked as well, his erect cock flat against his belly.

"I don't know what you're talking about." "You don't?" I nodded to Marco. The massive screen at the front of the church—originally intended for a memorial slideshow—flickered to life. The first photo: Julian on a luxury yacht in the Caribbean, his arms wrapped around Bianca, kissing her on the deck against a backdrop of turquoise water and blinding sun. A stunned silence fell over the pews, followed by a collective gasp. "That's fake!" Julian yelled. "It's doctored!" The second photo: The two of them walking hand-in-hand on a private beach, Bianca in a bikini, Julian shirtless and smiling.

Beautiful in his brokenness. Liana climbed onto the bed carefully, positioning herself beside him. She pressed her body against his side, resting her head on his bare chest. She took the first photo. It was intimate, compromising. Her hand on his stomach. Her lips brushing his neck. Another where she was almost straddling him, her short black dress riding up her thighs. Each click sent a thrill through her veins. She took dozens of photos from different angles, making sure they looked as damning as possible. Then she selected the best ones and sent them to Noelle’s number with a simple, cruel caption:

She grilled, “Lies! You’re lying, right?” Caught off guard, Theo looked at Giselle in a fluster, his eyes betrayed his fear. “Giselle, w-why are you back?” Theo’s attitude said it all. Tears rolled down Giselle’s cheeks. Releasing her grip, Giselle staggered back in disbelief and pain. As it turned out, the body in the warehouse did belong to Lucy, and Giselle had tossed away the ashes of Dean’s mother. W-What the hell had she done?

The look in Liesel's eyes turned colder with every passing second as she continued tapping on the keyboard. In the end, she discovered a live stream link with a virus attached. Not only did that bastard install hidden cameras everywhere to film her, but he even started live-streaming on a porn website with the title, "The Plaything of a Wealthy Ashthorne Man." After Elijah dragged her out, the comments section was flooded with filthy comments. "Was that the wealthy Ashthorne man? They are so impatient. Is it time already?" "She deserves to be a plaything with that face. That's what I'd expect of a wealthy man. He sure has exquisite tastes."

I love baggy shirts it’s very comfortable. "Okay, I’m ready," I said walking out of the room. "Where are you?" I asked "I’m over here." He responded My eyes went wide as I saw him, he was completely naked, and his dick was clearly the main focus right here, like seriously when last did he shave. "Holy shit! What the dick-hole are you doing?" I screeched turning around, I closed my face with my hand. "Relax, I know I haven’t shaved for a while but trust me when I say that my little man over here is great."