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* He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, breathing ragged. His phone buzzed sharply on the desk. Leon dragged himself up on shaky arms and crawled over. The anonymous chat was open. Anonymous:** Times up. His stomach dropped. The countdown had hit zero while he was lost in pleasure. Leon’s fingers trembled as he opened the video file—the new one. It was longer. Filthier. He had shown everything: his face twisted in ecstasy, his hole stretched and greedy, his cock spurting while he begged Aaron’s name like a whore. There was no hiding from it. No pretending it was just reluctant submission.

Side‑by‑side with that same shot of Dante stepping out of a courthouse, Luca behind him. My thumb scrolls without my permission. > New documents obtained by *Il Giornale* suggest that the “entertainment assets” referenced in leaked financial reports may include global pop sensation Luna Valentine, 28. > > Valentine, whose legal name is Luna Valentina Rossi, reportedly became the “exclusive responsibility” of Sicilian businessman Dante Moretti under a controversial series of contracts once controlled by Marco D’Angelo… I stop breathing for a second. Exclusive responsibility. Controversial contracts. My fingers tighten painfully around the phone.

“Demi, there's footage. Someone leaked it. A footage of Lorenzo getting out of your car. So people have joined the dots.” Great. Just great. “How is all this even possible? How did that thing even leak?” “There's more,” Leon proceeds. I let out a soft laugh and rake a hand through my hair. “Others are speculating that you're cheating on Gavin with his ex’s father.” “What!” Exclaims mother. “Wow.” A crooked smile spreads across my face. Mother walks closer and holds my shoulder. “I need to see him,” I conclude. “I'm sorry but there's nothing you can do tonight. They won't let you see him. The best you can do is wait till tomorrow,” Leon says.

“We’re running a few more tests. The doctor will update you soon.” Zara nodded absently, turning back to Leo. “You fought with her? Why?” He hesitated. His eyes flickered, something heavy crossing his expression guilt mixed with exhaustion. “Because of you,” he admitted finally. “Because she’s behind what’s happening online.” Zara froze. “You’re sure?” “She didn’t deny it,” Leo said grimly. “She’s the one who leaked the photos. The rumors. Everything.” The hallway fell quiet around them. Somewhere down the hall, a machine beeped steadily, marking the seconds that felt too long.

“What’s the worst I could find? Lexi Blaze's new red edition trailer? A fan club?” She chuckled and tapped on the notification, completely oblivious to Silas's pale state. But what she saw... Her eyes narrowed and her lips parted slightly. It was a string of nudes, the kind an androgynous camboy would send. She tapped on the first one automatically loading. It opened immediately. The image that filled the screen was that of a boy, his legs in the air, and his hole, stretched lewdly for the camera. And the caption read, Let me be your cum dump again.

“I suppose you’ve seen the news, Gideon.” “I have.” He stepped inside but didn’t fully enter the personal space of the room. “I’ve traced the source of the video leak. The file was uploaded through a series of proxies, but the original metadata points to a device registered to Silhouette’s PR department. It was sent to the news station anonymously at 4:17 AM.” I blinked, the gears in my battered mind grinding. “Silhouette? But… they hired Leo to steal designs. Why leak this? Why the personal attack?”

“She’s getting dick from everywhere too. There are at least twenty videos we have found with partners. All the men are packing.” “Are there any more with this guy? This is the best.” “No,” Lee shook his head. “Most of them are with this big dark-skinned dude with braids. She acts like a regular porn star in those and all the others, doing it for the dick. This,” he pointed at his screen, “she was fucking the man. Not just his junk. It’s wicked. You should watch it from the beginning.” That monstrous energy inside of me was burned from the sock for a long time, but it was starting to bubble to the surface again, raging larger than ever before. “DID. YOU. FIND. HER?!”

He didn't reach for it. "You're wasting your time," he said flatly. "This discussion is over." I opened the envelope myself, spreading the papers neatly before him. Bank statements, land records, names of shell companies, photos of a woman entering his flat late at night. His hand stopped tapping. "What is this?" he demanded. "Your life," I said softly. "The parts you keep hidden. The same things someone else already has. Lea Lopez. She is using it to control you, isn't she?"

Her stitches tore open. But she didn't stop running. Made it to the car. Drove like hell. Didn't stop for miles. Back at the safe house, they opened the laptop. Encrypted. But Lucian was good at this stuff. Got through it in about an hour. What they found made Celeste want to throw up. Files on every major family. Money records. Blackmail stuff. Pictures. Videos. And one folder called "Project Genesis." She clicked it. Medical files inside. DNA stuff. Experiment notes.

A soft gasp escaped my lips, barely audible. This is wrong. This is so wrong. This is your stepfather. Your mother’s husband. But my brain was foggy, drowning in lust and adrenaline and that dangerous thrill of doing something forbidden. I pulled my phone out with my other hand, unlocking it, opening the OnlyFans app. I knew exactly what I was doing. This was my job. I hit record.