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Hailey asked, acting ignorant of the fact that she had realized that the original video was on the phone. "You want me to play it?" Alkira challenged. Hailey swallowed a lump in her throat. Determined to put an end to being blackmailed, she said. "Sure, go ahead." Alkira played the video. Megan's eyes widened on seeing the content, there in the video was a naked Hailey in a room with over six equally naked guys. She was tied to a bed and the guys took turns in having sex with her. "You know, Hailey. I enjoyed every moment of taking this video," Alkira said smiling.

After recording this final scene, I tucked my phone away and turned around to flag down a cab. When I got home, I didn't turn on the lights. Instead, I sat on the couch in the darkness and replayed the video over and over. I noticed the fleeting hesitation on Zane's face when he put on the ring, and the way he gave in anyway. None of this was an accident. The laptop and wallpaper were all traps meticulously laid by Cassie, waiting for me, the rightful fiancee, to uncover my husband's true nature with my own hands. She had succeeded. My world, along with the 15 years of love, had been completely shattered.

I was going to fight back. My phone buzzed again. I grabbed it off the nightstand, heart pounding. Another unknown number but different from before. The message was just a link. No text. I almost didn't click it. But curiosity and dread made me tap the screen. It loaded slowly. Some kind of social media post. Photos of me. Except they weren't really me. Someone had photoshopped my face onto a naked body. Multiple photos. Different poses. All explicit. The caption: Aria Lennox - campus slut. Rejected Caden Ashford because she's too busy fucking her way through the senior class.

Hence, he punished her severely. Aside from that, David’s company secret was exposed. He angrily disowned Scarlett. Talia was the last person to be bewitched by the system. She kept trying hard to remedy the relationship between Scarlett and David, and her relationship with Francis as well. But they seemed to be possessed as they firmly believed that it was Scarlett behind everything. Finally, Talia also went crazy and believed that Scarlett had gotten her mother killed. Hence, she started ignoring Scarlett. No one believed anything Scarlett said. Therefore, she had no choice but to jump off the building to take her life. She tried to use that to prove her innocence.

"He's your son? Are you trying to tell us that Dixon Smith is your husband? Take a good look at yourself! If you're going to lie, at least make it believable. Don't make me call the police!" I wasn't afraid of that. "That's right. Dixon is my husband. Go ahead and call the police. I'd love to see who they arrest when they arrive." As soon as I said that, everyone thought I had lost my mind. "So, Samuel Storm is your father, and Dixon Smith is your husband. Elizabeth, you're delusional! Just wait. I'm calling the police right now. Let's see how you explain yourself then." Yvonne pulled out her phone and began dialing the police.

"All of these are fake. I had them all capped. Can't have uneven or discolored teeth in Hollywood. Nope." She sighed as she sat back down. "Nothing about me is real," she murmured. He eyed her curiously. She gave him a sidelong glance, then ran a finger down her nose. "Nose job." She waved a handful of hair. "Extensions." She grabbed her tits. "Boob job." She looked down at the dirt. "Even my name is fake." Blake had been watching her with interest. "Your name isn't Shasta?"

Because last night my best friend Sarah sent me the link, and I spent hours watching Professor Nadia Vale get absolutely destroyed on camera. My phone vibrates under the desk. Sarah again. Another message: “Watch this one. You’re gonna lose it.” I click the link discreetly, volume low, earbuds hidden. The OnlyFans page loads — “ProfessorNadiaSecret.” The newest video starts playing. There she is. Professor Nadia on her knees in what looks like a fancy hotel room, glasses fogged up, mascara already running as she chokes on a massive thick cock. Her huge tits are out, bouncing heavily as the guy fucks her throat raw. “That’s it, you strict little slut,” the guy groans on the video. “Take every

"Wow, Mr. Stanley, it’s an honor to be speaking with you. The video provided by my client, Alora, has been proven to be AI-generated after I ran several tests on it." He shared his screen, and the falsified video began to play. "Now, Mr. Stanley, as you see, the man walks into the room and approaches Alora, who is sitting on her bed. They appear to have a conversation, which leads to a passionate moment. But if you look closely, after the man leans in, Alora’s face is never shown again—only her hair and body are visible. You might think that’s normal, but there are inconsistencies."

“I was a part of that film crew too, and Guinevere Cohen often bullied Stella Sealey on set…” The more Guinevere’s team spread fake rumors about Stella, the more skeptical netizens became and the more backlash they would receive. Soon, Guinevere’s die-hard fans couldn’t stand still any longer and decided to come out and speak up for her. “It’s pretty obvious now who paid for all these fake fan accounts, right?” “Where did all these Stella Sealey fans come from all of a sudden? She’s been long dead! What are you doing being the fan of a dead woman?!”

"I’m ruined! How can I live knowing that everyone has seen my nudes?!" "Technically, you aren’t really nude in them―" Annalise said. The entire family had read the article put out by Lady Vanity and saw the resulting photos― her straddling Matteo in nothing but her underwear, the both of them tangled in his bedsheets, her bra, half-falling off her shoulders to reveal a swell of creamy breast. If they were from a weaker family, Annalise was sure that her phone would be blowing up with all sorts of obscene offers from movie directors.