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That sly grin. "What?" I ask her. She giggles. "Nothing." Josh comes rushing to our table, holding his phone. He's laughing hysterically. "Have you seen this bitch darling? Her nudes were leaked." Wait, what nudes? Could it be Danna? "Who's nudes?" Troy asks. Josh giggles. "Danna Fox. She's so dumb." Oh lord! Her nudes were leaked? But, who did it? If Troy has no clue, then who did it?

Add that to Ariel 's case and he knew that the next few weeks were going to be a hard one for all of them. "So, we all know who did this right?" Alex asked Damien "Of course. The letter made it so obvious. No other person would be so sappy as to write me a letter," Damien said, tearing the letter up. "Well, maybe he's in love with you at this point. Maybe that's his own love language." The look on Damien's face, made him burst into laughter until he wasn't breathing anymore. "I'm just joking,"Alex said, still laughing. "I think it's time we assembled the others. We won't find any other thing because I'm very sure that he knew better than to leave any loose ends," Damien said, still looking a

Instead, he intertwined our fingers and whispered, “Don’t let me lose you again.” “You won’t,” I said. “Not this time.” The next morning, I woke up to chaos. My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. Notifications. Messages. Missed calls. Damien came out of the shower, towel around his waist. “What’s going on?” I turned the screen toward him. Headlines screamed from every corner of the internet: Cross LEGACY EXPOSED ILLEGAL EXPERIMENTS LEAKED ONLINE BILLIONAIRE HEIRS ACCUSED OF COVER UP

"I really want to go back to sleep, Em." "Damiem posted about you." Emily grinned. Melissa frowned. "Where? He promised he wasn't going to do anything crazy." "On his website." She frowned even more. "Damien has a website?" "He does. Have a look." Em passed her phone to her sister. Melissa collected the device and came face to face with Damien's website. DROLAS.COM. He posted a picture from their engagement on Saturday. Melissa was smiling with her eyes closed while Damien placed a kiss on her forehead. The caption read, "I love you more than life itself."

And it started with another leak. It was just past midnight. Damian had gone to bed hours ago, but I sat curled up on the living room couch, buried beneath application files, trying to retrace every step, every decision. My laptop buzzed beside me with spreadsheet after spreadsheet of our applicant notes. I had read them all, over and over. Trying to prove to myself that we had done the right thing. Then my phone lit up. I almost didn’t check. But habit won. "Exclusive: Leaked Ranking Docs Reveal Amara’s Pretty Preference?"

Amelia suddenly remembered how Helga prevented her from opening the television. "Wait, I'll send you the video. Oh my god, Lia. What is going on there?" Tara said as she quickly sends the video to her friend. Amelia clicked the link that Tara had sent her. She watches it for a few seconds before seeing her own face with Damian, the day that they exited the hospital when she went for a check-up. 'The Damian Castillo, caught in a scandal with a 17-years old girl' Amelia read the headlines. Her eyes were wide open as she watches the news about how Damian Castillo laid his hands on a minor.

But before the fire could spread further, another bombshell dropped—one so explosive, so scandalous, it instantly hijacked the spotlight. A live-stream video of Damien and a group of men, caught in an explicit scene, hit the trending lists… crashing servers across every major platform.

Inside—printouts of Damian’s autopsy report, Celeste’s notes, snippets of information she'd pulled from sources still loyal enough to trade silence for favors. She needed money now more than ever. But more than that, she needed a big win. She opened her laptop, screen flickering from age. A folder sat on her desktop labeled: Backup — Hail Mary. She double-clicked it. Inside were the photos: Devon and Damian, in a private cafe corner, seated too close for two future brothers-in-law. Another one of them outside that same cafe, some minutes later. Whatever they argued... the blurry but unmistakable outline of a kiss from Damian.

“We believe someone might’ve impersonated your login—” Damien slammed the table. “I don’t want belief. I want fucking results! I want this fixed!” Phones buzzed nonstop. More emails. Another news outlet claiming to have screenshots of the proposal. Leaks were multiplying. And then the worst call came in. Olivia paled as she handed Damien the phone. “It’s Mr. Serrano.” SableTech’s CEO. The man behind the $500 million partnership. Damien exhaled hard and answered. “DAMIEN Voss,” the voice roared immediately. “What kind of circus are you running?!”

"Look, Ella, I know you and Trent are actually very close. And I just wanted to warn you - he's not the guy you think he is." I frowned, my brow furrowing in confusion. "What do you mean?" Damien leaned in, his voice lowering to a whisper. "Trent was the one who leaked the records of Jackson Ville. He was the one who stole those medical files and gave them to his dad." I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief. "Seriously, Damien? Is that what you wanted to tell me?" Damien's eyes widened slightly. "You knew?" I stood up abruptly, grabbing my bag. "Yes, I know. I know how Trent stole the records and gave them to his dad in exchange for getting back on the basketball team. So if that's all you