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I wanted to go back in time and shake that day by its shoulders. At 4:10, Audit pinged: We’ve imaged Rhea’s phone. The Telegram channel name is oxygen. Pinned message from D. Soriano: “Make it look blessed. 11:41.” Cash app receipt shows $500 from Vidian_Social. We’re linking corporate owner now. Luca’s reply to the group was two words: Of course. I wrote: Sterilize. No victory laps. Jana sent a thumbs‑up and a brick.

“Lorenzo, the results of a test like this could be monumental. I know that you’ve always believed that the blue moon pack has been involved in this from the very beginning. My own father never fully trusted the pack back then either. These cases were only ever classified as missing children. No one could ever establish a connection between the two. But Agatha’s reports clearly state that she’s been sexually used and abused for a long time.” Lorenzo’s eyes darkened while heart-wrenching memories of his mother’s past came flashing through his mind. “These results could potentially link her as having been a part of some kind of secret, underground sex trade...And we know that there’s only one p

“We had time. He was going to release it at the gala. This wasn’t Elijah.” “No,” Lucas said as he burst through the door, breath ragged, laptop open in his hands. “It came from a different source. Not Elijah. The metadata’s clear this was uploaded through a VPN tied to a private proxy. It bypassed his entire system. Someone else leaked it.” “Who?” Ethan asked. “Why?” Lucas hesitated. “That’s the part that’s scary. They didn't ask for anything. No ransom. No threats. Just… exposure.”

Caroline was holding her phone, looking at Charlotte with a worried expression: "Lottie, have you checked T*****r?" Charlotte unconsciously opened T*****r, Caroline didn't say anything, because Charlotte could see everything as soon as she opened T*****r. Leandro was caught partying with a female celebrity at night.

Alejandro entered the room next, holding a file. “Vexler’s ledger,” he said, tossing it on the table. “Encrypted, but cracked. There’s one more lab. Switzerland. Remote. Buried in a glacier.” Dino picked it up. “Another project?” Alejandro’s eyes met his. “It’s labeled Genesis. But there’s no data. Just one name.” Elena leaned forward. “Whose?” Alejandro turned the file so they could read it. Dino Moretti. The room went silent.

“What are you talking about?” Damien turned the phone toward her. On the screen was her secret OnlyFans page. Not just the main one — the locked posts. The ones where she was completely naked, legs spread, fingering herself. Another picture showed her shoving a dildo deep in her pussy with the caption “wish this was your cock daddy.” Riley’s face went pale. “Delete that right now. That’s private.”

Since Solomon had just recorded an interview about how his phone had been hacked and how there were a lot of private files and data leaked to the hacker, the public easily believed the contents of this zip file to be genuine. Everyone downloaded it as they were excited to see what could possibly be in a male celebrity's phone. The compressed file was first uploaded by an anonymous account onto some forum, and it trended overseas for a few days before someone in Taadi finally uploaded the file in the country. By the time Sahara and Solomon received it, it was too late, they were under the international spotlight, and they wouldn't be able to delete it even if they tried to. The rumors were tr

On the way, he got on the phone with Diego. “Take that post down and every other one. Find out who uploaded the original.” *********** I leaned against the headrest as the limo drove off. My phone was in my hands but I couldn’t dare to come online. I couldn’t bear to read what people were saying about me. Halfway through the ride, Lorenzo spoke. “The posts have been taken down and…” I glanced at him. “And what?” Was the night going to get worse than it already was? “Gael was the one who uploaded it, originally.”

Leo, pale and sweating, folded in under twelve hours. The file arrived in our encrypted inbox late on the second night. We watched it, huddled over the laptop in the dark study. It was the entire meeting, from Leo's hidden camera angle. The audio was crisp. We heard every word—our careful questions, Alessia's brittle answers, the moment her voice broke, Lorenzo's raw apology, the soft, hesitant slide of her hand into his. It was the truth, unedited, unspun. The exact opposite of the salacious, manipulative narrative Gabriel had sold.

The next morning, our apartment smelled like coffee and sex. I woke up sore in the best way possible, Caleb’s arm draped possessively over my waist and his cum still dried on my inner thighs from last night’s second, off-camera round. I couldn’t stop replaying it in my head — the way he’d looked at me when the camera was off, like he wasn’t sure where the acting ended and we began. I slipped out of bed and checked our anonymous OnlyFans page on my laptop. My stomach flipped.