Novel & Cerita Brett Cooper Nude Fakes

"You caught my eye. We exchanged numbers. Started talking. The connection was immediate but we kept it quiet because of your family situation and my business rivalry with Logan." My eyes widen, not bothering to hide my sheer amazement. Cole's story is quite literally beyond perfection—realistic, believable and, he apparently made it up on the spot? I have to admit, he's a capable man. "Three months, charity gala, immediate connection," I repeat slowly. "Got it." "We'll need photos as well," he adds. “Photos?” I mutter, my brows arching. "As you heard… fake timestamps will go along with them as evidence of our relationship. We need to be very thorough, don't you think?”"

[I didn’t expect the fake heiress to be this vile. The reporters swarmed in like sharks smelling blood, firing questions at me. “Ms. Cooper, did you deliberately frame the real heiress just to marry Mr. Freeman?” “Did the driver falsify his testimony because he had an inappropriate relationship with you?” Ignoring the strain on his legs, Berkeley stepped forward and shielded me. “Someone, take that video down.” I forced myself to stay calm and shoved the reporters aside. “I’ll say this one more time—Yuna Shaw has no blood relation to my parents. The doctor who issued that reporthas already confessed.

Just as I braced myself to get yelled or hollered at, Gladys suddenly giggled out loud and said, "Yep, those videos are fake too. "Because I was the one sleeping with Corey that night."

she flips her fingers crossed and moves to a chair to sit. I kneel to the ground where the photos scattered and picked them one after the other studying each detail to convince myself it's fake. The hair, shape of her, all screamed real but I was growing desperate. “Ariel tell me this is false and they're fake?” Any assurance that the woman lying naked wasn't her would save my heart from breaking into a thousand pieces. The pain was ripping into me like a million daggers I couldn't breath, think or believe the evidence before my eyes.

I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed. It was an anonymous text. No name, just a picture and a message. The picture was of Albert’s hand, a hand I knew better than my own. But the laurel wreath tattoo symbolizing our mate bond had been altered—a tiny letter ‘M’ was now etched into the design. The message read: All I had to do was ask, and he let me leave my mark on him. Another message came through. So what if the ceremony is fake? He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one.

My breath caught in my throat. It was a picture of me naked. Except... it wasn’t me. The background was wrong. The angle was wrong. Even the body didn’t look like mine. Not really. It was a bad fake, but realistic enough to fool someone at first glance. My hands shook slightly as I spotted the note taped underneath. “Stay away from Bennett. Or the public gets to see this.” I stared at the words for a long moment, my mind blank, the blood roaring in my ears.

But she didn’t answer me. Because suddenly, people weren’t whispering anymore. They were talking. Loudly. Nina, silent for once, grabbed my sleeve and shoved her phone into my hands. And the second I saw the screen, my blood ran cold. An article. A headline that screamed: “Serena Cooper: The CEO’s Kept Woman?” And worse. Two names were bolded—Serena Cooper and Adrian Royce. Even worse than that— Pictures. Of us. Of Adrian kissing me. Holding me. From when he had dropped me off.

"We don't talk about that kind of thing." " So what?" Abby scoffed. " Do you fuck him too?" " Why you-" I glared at Mr. Bounce and the strong rebuking tone he was about to take on relaxed. " Don't forget you have to get Bryan Lockwood on his knees, apologizing to Ruby," Jake added from where he was and Celery wore a hardened look. " He did not leak those nudes. He did not." "The nudes were fabricated not leaked. Make him apologise and maybe we will keep quiet about what we just saw." Jake murmured something to himself after his response and took a few steps backward as though to say he was taking a break from the situation.

Naya ordered. Cole stepped out and extended his hand to Brittany who took it and stepped out proudly with him. Cole squeezed her hand and said under his breath. “You have such coarse palms, why did you use to work at a construction site?” Brittany frowned “I developed them from yesterday when I had to touch your rough cheeks” Come frowned while Brittany laughed “You better smile Cole, I can’t afford to lose 100,000 bucks because of you” she said casually. Naya quickly ordered her blogging team to take pictures of the couple and write articles about it.

He laughed loud, ordering us both shots before I could even respond, and I shoved him lightly, muttering, "Fuck off, Brett, it's not like that, but yeah, something like that." He slid onto the stool next to me, downing his shot and signaling for more, his eyes narrowing as he looked me over. "Spill, dude, you look like someone pissed in your cereal. Last time I saw you this wrecked was after that playoff loss where you whiffed the empty net remember? Coach reamed you so bad you hid in the locker room." I chuckled despite myself, because yeah, that was a shitshow, and I took the shot, feeling the warmth spread, loosening the knot in my gut a bit. "Alright, fine, it's this girl, Liv we were do