HEIR OF PAIN
“I swear, you won’t get away with what you did.”
Carlos tilted his head, his smirk widening. “Ohh… really? I won’t?”
He slid his phone from his pocket with slow, deliberate movements. The glowing screen lit up. Then, with a simple tap, he played a video.
A moaning sound filled the silence, echoing in the small room.
Arden froze, his body numb, his face draining of color as the realization hit him.
“Just one click,” Carlos said, his smirk cruel and satisfied, “and your nude will be all over the Internet.”