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She whispers, sashaying in my direction. “I want you, Silvan. I want us to be more than siblings. I’m sick and tired of waiting for you to notice me.” I can’t say I’m surprised. A few years ago, Claire “mistakenly” sent me very explicit pictures and videos of herself. Safe to say I know how deep her fingers can dig into her pussy. I didn’t respond, of course. Didn’t say a single word. I simply filed it away for when it will become useful.

Chapter Fifteen By six in the morning the clip had over two million views. Wren watched the number climb in real time from Alaric's kitchen table, coffee going cold in front of her, Priya's laptop propped between them with three news sites open in separate tabs, each one running some version of the same headline. VOSS ADMITS TO YEARS-LONG COVER-UP IN LEAKED AUDIO. "They're not even pretending to wait for comment anymore," Priya said, scrolling through a fourth outlet that had already published a full timeline of the "scandal," most of it wrong, all of it damaging. "This is moving faster than anything I've ever tried to contain."

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.

And just like that, every camera was pointed up at the balcony at me. I thought you said your firm had this locked down.” Williams gave Clara a look. She scowled back at him, made three phone calls in quick succession—two of them in Spanish—and then turned back to my head of security. “The leak didn’t come from us.” Her eyes darted toward Kiara and me. “It came from your boyfriend, with the help of Julian. He wants to tarnish your image.” Kaira's answer was barely more than a whisper. “My ex.”

I cross my arms, daring her to elaborate. “What about Katy Schmitt? Danny? Shit, even Matt?” The evidence is all out on the table. Leaked therapy tapes, screenshots, audio files. Whoever runs that horrific account has it all—the means to destroy everyone in our county. And I never took a stand against it until it was about me. Suddenly, all of our phones ping, except for Claire’s. Speak of the devil. The newest post from clarenton secrets reads, “Looks like Genny Williams, the belle of Clarenton, has finally exited her shell. The hermit’s out and on the town.”

The comments section erupted with astonishment as the shocking scene unfolded on the livestream. "Damn, is this what you get without a premium membership? The Sullivan heiress is going all out to clear her name, she's flaunting her assets in a bikini!" "Is this really redemption? She's digging herself into a deeper hole." "So, the rumors were true after all. Clara Sullivan's true colors are exposed; she's willing to dress provocatively even at family gatherings. Who is she trying to impress?" The viewers of the livestream skyrocketed, and the comments grew more incredulous by the second.

Aleah exclaimed, her voice filled with shock, after Claire led her into her office and revealed the nature of her problem. “Yeah, that’s what I think,” Claire replied nervously. “I’ve been receiving messages from him for some time now. The scary part is he sends me pictures—my pictures—as if he’s always nearby, watching me. He keeps sending love messages too. He even knows the places I often go to. I’ve also gotten calls from him.” Claire’s voice wavered as she described the unsettling situation. “Can I see your phone?” Aleah asked gently. “Sure,” Claire agreed, handing over her phone without hesitation.