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Around us, the crew members began whispering, their faces full of disdain. "Seriously? Rachel's so stunning, and he still cheated? The videos are everywhere, and he still has the nerve to slander her? Disgusting." Connor froze. "What did you say? What videos?" He fumbled for his phone and opened the trending list. The moment his eyes landed on the top one, his entire body went rigid. A dozen of his and Lindsey's private, intimate videos were leaked, flooding the headlines. Even with strategic blurring and censoring, their faces were unmistakable—both lost in the throes of passion.

The room went silent, except for the constant ping of my phone. Notifications were flooding in like a waterfall. Messages from Maggie, Raina, and people I hadn't talked to in years. I stared at the screen, my heart dropping to my stomach. I was being tagged in post after post. Husband snatcher. Whore. The girl who stole her sister’s happiness. My I*******m was private, and I had no idea how my photos were leaking, but the internet was already tearing me apart. Then, a live broadcast popped up—a press conference, right in the middle of the Russo sitting room.

Did he eat shame for breakfast or was he just born this scummy? ‘Whoa, slow down, what happened?’ I asked. ‘Check your phone. I just sent you some screenshots. That sewer rat’s mouthing off again.’ I opened the images. ‘Are you kidding me?’ I muttered. ‘Rhys actually said that?’ ‘Said it, sent it, and broadcast it,’ Yvaine spat. ‘Someone in his boys-only group chat leaked it. It’s already in, like, fifteen chats. I saw it in a spin class group I don’t even remember joining.’

I warned through gritted teeth, "this isn't some game. This is serious—" "This is my life!" she spat, sitting up. "Do you know what you are accusing me of? I've spent years giving my very best to this company. Working to the bone. Sleeping and eating work, and this is how I'm getting paid? By being accused of such a disgusting thing?" "That's why I am allowing you to explain yourself." "Explain what, Mr. Rhysand?" she lifted her head. "You know exactly what, Bridgette. The leak happened because of you. You were the source of the private information that made the news."

she whispered weakly. I stepped forward immediately. “Tessa baby, listen to me—” But it was already too late. I checked my phone after I chased down Tessa and her stepmother. Phones around us started buzzing simultaneously. Notifications. Headlines and Trending posts. Somebody had leaked everything. THAILAND SCANDAL EXPLODES AROUND RICHARD ANDERSON. SECRET CHILD ALLEGATIONS SURFACE. My vision blurred violently. Sophia promised. I turned around, but Sophia was gone. I barely remembered leaving the courthouse.

he whispered, though part of him already knew something bad was happening, part of him felt the cold, crawling dread that something had been unleashed - something big enough to drown him. Rachael inhaled sharply, and when she spoke again, it was almost a broken whisper, as if saying the words out loud made them too real. "It's the VANDERBILT files, Raymond. Someone - no, not someone, Nikolai Rosewood, it has to be him - he leaked everything to the public. Every transaction. Every offshore account. Every bribe. Every illegal acquisition. Every cover-up. Even documents from twenty years ago. Everything you and your father ever paid to be buried."

I was curled on the couch, laptop still open beside me, last night's statement blinking on the screen in autosave. I had written until exhaustion took me. But something felt wrong. It was the stillness again. My phone buzzed from where it sat on the counter. I padded over barefoot, rubbing sleep from my eyes. Aria: Riley. You need to get online. Now. It's bad. My stomach clenched before I could even finish reading. “I opened my browser and saw the headlines had shifted, turning against me.” Leaked Footage Suggests Inappropriate Relationship Between CEO Michael Gray and Employee Riley Jordan