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Author’s POV: Soon Tina’s film began to sell well in Roseiland. Of course, some of the videos were leaked online. That caused an uproar among countless people. “Heaven’s why does this look like much like Tina Walter?” “It doesn’t just look like her. It does seem to be her!” “Oh my god, why would she do that kind of film?” “You have a point. No matter how depraved the water family is, there is no need for her to film such a movie.” “This is photoshopped, right? There is a feature to change the face? This should be fake.”

“He's not wrong, the video is fake, just a fabrication. Stop crying. You're such a crybaby to be a girl.” “Even though it's a fake video, it doesn't mean I can just get used to it after watching it, right?” Syila looked at her brother with a pitiful expression. “Just try to imagine, the girl you like turns out to have porn videos with other guys. Even though it's a fake video, can you really get used to it when you see her again?” Rein took a deep breath. “No.”

Her lips began to tremble uncontrollably as she asked, "Where did you get these?" The envelope contained private photos of her taken in various outfits, with different makeup, and in different hotels. "It seems they are real." Hailey continued with a hint of sympathy, "Don't worry. I bought them all from the source, so they won't get out. I even paid to make sure that if any more photos of you show up, they'll come directly to me. It cost me a pretty penny." Stephanie grabbed her arm and said, "Hailey, you're the only one who knows about this. You have to help me. I'll pay you back, I swear."

Charles said nothing. He simply pressed play. And it took her world in four seconds. The Fake Fiona began loudly. Fake Candy, sobbing. False footage of an incident that never occurred. Her hand flew to her mouth. “No…” Her eyes widened. “No-this.this is.this isn’t real-Charles, this isn’t real” He came closer, his hands shaking slightly. “I know. I KNOW. But the internet—Fiona, they think it’s real.” A headline flashed across the screen: “BILLION HEIRESS

"Tell me you didn't do this." Natalie’s smirk deepened. "Come on, bestie. I just gave everyone a preview. " Selena’s mouth fell open. "A preview? You posted my nudes online. Are you fucking crazy?" "Oh, stop acting so innocent," Natalie scoffed. The guys with her laughed, their eyes crawling over Selena’s body in her bikini, imagining what was under. "She’s not wrong, though…You do have nice breasts, Selena. A very nice tits. " one of them said with a grin, staring at her chest. "We could go to the back, and you can show me properly."

I sobbed hysterically, pressing the remote control nonstop, searching for a news channel that would tell me the truth because I chose not to believe what the other channels are saying, I would never accept such news, it’s simply impossible. “The supposed wife of Mr. Nathan Trent, Ariel Montana, moans her late husband, dressed in all white.” I paused and listened to what they were saying in this channel, I can’t believe that everyone thinks that this bitch is Nathans's wife. I watched in anger as she sits proudly with his family, posing for the camera while acting sad and depressed. Any idiot could tell that she is obviously faking it. She kept staring at her manicured nails as she acted sad

Hailee breathed, moving away. With her arms, Hailee wrapped her tense body as she went to stand by the window, gazing out on the wall of security now cordoning off the property: men with cellphones and radio transmitters, some with big, ugly-looking dogs on strong looking leashes. A laugh broke from her, thick with scorn. “You’re putting quite a show for the press and your followers,” Hailee scoffed. “Do you honestly think anyone will be fooled by it?” “Not you, obviously!”

Then— Bingo. A photo from last week: Nikki in a lace bra, pouting at the camera with the caption "ur missing out." Noah's response? "Busy." I smirked. Perfect. With quick fingers, I forwarded every incriminating photo to myself. Blackmail material secured. I scrolled through their older texts, and I saw another pic. It was a pic of her in absolutely nothing. She had her fake ass tits out, with her legs widened so her pussy could be in view.

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