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She asked again, searching each of their faces for an answer. One of them had a phone in her hand and a TikTok video was on replay. "Let me see that." She said, genuinely worried. Were the girls on OnlyFans like Tanya? She hoped not. The girl hesitated, stuttering. Sofia came closer and took the phone from her. What was this about? She looked at each of them once more, then at the screen. The video was titled, The moment when Amanda kissed Ryan. Sofia was taken aback, what was this?

I slid into the backseat, scrolling through I*******m absentmindedly, until I noticed the driver glancing at me in the rearview mirror. “Yo, why you staring?” I snapped. “I recognize you from an OnlyFans group. Your fan name is Jasmine, right?” he said casually. My heart froze. “How dare you? You’re classifying me as a slut?” “No… no, ma’am, not at all. But I’m very sure it’s you. I’m your biggest fan. I watch you when you livestream. I’m also your top gif—” “Can you shut the hell up?” I cut him off sharply.

I retorted. "What a looser, it's DJ" they revealed giving me a vibes of a celebrity player but he wasn't one. Danny Jason, a star player and college hunk known more for his famous demeanor. A complete playboy messing around with pom pom girls. Totally out if my league...! It's just a match and that jerk... What the heck was there to be excited so much? "Oh...!" I let out my breath calmly as I am not a sports person at all.

fully, I could have stood and walked straight out of the office right then. There was nothing keeping me there. I had no doubt Father Michaels knew it, too. Somehow he knew I’d stay. Trembling and dazed and a bit excited and nervous, I stood and slowly began slipping off my blouse, dropping it on the floor beside me. My hands went to my skirt then and I unzipped it, slowly. I heard his breath catch as I pushed the skirt down over my hips and it fell to the floor. Then I pulled my hands tight over my belly and looked down, knowing full well my panties were soaked. Father Michaels regarded me for a moment, inspecting my body. Then he said in a deep baritone, “Everything.” My gaze met his. His

No, five. He slammed his laptop shut and leaned back against the pillows, fingers pressed to his temple like he could squeeze the thoughts out of his head. This was insane. He was spiraling. MidnightViper couldn’t be Julian. There was no way someone like Carter—golden boy, team sweetheart, hockey’s favorite PR angel—would moonlight as a faceless OnlyFans creator who whispered confessions into the camera like he was peeling his soul open. Except… what if he was? **

"Do you have her?" "Yeah, I have her. Angelo will easily go crazy since he.. loves her so much." I laughed at his statement. Franco turned to me and I walked towards him. "He just dumped me last night. If you think having me as his bait will work, trust me.. he won't buy it." I said to Franco. "I know his friend though." I said and Franco turned to me completely excited. "I'm pretty sure he's a part of ILLICIT too. They called last night and I did.. hear a couple of things."

And I must admit, he is really good looking. My phone suddenly buzzed. I checked it and to my horror Manny bid again. I froze when I saw the amount. What the fuck! 5000 dollars. I frowned. What game is he playing? If he wants to waste money, he shouldn’t do it on account of me! I was pissed. Especially because the game creators get 90 percent of the cash. And it’s Dash and Ciao. Such frauds. These celebrities. Always making money on their Fan’s. I put down the phone so the guy with me won’t feel uncomfortable.

Jamie looked at them and then at me, quickly bringing out her phone. "Daughter of Jamie Sinclair, Doris Rodriguez's threesome sex video leaked." I read out loud, my eyes never leaving Jamie's eyes. Jamie's leg wobbled as she quickly found herself a seat, her eyes glued to the screen before letting out a loud scream. "What the fuckkkkkk"

“Both of them gone. Just like you promised.” Francesca turned in her arms, lips curving into a slow, deadly smile. “I told you, darling. Men build empires thinking they’re untouchable. But they always forget—one woman with patience and a few well-placed knives can bring it all down.” She kissed Jamila briefly, victorious. The leaked footage. The affair scandals. The brakes on Marlene’s car. The Alkaled video bombs. The old murder footage “found” after decades. Every thread had been pulled by Francesca.

It had only been months, and such a perfect relationship had brought her so much pain. “Do you know about this?” Starr had said all of a sudden, feeling her blood boil so much. She didn’t know that animals like that still roamed the world. She did, but she didn’t let herself believe. Christopher shook his head as he replied her, “I am not really a social media person, but maybe Valentine or Marcus. And besides, it is only the relationship people know about, not the rest.” “I want to know who he is,” Starr had replied firmly. “He isn’t getting away with this, I promise.”