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Cindy laughed out loud mockingly. “Then give us two minutes to do so.” And just when Cassandra ended the call and gave Grace the phone, Grace typed some stuff, and before you knew it, she dropped the video too. “She is a bitch! Bitches, I mean!” Grace said and heaved a sigh; immediately she had dropped the video, to the surprise of Cassandra. “Love, you really uploaded those videos?” Cassandra asked; she was also surprised. Because damn! It was disgusting. It will really cause a lot In the internet, it will be termed as leaking nudes and sex tapes of sluts who were having an affair with the famous Alpha, Alpha Nelson, even for the fact that he was married.

Eloyd advised and I nodded in response. I made my way to the changing room to slip into my normal clothes when my phone pinged. I hadn't looked at my phone since I woke up this morning and I guessed that was my chance to get distracted and most probably be graced by Elias's message. “Wow! A leaked photo? Who's it this time?” I said aloud and bursted into laughter. Almost every week, nude photos, sex tapes and so on always found their way to light on the school's closed public group. Yeah, it was closed because it was private, only the students of the school were in it and no member of the school staff.

But in doing so… She’d also awakened monsters. Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Fall It started with a whisper. By morning, it had become wildfire. A video. Grainy. Shaky. Darkened corners of bedrooms, muffled voices, slurred confessions. A face—Helena’s—superimposed in scenes that weren’t hers. Her name stamped in the file title: HELENA_EXPOSED. Within minutes of it being uploaded to a private student chat, it had already reached hundreds.

She bolted up the stairs, retreated into the master bedroom, and refused to emerge for the rest of the afternoon, remaining completely unresponsive even when Brittany returned from school, screaming her own teenage tantrums down the hallway before slamming her own bedroom door. Buried deep under the covers, Hilary used her phone to create a burner I*******m account. With shaking thumbs, she uploaded the paparazzi photo Lily had taken of Gina, and tagged every high-society gossip blog and anonymous media tip line in New York, praying someone would recognize the face and drop a hint in the comments. “Someone see it. Someone name her. Please,” she muttered like a prayer, while refreshing the pa

And that headline at the top of the homepage, framed in red like a terrorist alert: “ALEXANDRE LACROIX AND DANIEL ROZOV: A LOVERS' CLASH IN FRONT OF A PRIVATE RESTAURANT” “THE PERSONAL ASSISTANT WHO SHAKES BOTH DYNASTIES” I remain frozen. The words hit me one by one. I click. The video starts. Grainy, shaky frame, but the essence is there. The heart that explodes. Daniel and Alexandre, face to face. Quick gestures, lethal looks, and she! She! She! This girl, this… this silhouette I barely recognize, but who now occupies all the screens. Lyra, as venomous as a snake.

He caught the doubt on my face, and reached for his tablet, pulling up another video. The second I saw it, I nearly slammed my hand flat on the table. I'd been wondering all morning where the leaked footage had come from, and here it was, laid out plainly. Sharon, crying prettily on camera, telling anyone who'd listen that I'd tried to sleep with her husband. Clips of her being publicly humiliated at the company that very morning, cut together with old, out-of-context footage of me from years ago, desperately trying to get Dillan to look at me, back when I still believed he was my husband. She was painting me as some kind of home-wrecker who slept her way up, and it made my blood boil.

Hilary was shocked with the view in front of her. Both her eyes and mouth widened in shock. She stares at her phone screen. The video that was sent to her by an unknown number was still there. When she received that video, she refused to believe it. She kept on telling herself that it was photoshopped, that it can't be real. She couldn't believe that her children has been having a secret affair.

It might hurt but it's better than ruining her future. "One question though to test if you're now really in your right mind." Hillary said gazing at me. "Sure, go on and ask," I welcomed the task. "What is my greatest sexual fantasy?" He questioned making Ace snicker. I smirked. I can never forget. "F**king a girl who's all tied up in the middle of nowhere, surrounded with snow and the weather is freezing." I listed. "You left nothing out." Hillary stated fake crying. • AFTER SCHOOL •

I ran back to the library to my uncle Harry's computer. The first one I insert in the DVD drive is labeled NST01. There is also an NST02, NST03 and NST04. The computer is in auto-play mode and it mounts the DVD. There is an MS-Word file, an mpeg video file and a folder full of jpeg files. I open the jpegs first because I want to see if they are pictures of Nicole. They aren't. They are pictures of an older woman about my mom's age. The pictures show her in various stages of undress, then various nude poses; bent over, legs spread, masturbating and some close ups of her erect nipples and wet pussy lips. She's a very attractive woman and my cock is responding, especially to the one with her le

"This made me realize that I am comfortable with my body being seen by others. My friend Cassie does photography and I posed nude for her. They came out really good and I'm proud of them. They are going to be part of her portfolio and they're gonna be on a website." I let my daughter of free autonomy over her own body but this is rubbing me the wrong way. This news after hearing that her nudes have been leaked multiple times is a lot to take in. I know my daughter gets around but I don't want her future to be impacted by moments like these. "That's...interesting," I say to Florence. "I just told you I posed with my tits out and all that is all you have to say?" She says back in a frustrated