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I was practically a sex-addicted slut who slept with different people almost every day, but I swear on everything I love, I really couldn’t control it. My body always seemed to have a mind of its own. Always reacting. Always needing. Always begging for release. And if I didn’t give in, I couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the day. I wouldn’t be in my right mind. And that… was my dirty secret. I had promised myself never to let my mom find out. Never to let him find out. The towering man who stood beside me, his expression cold and unwavering. The richest and most dangerous man in the entire United States. A man both feared and respected. A man who made my heart pound and my body burn, reac

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

"What are you talking about?" Sarah’s fingers hovered over her keyboard. A strange feeling settled in her gut. "What news?" she asked warily. Instead of answering, Olivia reached over and tapped the screen. "See for yourself." Sarah’s heart pounded as she opened her browser. And then she froze. There, plastered across the screen, was a headline that made her stomach lurch. BREAKING NEWS: JAMES TURNER AND CHLOE HARRISON – A SECRET ROMANCE EXPOSED Beneath it were photos. Pictures of James and Chloe, her best friend, wrapped in each other’s arms. Laughing. Kissing. Whispering in each other’s ears like they were the only two people in the world.

Not a breach, but still. Camera 8 – Back Hallway: we fast-forward until the screen flickers. Matt leans in again. “There. Stop.” I pause. Rewind. There it is - the wall slides open. A hidden door. A secret passage we never knew existed. At first, it’s just Sophia. Slipping in and out with her stuff, before her house arrest. This was probably around the time she was still working with my father and Kitty Sun. Then… weeks of silence. I almost skip forward when the door swings open again. But this time, it’s not Sophia. A flood of men burst through - unmistakably Bratva.

Two days ago, Mrs Romano released her debut novel, Guilty Pleasure, which became a huge hit and shot straight to the top of the bestseller lists the moment it hit shelves. The book — a steamy, allegedly fictional story about forbidden desire, sexual exploration, and obsession — became an instant sensation. Emilia appeared on every major talk show, her English accent smooth and polished on the studio microphones. She signed hundreds of books at glamorous events, posing for photos with fans who eagerly devoured every scandalous page.

This was bad. If I didn't shut this down before it got out of hand, she would go to James and ask him about this room. A room I was not supposed to know existed. "I need an answer Miles or you can explain yourself to James" There it was. Chloe's only flaw. She was a tattle tale. I pushed out a bit of my essence, enveloping the flash drive I'd found in black. "I will tell you later." A defiant look was my only reply. "Not happening. Tell me right now." She walked into the room and settled her butt on the desk.

Once he read it, there was no going back. He was still shell shocked by Darien’s sudden confession, reading a detailed account of his feelings was only going to add to it. Then he remembered Darien saying that he might never want to talk to him after he read everything. There would really be no going back after he read the book proposal. Zach turned to the first proper page after the front cover page. His hand was shaking. The first page detailed the synopsis of the proposed story. The story was about a billionaire CEO trying to find the confidence to come out as gay and the intern who he fell in love with. Their names were Darien and Zach. The real Zach was taken aback by how to the point i

Gerald closed his eyes, his chin resting on her hair as he fell asleep. It was until morning before he awoke and he when he did, it was still dawn outside. She was still asleep, looking as beautiful as ever. She had been so bold last night, doing things he hadn't expected from her. Who knew behind that calm gentle exterior was a fox? Although he wondered why she was terrified of being intimate with him, he's decided not to push it. That was her secret and she'll tell him when she's ready. For now, he had to be contented with what she was giving him. Kissing her forehead softly, he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

The conversation spread like wildfire through the university, and before long, everyone was talking about it. As the story gained momentum, Scarlett disappeared, refusing to return to the dorm, likely hiding somewhere outside. But we saw her again soon enough. A few well-dressed older men cornered her in front of the university gates and began to berate her furiously. "You lying little thing! You've been photoshopping your photos, and now we find out your entire persona is nothing but a fabrication!" "You're juggling multiple boyfriends at once? How scandalous!" "And what's this nonsense about being the daughter of the Becker family? Pfft! You better pay back the money you owe, you fraud!"

… The next morning, Chloe acted like nothing had happened, casually handling one of her other cameras. I tested her. "The camera I sold–did you clear the memory card?" "Of course," she replied. "You always check before selling something." The answer sounded fine. However, her eyes were blinking too quickly. She was lying. I did not expose her. By nine-thirty that night, she was getting restless. "Jake, aren't you going out to work?" I sneered inwardly. "Of course. Big night–I can't miss it." I left the house and rode straight to Triumph Hotel.