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Walking past Ariel, he said, "It's late now. You should go back and get some rest." Ariel remained rooted in her spot for a long time. It wasn't until Tabitha came over and asked her if everything was alright that she came to her senses. As Ariel stepped out of the door, a night breeze blew into her face. Her muddled thoughts suddenly became clear, and an idea popped into her mind. While walking, she took out her phone and called Jodie. "Try to find a way to leak out the news to the paparazzi that Yvonne has a child out of wedlock," she ordered calmly.

Cindy laughed out loud mockingly. “Then give us two minutes to do so.” And just when Cassandra ended the call and gave Grace the phone, Grace typed some stuff, and before you knew it, she dropped the video too. “She is a bitch! Bitches, I mean!” Grace said and heaved a sigh; immediately she had dropped the video, to the surprise of Cassandra. “Love, you really uploaded those videos?” Cassandra asked; she was also surprised. Because damn! It was disgusting. It will really cause a lot In the internet, it will be termed as leaking nudes and sex tapes of sluts who were having an affair with the famous Alpha, Alpha Nelson, even for the fact that he was married.

The sound of my notification reverberated in the quiet area, I glanced at my screen to check what it was and my heart dropped in my stomach when I saw the headline. “Movie star, Aria Winchester caught on camera having sex with her step-sister’s fiancé, the famous billionaire Ace Kings.”

Not to forget his promise to release every of her nude pictures that he had taken. Some days ago in her annoyance and the need to be certain she isn't being fooled by him. Leila had confronted Carl to let her catch a glimpse of them. He had been adamant at first, but she wasn't one to give up either. Her eyes had almost fallen out of the sockets when she saw her naked self.

The articles appeared on day five. Aria woke to her phone buzzing with notifications from numbers she didn't recognize. Anonymous texts. Social media alerts. She opened one message: You should be ashamed. She didn't open the rest. Instead, she searched her own name. The results made her stomach drop. Photos of her leaving the Obsidian building. Photos from the restaurant—Damian's hand on her back, her in that red dress, diamonds at her throat. The headlines asked questions: Who Is Aria Hale? Cross Spotted With Wife's Younger Sister—Affair or New Beginning? Mystery Woman in Red: Sources Say She's Family

We held a press conference two weeks later. Midtown hotel. Conference room packed with reporters. I stood at the podium. Rachel beside me. Sienna holding Sofia in the front row. My hands were shaking. I gripped the sides of the podium to steady them. "My name is Aria Winters. Three months ago, I discovered my husband was a bigamist. An abuser. A criminal. He drugged me for two years without my knowledge. Controlled every aspect of my life. Nearly destroyed me."

“There’s a situation. You’re going to want to see this.” Aria tensed. “What kind of situation?” Sebastian didn’t answer. He was already striding toward the elevator, anger building in every step. Aria followed. Downstairs, in his private office, Julia was waiting—phone in hand. “Someone leaked photos from last night’s gala,” she said. “Including the moment Daniel confronted Aria.” “Let me guess,” Sebastian growled. “They twisted the narrative.” Julia nodded. “According to a tabloid site, your wife was seen cozying up to her ex-fiancé while you were distracted. There’s speculation about the legitimacy of your marriage—and your state of mind.”

- She stood up, giving me one more glance before walking out the door. My phone beeped, disturbing the quiet atmosphere. I brought it out from my pocket, staring at the influx of photos with a blank expression. They were mostly pictures of Irina entering and exiting a bar with a male figure that didn't look like Jason and then a few shots of her also entering and exiting a gynecological clinic, with a huge framed hat to conceal her identity. I scrolled lower and lower, most of them being side shots of Irina and the same male figure. And then a blurry picture of what seemed to be a pregnancy report - whosoever had taken these pictures seemed to have been in a hurry.

You’re my peace, Arielle. Her heart fluttered at those words. Maybe things wouldn’t be easy. But she was starting to believe they might be worth it. The next morning at school, whispers followed Arielle through the halls. She stepped into the hallway, only to be met with glares and gasps. "Is it true?" "he slept with him? No way. Check the group chat. Someone leaked a photo. Her hands trembled as she pulled out her phone. Her heart nearly stopped. A blurry but unmistakable image of her leaving Xavier’s car in the early morning was circulating like wildfire. The comments were brutal:

Inside the Scandal Shaking Stone Global. His thumb hovered over the image. The picture was of him - holding Aria, gently, maybe protectively - but the photo had been doctored. Aria’s outfit was no longer the elegant dress she’d worn that night of the exhibition. It had been manipulated into something obscene: fishnet tights, sky-high heels, a black leather bikini top, glitter on her arms, and dollar bills edited crudely into the background. She looked like a club performer - vulnerable, sexualized, and exploited.