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Seeing that her emotions were once again a little out of control, Emma Richard gently patted her on the back to calm her down. After waiting for the secretary's emotions to stabilize again, Emma Richard finally heard the matter. "Matthew Miller, he is the devil." The secretary seemed very afraid of Matthew Miller, "he kidnapped my mother, and raped me, I did not surrender, he threatened my mother, until finally, I could not stand it anymore, wanted to die with him, but he was lucky, and finally ...... " She said biting her lips, her hand trembled again, "Finally he killed my mother, I was about to go crazy, took a knife and tried to kill him, but it was no use, and finally I was still tied u

She pulled her hands up and down to indicate breathing up and down and Ivy followed suit. Slowly, Ivy regained her senses and voice. "My phone," She opened her bag and brought out her phone. Instantly, she was already reading the news headline. "Sex tape leaked: BILLIONAIRE DILLON LONG HAVING A HEATED SEX WITH ACTRESS MIRABEL," Her phone fell from her hands as soon as she read the headline.

In the blink of an eye, more than a week had passed. Emma returned to the Sandford Family for lunch and heard Minlan mention that Luisa was crying so hard that she almost fainted. Emma knew that although Luisa was arrogant and domineering, her feelings towards her grandmother must be real. In this week, something big had happened in the entertainment industry. Emily was caught in a sex scandal. The photos were being reposted on the internet. In the photos, Emily was wearing sexy and revealing lingerie and was being pressed down by a fat man. The atmosphere was very ambiguous and the background of that man was also dug out by someone with ulterior motives.

I got a headache an hour later still with so many questions racing through my head. Thinking of such things wasn't going to help and I sat up straight on my bed. I picked up my laptop and googled the company Miller Inc. I froze immediately when the company's building came into view. Along with the achievements about the company in just a year and a half. And, looking down, I saw his photo. My breath hitched and raced up. The C.E.O of Miller Inc. Jack Miller.

“No, I mean… doesn’t she look like someone else from five years ago? Another woman who was once close to Justin?” Out of nowhere, an old photo resurfaced—a picture of yet another woman who looked just like Haley and Emma. And with it, the internet exploded. “Holy crap! I remember now! Wasn’t this the woman who was super famous back in the day? Her name was… what was it again? Emily Yates? Wasn’t she some CEO’s mistress? And didn’t she push Emma Xander—his actual girlfriend—into a miscarriage?” “Yes! That’s her! I couldn’t put my finger on it before, but now it all makes sense!”

Elara’s phone screen lit up with a notification that stopped her heart cold. An unknown email address had sent a video file titled “Stepbrother’s Dirty Secret.” Her fingers trembled as she opened it. The footage began playing automatically. There she was, completely naked, riding Jax hard in the Big Sur cabin, her head thrown back in ecstasy while he gripped her hips and thrust up into her. The camera angle was perfect, capturing every explicit detail. Every moan. Every slap of skin. Every creampie he had filled her with.

I needed space to absorb the shock I was about to receive. My butt found the toilet seat to be the most comfortable place to welcome Charly’s adultery proofs. I slid to his chat app right away. And there it was. Messages, dating back to a year, long before Fiji and his fake promises of being a better partner. Bank transactions to her account. Taylor Casatelli. And nudes. Her pussy right up on the screen facing me. Wet. Her pierced nipples dripping with some liquid. Countess videos of the same blonde woman. And when I thought I had seen it all, Charly’s dick stared at me, a slap to the face.

Misa grins, eyes crinkling with mischief. Miyamura sits up with a predatory smirk, watching the chaos unfold downstairs. The hall erupts in a sea of noise. I understand the feeling— they are seeing something that feels wrong to whoever watches it, and they might want to look away, but they can’t. The ‘footage’ is just a glorified sex tape, and not one of the good ones. It’s a video recording of the shareholder having the kinkiest orgy with a bunch of drugged omegas, and when I say a bunch, I mean about thirty of them.

And that we needed to feed our bodies so we could climb back into bed and satiate our other hunger— for each other. The few times we had ventured outside the bedroom I had found Anastasia and Mila cuddled up together. Anastasia was a mafia kid, so she knew and understood more than she should for her age. But then sixteen wasn’t that young, considering she was already betrothed. I had seen her and Mila whispering about something, mostly it was Sia who would give me a narrow eyed glare and then say something snarky to Mila who’d just shake her head, or her face would turn red. I especially liked when her face turns red. She looked beautiful like that. It was the same when she came down from th