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Belle fell silent, looking at me briefly while we watched Jake type out a myriad of codes on the screens. In what felt like a few seconds, the loud and lewd sounds of sex blared out of one of the computers all of a sudden, and the video of me and Leilani fucking appeared on one of the screens. In the next screen, an audio clip of Leila saying some kind of speech began to blare out. While on the third screen, another clip, Leilani's voice was saying a barrage of insults and I knew it was the clip that was played at her event.

Isabelle’s Point of View: The smile on my face turned into a mortified look. “Achilles, who—how—” He took his phone back and exhaled. “I don’t know, Bella.” “But this is impossible, right? I mean, how can someone—isn’t this place a little too secure for that?” The video he showed me on his phone was a sex tape of us. Someone had recorded us last night… and I had no idea how it was even possible. My mind was messed up thinking about the consequences.

TESSA’S POV When I felt a tap on my shoulders, I turned to see our college's most renowned troublemaker female group. I rolled my eyes as I turned to face them with my hands akimbo ready for whatever it is they wanted. “ Sorry Tessa, I just wanted to ask if this is true, “ Bianca, their leader, said as she showed me a video playing on her phone. I looked closely and saw that it was a video of when I was explaining my predicament to Triss and Drake after I came out of Principal Sanders's office yesterday. Could this day get any worse? Who made this Video and how did it go Viral?

"Bianca, have you lost your mind? Get online right now! Your sex tapes are all over the internet! You seriously slept with other sponsors behind Mr. Tarrett's back? If you want to ruin yourself, fine, but don't drag the whole agency down with you!" My mind went completely blank. All I could hear was Claudia screaming through the phone. "You better explain those videos right now! And if Mr. Tarrett loses it over this, none of us are letting you off the hook!" Then the call cut off. My hands shook as I grabbed my phone. The trending page was flooded with my leaked intimate videos. And right at the top was the headline— [International Supermodel Bianca Belmont Slept Her Way to the Top] Dave's f

Sienna, one of our senior mentors. When I picked up, her voice was already shaking. “Layla… have you seen it?” “Seen what?” I asked, frowning. She exhaled hard. “Go on social media. Just… check. Now.” Something in her tone made my stomach tighten. I opened the app she meant, scrolling through the trending topics. And there it was. A grainy video, less than thirty seconds long, already with thousands of comments. The caption read: Teen from ‘The Amara Initiative’ caught on camera assaulting man outside convenience store.

“Shit, Lee, what kind of video is it?” Lee shook his head again, turned the volume on his phone up and pressed play before handing it to Marella. Marella gasped when Norah cupped Kelley’s groin and Lee could see the disgust and anger in her eyes. “That fucking whore,” she whispered. She watched the whole video, glancing at Lee when he spoke on the video. A glimmer of something flashed in her eyes as Kelley dismissed Norah and when the video ended she handed his phone back to him. “Let’s go,” Marella said.

A small life was growing inside her. “Xavier, I can finally give you a child.” A smile broke through her tears. Pain, trauma, every wound from the past seemed to soften in the face of that fragile line. But her happiness lasted only minutes. Her phone buzzed violently on the bedside table. Frowning, she grabbed it. The screen lit up with endless notifications. Headlines, group chats, social media feeds—all screaming the same thing: “Old Intimate Video of Liora and Noah Anderson Leaked Online.”

The banner at the bottom of the screen said: TULSA BUSINESS SCANDAL? "…breaking news this morning," the reporter was saying. "Involving local fashion icon Ellie James, founder of Ellie James Bespoke. A source has provided us with exclusive video that raises serious questions." The screen changed. It showed a video. The quality was okay. It was from across the street. It was nighttime. I saw myself. I was leaving my birthday party. I was walking next to a man. It was Leo. We were walking to his car. The video was silent. We got in the car. It drove away.

she laughed. Sasha was confident. The hurtful words didn’t get to her. She was used to it, she had been sharing makeup and skincare content for a long time, and there were always haters sending nasty messages. Negative comments? She would just delete them. Sometimes, she wouldn’t even read them so they wouldn’t ruin her mood. The leaked video clearly came from inside the production. Because of this, Eloise immediately launched an investigation to find out who was behind it. But despite her efforts, no clear lead came out.

She slammed a vase off the table in frustration. The staff fell silent, afraid to speak. Meanwhile, Charlotte, sitting nearby, examined her phone with a furrowed brow. "The video leaked." "What video?" Poly, alarmed, walked over and took Charlotte's phone. As she watched, she gasped. The video showed Poly at the Couture Design Awards ceremony, publicly exposed for plagiarizing Joe's work. The footage captured her shouting on stage, losing her composure, and being dragged away by security. The video had subtitles, ensuring the clarity of the dialogue.