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The camera shook. It was clearly a phone livestream. Claire wore flawless makeup. She leaned against Noah like a lovestruck bird, both of them smiling sweetly at the camera, showing off their affair for the whole world to see. The comments scrolled by in a blur. One bolded comment floated across the screen: [Cheating is this public now? My whole worldview just shifted.] Claire clearly saw it. Her smile froze for just a second. But she recovered fast. She looked at the camera, her eyes welling up, her chin trembling like she was about to cry.

I said, trying to break the silence. "Let's talk about you Fia, what is wrong?" Kayla asked, her eyes not leaving me. "Is it Louis? I saw the headline." I gave a nod. "Caught him in bed with Ary, discovered that I'm a bastard and my supposed dad killed my birth parents." "And yes, I am remarried to a psycho." Her face held emotions, but her eyes urged me to go on. But my phone chimed, it was a message from my manager.

Claire paraded around in front of the camera, letting her step-brother see her from all angles before bending over and slowly peeling her thong out from between her ass cheeks, revealing her anus and pussy for Ben. Ben was now slowly stroking his dick watching his step-sister's striptease. Claire then opened her nightstand drawer and pulled out her vibrator, laid down on the bed, and adjusted her laptop and camera so Ben had a great view of her body as she joined him in masturbating. Claire ran her vibrator over her neck, then down to circle her nipples before letting it drift down between her legs. She teased her clit and ran it up and down her slit before inserting it into her pussy.

She decided that it would be too visible so took it off, leaving herself in only a simple white g-string that disappeared into the delightful crack of her perfect peachy bottom. Just as she was rummaging in her bag for the leotard, the bedroom door opened and in walked a portly middle-aged gentleman. Claire stood up and froze, exposing her large pale red-tipped breasts to the stranger's gaze astounded gaze. "Fuck me!" he said with feeling, closing the door behind him. Claire, quickly lifted her hands to partly cover her boobs, hiding her high nipples from his hungry stare. "Who are you?" she screeched crossly.

“I was protecting the company.” “With her?” “With legitimacy.” Lila looked away briefly. Lucas smiled then. Not angrily. “You picked the daughter you could control.” “I picked survival.” “No,” Lucas replied quietly. “You picked obedience.” Claire’s phone rang. Her face pale. Marcus stepped closer. “What?” Claire answered slowly. She held the phone to her ear, her hand trembling slightly. “It’s the wedding planner.” Nobody spoke while she listened. “No,” she whispered. Claire looked up slowly. Her eyes moved across the room. “The videos leaked online.”

After a while, I stopped crying. "Now, promise me you won’t tell Dylan’s friend it was me, Bea. Please!" I pleaded, and she nodded. "I understand, Claire. That’s Zekiel Gray—you’re right about him. He’s wealthy and famous worldwide. But girl, you’ve got taste! Handsome and rich, hahaha!" I rolled my eyes. I didn’t care if he was rich or handsome—ugh. "What if you get pregnant?" I sighed heavily. "That’s the thing, Bea. I’m ovulating right now."

shouted Claire as she put the money in her wallet. "Umm Claire ..." Leah looked up from the cubicle. "What now? You're not going to take your money back, are you?" asked Claire warily. Leah snorted, "No! No of course! Do you have Chloe Coleman's cell phone number? Umm, our Chief Editor," "Yup, wait, I sent it to your email," Claire looked up to look at Leah but Leah was back in her cubicle. 'Chloe, it's me, Leah.

“What are you talking about?” Damien turned the phone toward her. On the screen was her secret OnlyFans page. Not just the main one — the locked posts. The ones where she was completely naked, legs spread, fingering herself. Another picture showed her shoving a dildo deep in her pussy with the caption “wish this was your cock daddy.” Riley’s face went pale. “Delete that right now. That’s private.”

“not her stealing a whole ultrasound” By 9:27 someone has done a side-by-side of my original ultrasound (the one I leaked months ago in a moment of weakness) with Amara’s blurry, badly photoshopped version. By 9:41 the clown emojis arrive in waves. By 10:03 Amara’s post is gone. By 10:17 her entire account is deactivated. By noon #ClownBump is trending worldwide and Amara Quinn (real name Nora, real talent: theft) is the internet’s punching bag.

Claire was quite grateful to him for that act. The lady that stood with them was none other than Darla Roberts. The renowned blogger who specialized in celebrity gossip and scandal. Her blog, 'Daring' was the most read in all the country. She was well-known and most people tended to avoid having encounters with her to prevent their secrets being exposed. She could also resort to blackmail to get whatever she wanted. Claire knew that the moment she brought herself out to the public, there would be wolves ready to rip her to bits but she was prepared. She wouldn't let anyone bring her down or know her including the infamous Darla.