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**Chapter 103: Exposed** The video was everywhere. By morning, every major news outlet, gossip site, and social media platform had clipped, slowed down, or looped the most damning segments. My voice—breathy, broken, crying out “Daddy, please”—played on repeat. The sound of leather striking skin. The wet, obscene rhythm of Damien fucking me from behind. My tear-streaked face twisted in pleasure and surrender. #VossBDSM leaked. #DaddysGoodGirl trended worldwide. Memes. Reaction videos. Late-night hosts making jokes. Religious groups calling for my children to be taken away. Feminist commentators debating whether I was empowered or brainwashed.

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What was it with everyone having their phones on them all the time? “Looks like you’re famous, Monster.” Someone boomed out a laugh from the back. Whoever it was lost in the shadows. “You have your own website and everything.” “I think they might be here for you.” Fang said tightly, and my attention was drawn straight back to him. “Me? What the fuck did I do?” “Oh, I don’t know, videotaped a police chief's daughter and leaked the pictures to the press?” Fang's voice dripped with sarcasm.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

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I give Roman a deadpan but conspiratorial look and he chuckles, “Alright then. I don’t want to say calm down again, this is upsetting, I know. I just want to say maybe this isn’t from Aria.” I give a disbelieving look at that because of course it’s her. She’s the only one who knows at the moment. And this is happening just a few days before the Crescent Moon Jubilee, for fuck’s sake! “I’ve had my people track down the source of the information Scarlett. It was first released by an independent online news channel, Fang Weekly.” I silently barf at the mention of that name, “It’s owned by Hunter, it’s a Nightshade pack news thing, I despise them and it proves Aria’s the one who leaked it.”

Perfect! A friend of Vanessa's. Sure, this was guaranteed to work! Samson fumed but he knew it was too late to call the whole thing off, and he knew that even if he tried, Mark wouldn't listen to him. He ended the call, not giving Mark a chance to elaborate any further. Great! Now that stripper from the other night knew knew about his little problem. Vanessa knew about it too. The stripper coming tonight would probably find out too. Soon all the vampires and humans in Greenville would know about it too. He’d be the laughing stock of every party, the butt of every joke.

I head straight up to my room, closing the door behind me. The first thing I have to do, is my research. I reach for my laptop and open it up. Two hours later I am feeling raw, edgy and spent. And - I have a painful, raging erection I'm trying to ignore. I'd recognized the name she'd used, Onlyfans, as a popular pornography site. Hey, I may not have had sex in a while but that doesn't mean I don't have... needs. I know a lot of girls do amateur stuff on Onlyfans. It has just never occurred to me that one of them might be my own daughter.

she said, her cheeks flushing slightly. “ why did you change what you wanted to say?” I asked, my eyes narrowing slightly. “It’s nothing, argh.” “Well that’s not the case , Isla has an OnlyFans. She masturbates with sex toys online and she has 25 million subscribers,” she said flatly. I was stunned. “She was even live yesterday.” “Damn, that’s crazy,” I said, shaking my head slowly. “I know, right. I even screen-recorded it. I’d humiliate her just the way she humiliated me,” Maya said, her jaw clenching.

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.