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It was pathetically ridiculous. I didn't know how long I sat there, paralyzed, before I finally calmed down. The first thing I did was to unlock my phone and book a flight to Portia for seven days from now. Portia was the city of my dreams, which I had given up just to stay by Zane's side. Now, I was going to pick up my brush again and chase the art dream I had put on hold for love for far too long. Next, I zipped the sordid photos from the laptop and sent them to my best friend, Renee Jones. Her call came through almost instantly, and her voice was full of shock and fury.

Finally, with a loud thud, she dropped to her knees and sobbed, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean for any of this to happen! Please forgive me!" The incident quickly exploded in the media. Headlines screamed, "Heroic Captain Ignores Lives for Mistress; Daughter Left in a Vegetative State." The story went viral, and the rescue team, Jack, and Dakota were instantly thrust into the public eye. The industry association acted decisively, permanently expelling both of them. In coordination with judicial authorities, they officially launched an investigation into their negligence.

Helione said, though she didn't sound convinced. "I don't think she will," I said quietly. "And I don't blame her." Oprah shifted in her seat, looking nervous. "Aurora, there's something else we need to talk about." I frowned. "What's do you want talk about." She exchanged a glance with Helione, who nodded encouragingly. "This is something have been meaning to tell you" Oprah said, her voice shaking. "About the nudes that got leaked." My stomach dropped. "What about them?"

Sarah’s POV I thought sleeping with a stranger would be the worst thing that could ever happen to me. I was wrong. My nude photos were everywhere — circulating like wildfire, drowning in viral headlines meant to shame and destroy. “CEO Prince’s Mystery Lover Revealed.” “Club Girl or Gold Digger?” “Leaked Tape Shocks Society.” I stared at the screen in disbelief, eyes trembling with unshed tears. All I’d wanted was a night to celebrate John’s birthday. To surprise him with a gift. To fall asleep in his arms and feel like I mattered.

I reached for her hand. “You’re not alone in this.” She turned, eyes glassy, the weight of too much sorrow behind them. “I love you,” she said. “But I don’t know if love is enough to keep us alive.” Jason barged in later that morning, eyes bloodshot, holding his laptop like it was a bomb. “I found something.” He dropped it onto the kitchen table. A username: CredoHollow_23. It had posted the image of Leah. It had also posted cryptic messages weeks before the scandal broke. Hints. Screenshots. Partial blackmail attempts. And a thread tracing Whitlock’s “archive” across several forums.

Yet here they were, shouting like they had watched it happen with their own eyes. Lydia's lips curled into a cruel smile. “Sister You look confused,” she said mockingly. “Well, let me tell you” She lifted her phone lazily, as if savoring the moment. With an exaggerated gasp, Lydia tapped the screen and began reading aloud, her voice dripping with fake shock. ****“‘D-list celebrity Aurora Valenmoor caught in bed with an unknown man : explicit photos leaked.’”**** The words hit Aurora like a blow.Her blood ran cold.

What I saw made my blood run cold. A private message from an unknown number contained a single video thumbnail. The preview image was blurry but unmistakable: me, naked, straddling Damien on the massage table at the private spa, my head thrown back in ecstasy, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust up into me. The timestamp on the video was from our spa day. The message read: **Unknown:** You thought you could keep this hidden? The world deserves to see the real Kira Holt. Enjoy your fifteen minutes before I make it public. Tick tock.

Chapter Nine: Leaked Soren’s phone wouldn’t stop vibrating. He sat on the edge of his couch, his elbows on his knees while staring at the coffee table where his screen kept lighting up with new notifications. Every major sports outlet had picked up the story. The leaked messages, some explicit, some unexpectedly tender were splashed across headlines in bold font. “Calder & Draven: From Rivals to Lovers — Explicit Texts Revealed” One message in particular was everywhere:

She revealed he'd Jealousy and the unmistakable pain of being rejected by the girl she likes. "Okay, you can stay for the night. I love you too." Natasha hugged her from behind. "Better." She sat down back on the bed and they gist watching movies all night. ............. The next day, the Scandalous video were leaked all over the internet. Only those that were there knows what happened that day. An anonymous project all they said in that building storage to the public. The video and the sound were fully clear, all the emotions and their movement is well recorded.

It was Andrade. In bed. At one of the suites we had fucked. There was no sound at first, just movement, skin on skin, then the moans came—my moans—and the slamming sound of Andrade's huge cock in my hole. My hands started shaking so badly I almost dropped the phone. “Fuck,” I whispered, tears burning my eyes. “Fuck!” My chest tightened again, worse than before. How did this happen? Who the hell leaked this? How did anyone even get access to that footage?