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Claire whispered, color draining her cheeks. Jenna turned to Gino and nodded. He tapped his tablet. Within seconds, two crisp, high-definition photos appeared—one showing Claire, clearly drunk, stumbling barefoot in an alley with her gown torn. The other featured Lea with a powdered nose in a locked bathroom stall, unaware of the tiny black camera installed by someone with a grudge. "These were... difficult to clean up the first time," Jenna said, tilting her head. "Shall I see if your parents' PR teams are still this competent?"

“That’s it.” The next morning, they both bore bruises—hers physical, his emotional. Still, Zara showed up to the war council meeting at the Crescent Court. Ruby met her at the gate with two espresso shots and a grim expression. “You made the news.” Zara blinked. “What?” Ruby pulled out her phone. A supernatural gossip blog blazed across the screen: > “Beast Billionaire’s Human Mate Linked to Ancient Blood Curse” Sources say the new Luna may not survive her first transformation. Victor Vale calls for firm investigation.

Claire growled. She gave the phone to Gavin and said to the guys, "Find me Cain's location, imma go there to bust his head, he needs some beating." "Okay, Chairwoman." Claire went to her room and dressed up in a flash. She dressed in a black second-skin leather jumpsuit which had a zipper on its front. She zipped it to her chest line, intentionally leaving some parts of her cleavage open, and she put on a pair of black leather cover heels.

He started licking her pussy eagerly while the chat cheered. June smiled down at him, then looked straight into the camera. “Actually… there is something I want to confess to all of you tonight.” She reached over and grabbed Ethan’s phone. Before he could react, she tapped the screen and started playing one of the secret recordings she had made — clear audio and video of Ethan blackmailing her, threatening to send her clips to their parents, and calling her his “personal OnlyFans whore.” The entire chat exploded. June kept grinding on Ethan’s face while the video played, moaning softly for the camera. Tyler and Jake stood there frozen, unsure what to do.

Morning came too quickly. Claire woke to find Damian already gone, only a note left on her nightstand in his precise handwriting: Had to handle some things at the office. Jennifer will be there at 9 with a plan. Stay strong. You've got this. -D She checked her phone with trepidation. The article had gone viral overnight. Social media was ablaze with opinions - some defending her, others tearing her apart with gleeful cruelty. The hashtag #ColeGate was trending nationally.

His jaw was so tight that it looked like he might break it, considering all the force he was using to gnaw his teeth. "That fucker... He is Pavel Maury, a model by profession. He's accused of molesting several struggling models in the name of providing them work." Hunter's eyes were pools of brewing sin as he lifted his lashes. "He's taken Claire to the pub where those models claimed Maury took them." "And?" Suddenly Cole's skin was feeling hot. Ever since issues emerged in Claire and Hunter's life, he declared that he was team Claire. He was supporting her even after she refused to see him. Hearing the intel Hunter just shared, he shuddered in worry for her.

Clair turned sharply, snatching it from her grasp. “How many times do I have to tell you I wish not to be disturbed? My life is falling apart, and I can’t afford interruptions now, so leave and—” Clair stopped mid-sentence, her eyes landing on the front page. “A slut Luna cheating with another Alpha.” Clair couldn’t contain herself. How was this not her? The woman sprawled on the bed, dressed in red lingerie, her body shamelessly exposed—it was her. “This picture… This was when I dated Mark. How did the reporters get their hands on it?” she demanded, but Dama had no answers. She was just as clueless as Clair.

Clara could empathise with them as it was hard to socialise with elite fashion snobs. “Hello,” Clara said and walked up to them. “I recognised you three from the boutique and thought you might need a familiar face to talk to.” She smiled widely and tried not to freeze up when Beckah’s gaze swept over her. This was someone who had made a contract with a demon at the age of 10 and had tried give her soul to that demon. “I do remember you,” Beckah said. “Are you an influencer as well?” Clara shook her head. “No, my grandfather is the CEO and founder of St. Clair. It’s a popular fashion brand, you’ve probably heard of it.”

Brittney My stomach sank to my feet and I grabbed the phone in her hand. Sure enough, my face was plastered over several blogs. ‘Billionaire businessman and his young mistress leaked’ was the headline on most of them. I don't know how but they managed to get pictures of me from a couple of years back in my cheerleading outfit and made a collage with Andre's pictures. Someone even created a meme out of it. In just a couple of hours, the news has had over 10 million views and reach.

#RowenConfessions #TheLiarJournal #SheKnew Jason looked up from his phone. “Reddit. T*****r. TikTok. It’s everywhere.” Claire slammed her laptop shut. “We need to cut this at the source.” Cassandra rose from her chair slowly. “They got into my past.” “They stole your past,” Ethan said firmly. “No,” she whispered. “They’re using the parts I was too scared to throw away.” For hours, the team worked in silence. Claire passed the leaked file to a cyber investigator. Jason began sifting metadata from the journal scans. Ethan sat beside Cassandra, who stared into nothing, blank, like part of her had been stripped away.