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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.”

Claire was satisfied with this reply, smiling as she stared at Alex. This was probably the first time she had ever smiled at Alex in the past year. After that, they headed straight to Villa 10. Beatrice took out her phone to take some pictures so that she could send it to her sister. However, a notification popped up on her screen. It was from the Zendaya fan group. Zendaya had spent two hours in a hotel with a mysterious man, pictures were included in the article too. She looked at the photo and her eyes widened in disbelief.

"That's exactly what I want. I want everyone to know how heartbroken I am, to let Sherman see how much I care for him. Serena, this exposure was handed to me on a silver platter, so I might as well not let it go to waste." Serena still felt concerned. After all, Claire was a dancer, and exposing too much of her emotions in public was not a good idea. Ultimately, she could not control her. As expected, Claire was surrounded by dozens of paparazzi as soon as she appeared. She wore oversized sunglasses that covered most of her face, but her red nose could not be hidden. Within half an hour, news of her heartbreak had already topped the online trending list, and everyone was talking about it.

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.

Her voice trembled faintly, the weight of her question hanging between them. Hunter’s gaze hardened as he straightened his posture. "Spill it," he commanded, his tone decisive. "A few days ago, Claire showed me messages she’d been receiving from a stranger. They were unsettling—almost like this person was tracking her movements. Just now, I saw someone taking pictures of Claire. He was right there," Aleah said, pointing toward the water below the cottage. Her voice was laced with anxiety as Hunter followed her gesture, his sharp eyes landing on Claire standing obliviously on the terrace.

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.

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."