Emily Faye Miller Sextape Novels & Stories

“But he married you. Then Mirella. And now that devil, Violet… and he doesn’t even see me anymore.” Emily leaned in close, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I heard your moans last night.” I froze, heat rushing to my cheeks. “Right through the wall,” she added with a light laugh. “Is it really that fun fvcking yourself with a toy d!ldo? Why not try it with real men instead?” Mirella blinked, her face flushing pink. “Wait, is that true? You really mastùrbated Celine?” I couldn’t speak. They stared.

“I'm heading inside right now. Here’s my number. Text me when you’re done.” "Alright." Celia sent the reporters a note right away. She revealed the texts to Kris after sending them and awaiting the reporters' responses. "Let's go in, Mrs. Miller." Wthin the eatery. Fay and Oliver were chatting and enjoying their food. Suddenly, though, a piercing voice spoke out. "Faye Roy! How could you? Taking the spouse of another person and ruining their family? At first, I believed that Mr. Miller chose to work with you and advocate for you because he truly admired you. It's unbelievable that you have been surreptitiously seeing him behind our backs.”

He locked his office door, closed the blinds, and inserted the drive into his computer. The video began with Maria's face, speaking directly to the camera. "Captain Miller. Don Emilio wanted you to see what happens to those who come after him. Watch carefully." Then the camera panned, and Miller saw Sarah. What they'd already done to her was unspeakable. But what came next, Miller watched for three minutes before he had to look away, his stomach heaving. He made it to his trash can before he vomited. Tears streamed down his face as the sounds continued from his computer speakers: Sarah's screams, Maria's cold voice, the terrible sounds of what was being done.

“Mel, can you stop speaking in riddles and just get to the point?” I raised my hands, trying hard not to lose it completely. “Reynold knows about us, Gavin! He saw us having sex in the restroom yesterday, and he videoed it!” That finally got a real reaction out of him, as a deep frown appeared on his forehead. “So you’re telling me,” he said, his lips curving upward in a dangerous way, “that Reynold Mills has our sex tape?” “Yes! Exactly!” I spat out, finally breathing a little easier now that it was out in the open.

Too, too broken to speak. *Tyler Morrison raped me. Twenty years ago. I was nineteen. He was twenty-one. We dated for three months. And then, then he attacked me. I reported it. The police investigated. And then, then his family paid me. Two hundred thousand dollars. To drop the charges. To sign an NDA. To, to disappear.*

The next morning, Chen calls an emergency meeting. Our penthouse. Seven AM. Chen, Julian, Marcus, Lucian, and me. Emma sleeping in the nursery. Security posted everywhere. “We traced the payment to Ethan. Took all night. Multiple layers. Offshore accounts. Shell companies. But we found the source.” Chen pulls up his laptop. Shows us a name. My blood goes cold. “Catherine Miller.” Silence. Absolute silence. “Catherine?” I can barely speak. “Lucian’s ex? The one who visited me at the hospital? Who apologized? Who said I inspired her?”

Ethan Capel was once Faye’s schoolmate in high school and had tirelessly pursued Faye during that time. However, because Faye kept on refusing to agree to be in a relationship with him, Ethan became frustrated and had invited her to Fireflies once and drugged her beverage. Then, when he was about to rape Faye. Zayn showed up just in time and sent Ethan to jail with his identity as the chairman of Violet Vision. ‘I never expected Ethan to show up again just after half a year.’

Sean took a small brown envelope out of the inside of his leather jacket and slid it across the table until it was right in front of me. I let my gaze slide from the envelope to him and then back. I picked it up, opened it and took out the contents. The first file was a report on the little miss intruder, as I'd started referring to her in my head. I stared at the name. Tamara Miller. "Tamara Miller." I couldn't help but repeat out loud. It wasn't exactly a common name. I loved it. Loved its uniqueness and the mysterious aura that seemed to come with it. Loved the way it sounded when I said it.

“Hey, guys. Thank you so much for all the love and support. I couldn’t have done it without you guys. I felt your positive energy even while I was inside those morbid police cells. “So… I wanted to come on here and set the record straight for you guys. First of all, Emilia Taylor or whatever she calls herself is a bitch. Everything that happened to me in the past five months was her fault. That shameless social climber wasn’t satisfied after snatching Kane Beaumont from me, she tried to ruin my life too.” Emilia didn’t want to watch the rest of the video, but she couldn’t stop herself. It was as if her eyes were glued to her phone screen against her will and she couldn’t peel them off.

He walked around the bed where I was sitting. Damon: Luciana Miller. Daughter of a bastard named Jim Miller. Twin sister of a famous millionaire Liliana Miller. Was locked in a basement for the whole of her life. Away from the world. No one ever was able to know that Jim Miller has two daughters. Was abused and homeschooled. But you know wifey. He looked at my frozen figure as he turned to me. Sitting on the bed in front of me he placed his palm on my cheek making me flinch in fear.