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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.

I let out a bitter laugh and pushed myself up, swaying a little as I grabbed another unopened bourbon bottle from the table. She ignored my sarcasm. Without a word, she slapped a stack of printed photos against my chest. They scattered across the stained carpet. My gaze dropped, bored and unfocused—until the images registered. Ashley. The photos were screenshots from some viral fire‑scene video online. She stood in the middle of the scorched ruins, wearing a linen dress soaked through with water and sweat. The fabric clung to her body… and her stomach. Her belly curved outward in a way no one could possibly miss.

Elara’s phone screen lit up with a notification that stopped her heart cold. An unknown email address had sent a video file titled “Stepbrother’s Dirty Secret.” Her fingers trembled as she opened it. The footage began playing automatically. There she was, completely naked, riding Jax hard in the Big Sur cabin, her head thrown back in ecstasy while he gripped her hips and thrust up into her. The camera angle was perfect, capturing every explicit detail. Every moan. Every slap of skin. Every creampie he had filled her with.

“What are you talking about?” Damien turned the phone toward her. On the screen was her secret OnlyFans page. Not just the main one — the locked posts. The ones where she was completely naked, legs spread, fingering herself. Another picture showed her shoving a dildo deep in her pussy with the caption “wish this was your cock daddy.” Riley’s face went pale. “Delete that right now. That’s private.”

"This is bad. I'm not going to sit here and pretend it isn't. But you are not the first person this has happened to. Do you hear me?" He held my gaze. "You know Damien Cole? The A-list actor with three blockbuster movies this year alone? His sex tape leaked four weeks ago. It was on every front page. Do you know where he is now? He's back on set. Filming. Working. Living life. Because this is something people can survive." I shook my head rapidly, still crying hard. Duncan continued; "And Sasha Tushh—she's the most streamed artist on the continent right now. Her p**n-tape came out in March. By April, she had a number one record."

I chuckled. He shakes his head. " No. But this is bad" he said making us curious. We followed him and saw that the other guest at the store was having a commotion below the widescreen. We all looked at it and saw the pictures of Ashley and Ren with his mom flashes through the screen. " what the fvck..." Carl exclaimed looking at the monitor. This is really bad. I better call Ren about this. Ashley's face has been showing to the public and knowing how famous Ren is. His fans would do everything to know the identity of the girl beside him. This scandal may even be exposed to Ashley's secret and damn! That would be the worst!

“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.

Little Greene's small voice snaps me out of my thoughts and I push the phone back against my ear, my breathing loud and my voice so fucking strained as I say, "Are you touching yourself right now, Ashley?" "I thought the picture made that clear. " She chuckles lowly, and I groan, closing my eyes to get that picture in my head; her body stretched across her bed with her pyjamas pulled down as she buries her fingers in her wetness. Her eyes will be closed, and her hair will be a tangled fucking beautiful mess as she gets lost in the pleasure. She will bite down on those plump lips to keep down the moans that threaten to tear through her lips to not wake her roommate. The image is so fucking be

“Leak every photo. Every video. Leak me at 2 AM with Alex in my arms. Leak me singing to him because his mother was bleeding out. Leak me changing his diaper because Marcus was dead and Valeria was in jail and there was no one else.” He stepped closer to the laptop. “You know what those photos show, Reese? They show I love him. They show I chose him. At 3 AM. At 3 months. At 4 years. They show I didn’t need a court order. I didn’t need a DNA test. I didn’t need Marcus’s money.” _Beep. Beep. Beep._ 79 BPM. Up three. Not from fear. From fury. “So leak them,” Adrian said. “Everyone already knows I love him. Put it on TMZ. Put it on a billboard. I’ll buy the ad space myself.”

Ashley’s POV My husband, Noah, knew I was flying in today, and the thought of that only made my cheeks rosy. I was nervous too. I would have asked Anne, my best friend to come with me, but she was supposedly on a work trip in Chicago. I missed her. Finally, I was back from his private island in Monaco. Or should I say hell? Three months ago, the worst thing happened. An intimate video of my husband and I leaked online.