Inside Edition Video Novels & Stories

She walked closer, but her attention was split between the man she loved and the threat in her pocket. The phone vibrated again, louder this time, shaking her hand slightly. She braced herself, holding the device with both hands to steady it. A new message arrived. A video clip. Her stomach dropped as she opened it. The clip showed the moment she had ended her ex-husband's life. The scene was undeniable because it captured her face well. She had never intended for anyone to see this, and yet here it was, Edward using it as leverage. She gritted her teeth, keeping her hand steady. Another notification arrived, text this time: Meet me, or this goes public.

Subject line: **PHASE THREE ORIENTATION** The room went still as Elena opened it. One attachment. A video file. Recorded six months earlier. Elena hesitated. Then pressed play. The screen flickered and a conference room appeared. Modern. Minimal. Then, Elena entered the frame. Everyone in the office stopped breathing because this Elena looked different. Not physically but emotionally. Lighter. Less guarded and she sat down calmly. Looked directly into the camera. Then smiled. The real smile. The one Adrian hadn't seen in years. "Hello," Video Elena said. “If you're watching this..." Her smile faded slightly. “…then something went wrong."

My heart hammered against my ribs as I saw the top trending video. THE REAL JULIAN VANE: THE BEAST BEHIND THE BILLIONS. I pressed play. My own face stared back at me, distorted by the grainy quality of a security camera. The video showed me in the breakroom from yesterday. I saw myself kick the door. I saw myself towering over those two employees, my face twisted in a way that made me look unrecognizable. The audio was the worst part. Someone had edited it, removing the sound of the employees gossiping about Elena and Leo. All that remained was my voice, booming and aggressive, shouting about power and firing people.

My hand was shaking so much that I had to bring the other one to support it. My breathing was coming out fast. I called Annie, praying she’d pick up because she's the only one who picks up her call even in the middle of an ongoing class. “Hey,” her hushed voice came on the phone after it rang twice. “Why are you calling me? Remember I have class?” “There's… The… Ed… Edward has my video.” I forced myself to ground out. “I don't understand. So what if he has your video? Is he disturbing you again? I told you to let me handle him a long time ago, but you refused.” She began rambling.

“What insurance payout…?” The news anchor wasn’t done though as the recorded video plays grimly on the screen… then Cecelia notices one thing, sitting at the edge of her chair. The video had been professionally edited so every single part she would have appeared on the screen did not ave her in it. The car that drove out, seen very clearly to have Daniel in the driver’s seat, and normally, should have had her right beside him on the passenger’s chair but there was no one in sight. She had been meticulously removed from the video, and one by one, all of the shots and pictures that showed across the screen after the video all did not have her in them, although, she was right beside him in most

The laptop screen, mirroring Edward Mitchell's face. Looks worried. Indiscreet. The tips of his fingers pulled back to the kiss scene of a dragonfly surfing the water just now. Continue playback, a small window above pops up a message. "Can you accept Amelinda Ciara's marriage, can you also accept Anne Jenner being hugged and kissed by another guy? She could also be lying in another guy's chest, for him to bloom." The video was played back and forth countless times until the cigarette was completely burned, the hand used to force closed the laptop. Edward Mitchell pulled his sleeve, opened the door, and strode out.

The clerk pressed a button. The three massive display screens above the courtroom flickered, and a new video began to play. The entire courtroom went dead silent. The video showed the inside of my private office. On the high-definition screen, there I was. I was standing close to Dom by the wooden desk. In the video, Dom’s large hands were wrapped around my waist, pulling me tight against his massive chest. The video showed us breathing heavily, leaning in, and kissing deeply, passionately, on the lips. It showed us hands-on, tangled up in each other, on the verge of stripping off our clothes to make love right there in the office.

I took it. The video began to play. It was the hallway again. But the angle was different, and it was clearer. I saw the both of us talking, arguing, then she cried. And I was about to leave, but my foot slipped. She wasn't the one who pushed me, she actually tried to catch me. “No. This can't be right… It's edited, right? This video, it's edited!” I yelled, raising my head up. Elena shook her head, “It's not. The other video, it was posted at an angle that made it easy to misunderstand it and it was cut off, not full at all. Liam, this… This is the real video.”

Inside? A video. Grainy. Black and white. Surveillance style. Cassian. Ten years ago. Standing over a hospital bed. A body in it—tubes, bandages, stillness. A woman’s voice behind the camera whispered: “She didn’t make it. He doesn’t know she was pregnant.” Eden froze. “If the board finds out, it’s over. We bury it. All of it.” The screen went dark. The floor felt like it tilted under her. Her brain tried to logic its way out of it. Maybe it’s doctored. Maybe it’s old footage from another scandal. Maybe…

Andrew asked, his voice low and even. John's expression was serious. "There is an issue," he said, handing Andrew a tablet. Andrew took the tablet, his eyes scanning the screen. Astrid got up, her curiosity piqued. She walked over to Andrew, her eyes fixed on the tablet. The video on the screen showed Astrid and Mrs Alexis in the parking lot. But it was edited, starting from the point where Astrid yelled at Mrs Alexis. The audio was mute, so it was impossible to determine what was being said. But the video showed Mrs Alexis whimpering and looking scared as Astrid talked.