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🔥 Vanessa Releases Final Video Evidence 🎓 Emergency University Investigation Launches 💔 Harper & Emery Face Possible Suspension 🖤 Truth Campaign + Jordan Becomes Public Ally 😈 Vanessa Backstory Revealed 💍 Relationship Commitment Under Pressure ⸻ 🔥 The Upload Vanessa’s finger hovered over the upload icon for only a second before pressing it. The progress bar crawled forward slowly. Her breathing remained steady, but her grip tightened around the laptop edge. The file name flashed across the screen:

Then she dropped her right hand, where the phone was, on her lap. "Is that live?" "No," she said while looking at her screen and tapping around it. "It's just for my I*******m story." "Then cut me out of it." "But baby~ You cannot delete a part of an I*******m story~" I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "And also-" she faced her phone to me and showed her stories of me just staring in the distance for a few minutes. Some are just pictures, and some are videos with captions only she thinks it's funny--damn, I forgot I'm still wearing this stupid wig. I check the views, and it has already reached millions. "Oh, sorry, honey~ I should've asked for your permission. But it's alright because I'm your m

"Yes and look how she's glowing, new hairdo, beautiful baby bump. Glittering diamond ring, come on this girl is living the life! Staying off social media does a lot for all of us. I wish I could do that sometimes." "Try getting married to a billionaire and it'll be no biggie." Taffy winked. I rolled my eyes. Interviews with these ladies always felt so forced. The screen went blank aftewards. "Your video went viral." Zach said. I looked up at him. "I guess so." "So what's next?" "What's next?” I asked him back. "I mean, I know that you want to keep your career up and running but how do you stay consistent until the baby comes and before you can get back to work?"

He hurriedly explained, “I just thought that we should have rings since we’re married. If you don’t like it—” “No.” Ninian shook her head. “You put more thought into this than I did.” “One more question: Can I upload this on Instagram?” “What?” Ninian could not understand. “Since Conan already knows that we’re married, does that mean that I can upload it on Instagram now?” Dustin had wanted for a long time to tell everyone that he was married. “Okay.” This time, Ninian did not stop him. Perhaps Dustin was using her as a shield. Right after Dustin uploaded his post on Instagram, it instantly went to the headlines of Rivervale.

“I just got confirmation: the host is disabling the link tree endpoints and preserving logs. The outlet hasn’t posted yet. They’re asking questions.” “Let them,” counsel said. “Questions are slow.” Legal’s phone buzzed again. She listened, then exhaled. “Platform compliance has applied a content hold on the hash list,” she said. “Any attempt to upload ENDGAME.mp4 will be blocked automatically pending review.” My lungs let go of a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Luca’s eyes stayed steady. “Then we get Noah through the night,” he said quietly. And for the first time in days, it sounded possible.

He didn't seem interested in what she did either, working most of the time with a tabloid on his lap. Looking at him being busy she remembered her interview was due tomorrow at 8pm. She hoped for her Christian wedding and reception to finish before that. She also had to convey him about her interview. The thought alone scared her. It seemed like an impossible task to do. She knew she had to tell him earlier but after the grave circumstances that he had laid between them, she had felt too embarrassed to even match his gaze, the talking was thrown way beyond her capabilities. Breaking her endless daze pilot instructed to fasten their seat belts, conveying they were about to land.

I don’t even have much to do; the pictures I selected have been in my draft for over a week, song selected, and everything. I glance at him. His eyes are on me already. Oh, gosh. I fix my eyes back on my phone and continue editing. I tag him on the last photo (he’s not kissing my cheek in it). A 5-picture slide—4 of me, 1 of the two of us. Caption: His view at brunch (heart with ribbon emoji). The comments and like counts are not disabled. I pray I don’t faint. I hit ‘post’ and lock my phone immediately.

I plugged my SD card into the PC and copied the pictures. Hmmmn. Upload or not? Upload or not? Even after copying all the pictures to my PC, I still hadn’t uploaded them. Tsk. There’s nothing wrong with it, right? He’s my husband, after all! In the end, I didn’t upload them. I scrolled through posts from random people without really paying attention. I was thinking about Jace. Could we really fix our relationship for good? Then, I suddenly had an idea. Edit profile. Basic Info.

Although she had not seen Elizabeth for more than 28 years, she was certain the moment she laid eyes on this woman, she was not Elizabeth Jones. On the other side, Sahara bugged Linux for a bit and finally succeeded in adding him as a contact on Messenger. He also promised to take responsibility for the matter regarding Ella and the fake Lucile. Thus, she walked away contentedly. Compensation was not her main target, her main target was adding him as a contact on Messenger. After that, she immediately started uploading some flirty selfies and photos of herself that were very sexy and revealing on her I* Stories. It was set so that only he could view them. However, she did not realize that he

"Why did you stop your video? Continue." It's with an awkward smile that I put my phone back in video mode, and make another short video in which Grace pressed her body to my side to appear in it. After a while, I stop the video and then upload all the photos, clips, and videos I've accumulated for today. That should maybe get my father off my back for a while. Once they are done uploading, I shove my phone back into my pocket and pick up my beer, taking a huge swig out of it. The drink burns down my throat and I sigh out loud, bored out of my mind.