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My heart started racing before my brain caught up. I opened the school’s main page. And there it was. Videos. Moans. Clips of me and Maya tangled up on a bed, skin against skin, her voice breathy and mine low and filthy. Someone had posted them — multiple angles, multiple moments. The caption read: “The hockey captain and his stepsister… caught on camera. #Scandal #KingstonExposed.” “No. No, no, no. This can’t be happening.”

But here I was, unable to get him out of my head. I had his number. I'd had it for years—mostly for "emergency" texts when my brothers needed something. I never dared to send him any other type of messages even though there were times I really wanted to. I'd rarely used it for anything personal. But tonight, the ache between my legs and the possessiveness burning in my heart pushed me to take the risk. Before I could overthink it, I slipped my panties off, spread my legs in front of the camera on my phone, and took a picture of my pussy.

“Bianca, you need to see this! Tristan is unbelievable!” I moved closer and saw a flood of news articles covering Cindy’s tablet screen. The headline was jarring. [Renowned Entrepreneur Tristan Clarke Falls Victim to Honey Trap, Mistress’s Intimate Photos Leaked, Demands Exorbitant Divorce Payout.] Below the article were several blurred images, but they were still easily identifiable as my private photos. The comments section was full of harsh insults. [She looks so innocent, but turns out she’s just a gold-digger.] [Women will do anything for money these days. She deserves to be exposed.]

I whisper, looking straight down at my lap. How can my tongue ever tell his noble ears about this dirty shame? How can my voice confess to the highest alpha in the territory that my young body sold its virgin heat for gold resources? I don't know how many secret surveillance photos this blackmailer holds in their claws. My soul is so scared that my dirty history from the Duskwild Expanse will get leaked to the entire pack. Especially if his eyes find out...

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

They’d vanish from the laundry, only to reappear days or weeks later, folded neatly in my drawer, stiff with dried cum in the crotch. I never threw them away. I wore them again. Let the evidence of his obsession rub against my pussy while I went about my day, secretly thrilled at how fucked up it was. Because the truth is, I have always craved the dark. Rough fantasies. Stories about girls taken in alleys, in their homes, by strangers who couldn’t hold back anymore. I’d touch myself to the idea of being watched, wanted so violently that someone would risk everything to have me. So I fed him.

She looked at the TV, which was muted but still flashing images of the Stone family implosion. SCANDAL: The Secret Daughter of Franklin Stone. DIVORCE: Eleanor Stone Files, Cites "Decades of Betrayal." EXCLUSIVE: The 20-Year Cover-Up That Bankrupted a Dynasty. "My face is everywhere," Claire said. "They found my yearbook photo. They found my LinkedIn. They're interviewing my third-grade teacher." "They're hungry," Aria said. "They've been feasting on the Wests for months. The Stones are fresh meat."

Chuckling, she pulled her towards the dining arena “Come on, we're going to be late.” Free wine flowed that evening. It happened every last Friday of the month and Carol was certain that was a trap to get people to spill whatever dirty secrets it was they were hiding. The food was not the best today but she ate greedily and was thankful she didn't have to hustle food for Emma today. “You've missed a lot of the gist at the park,” she told Emma. “Everyone thinks the red card only came to Blue Villa. How powerful is this Mabel?” “I am surprised I have to explain that to you. Goodness, are the Decents this slow?”

The smell of coffee and freshly baked croissants fills the air as we enter. Vicky is carrying Ever-Lee to an open table in the corner and I place an order for us. That is when my eyes caught the newspaper. I grab it from the counter and my whole world comes crashing down. Gustav Lenkov, realest from prison, he is a free man. “No this can’t be happening.” My hands are shaking, he will be out for blood and Rayon will be the first one he wants revenge on. “Ricardo,” I mumble and scramble to fish my phone out of my pocket. My fingers are numb and I can’t seem to dial.

"It's easy for me to find out about your personal matters. Because the gossip about you and your cheating partner is already spreading on the internet, more precisely being traded on illegal dark sites." "Don't make things up, miss." Ralia then took a cell phone that was in her hoodie pocket, she then showed a video that she had downloaded, the video showed Xevia's intimacy with Alarick. Xander was about to grab it but Ralia immediately kept the cellphone out of Xander's reach. "How come? You?" Ralia smirked, one corner of her lips lifting upwards. "I'm a good hacker. I can help you to clean up all the mess that happened on that dark site, but on one condition,"