Novel & Cerita Dumping Ex And Spoiled By Heartthrobs

I screamed around Ethan’s shaft. We came together in a sweaty, filthy explosion. Dylan flooded my pussy with pulse after pulse of hot cum. Carter unloaded deep in my ass, the overflow leaking out around his shaft. Ethan pulled out and painted my face and tits with rope after rope of thick white cum. I kept cumming, body shaking, holes clenching, milking every last drop. We collapsed in a sticky, cum-drenched heap. Cum oozed from my stretched pussy and asshole, dripped down my thighs, and coated my chin, cheeks, and heaving breasts. My hair was a mess, my makeup ruined. I looked like the perfect used-up slut.

I opened my mouth to answer but no words came out. "Nora, it’s bad. Really, really bad." My stomach drops as cold dread spreads through my veins like ink. “I—I have to go,” I say quickly and hang up before she can explain or ask further questions. I open my browser, fingers trembling, and type my own name. And just like that.....there it is. The top headline on three gossip sites. "Henry Worth’s fiancée has a dark past: Cheating scandals, psychiatric stay, and secret engagement."

Before I even had the chance to open my eyes, the glow of my television was already broadcasting the destruction of Sarah’s perfect victim persona. The screen flickered with red "BREAKING NEWS" banners, and the hashtags had pivoted from mocking my mental health to dissecting every syllable of those leaked messages. ### ## The Headlines: Morning Media Frenzy 1. **THE GHOST IN THE DM:** Leaked Chats Suggest Sarah St. Claire Obsessively Pursued Jaxson Montgomery Behind Valerie’s Back. 2. **"I’M DONE BEING THE SHADOW":** Shocking Evidence Reveals Sarah’s Deep-Seated Resentment Over Valerie’s "Adopted" Status.

Tears ran silently down my cheeks, soaking into the soft cotton of my pillowcase as I stared at the university gossip forum. The main headline sat right at the top of the page, pinned for the entire campus to see: FROM TIMID EX TO ROSTER WHORE: HOW CASSY AMORE SLEPT HER WAY THROUGH THE GOLDEN TRIO. Underneath the title was a blurry photo of me standing in the penthouse kitchen with Chase from earlier today, followed by paragraphs of pure, vicious lies.

“The people working for this company look pretty decent, but their true selves are merely trash.” “I swear I’m no longer Josh Batton, Jay Corben, and Morty Wayne’s fan. They’re disgusting.” “F*cking die please, Georgie Clementine and X Entertainment’s big boss!” “I quit being Aubrey Quinn, Charlotte White, and Dave Wilkins’s fan too. I can’t believe my beloved idols are such horrible human beings!” “How can someone be so disgusting? I really am stunned. Georgie Clementine, X Entertainment’s big boss, I wish you all to get into a car accident soon!”

To his dismay, the staff disrespected her instead. Dominick could not recall walking out of the dungeon. Suddenly, he noticed a crowd by the garbage room, doubling over and vomiting violently. “Jesus, who sends of gift of decaying flesh? This must be some serious vendetta.” “I don’t think it’s rotten meat. Doesn’t it resemble a tiny human?” “A tiny human? Don’t tell me this is a fetal embryo. Oh, my God! What is going on here?” “With Ms. Costa expecting, sending this is too much. We should get rid of the thing before Ms. Costa sees it.”

“Wanted: Average-looking guy, recently dumped, decent dick, no acting experience required. Must be willing to fuck Destiny Mira’s ‘Heartbroken Elf’ in Christmas parody. Serious inquiries only.” I laughed so hard I almost puked. Then, because I was drunk and miserable and had literally nothing to lose, I replied with the most unhinged DM I’ve ever written: “Girlfriend just left me for a CrossFit coach named Chad. I cry during sex and still live with my mom. But I have an 8-inch cock and I’ve jerked off to Destiny Mira so many times I can recite her moans by heart. Pick me.” I attached two dick pics (one hard, one soft for comparison) and a selfie of me crying in my childhood bedroom with a pi

Fuck. XXX

“Hey, take a deep breath. It’s okay. You’re not alone anymore. I’ll take care of it.” And just like that, a bubble inside her chest seemed to pop. She inhaled deeply, grateful and maybe just a little embarrassed. He leaned into the car to pop the hood and then stepped around to the front. She watched as he expertly examined the engine, pulling and adjusting wires, wiping a small smudge off his cheek with the back of his hand. His forearms were lean and strong, a faint tattoo visible just above his wrist. “I’m Xender, by the way,” he said, not looking up. “You don’t seem like someone who breaks down often. At least not out here.”

It was annoying because the company had become even more successful under him, yet instead of increasing what their grandfather gave them, he gave them an ultimatum to work for their money like peasants or live off whatever he chose to give them. Spoiling his name didn’t work because at that point, he didn’t seem to care anymore. Valerie just wanted Charlotte, who she viewed as a competitor for some reason, to have her name thrown into the mud, so that people would not say she took her left overs, her words exactly. However, Jonah had other reasons for wanting to smear his ex-wife’s name. If she became Xavier’s wife, then she would convince his uncle to stop sending even the two hundred mill