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He ripped open the folder and flung a stack of glossy photos across the table. Each one was a gut punch. Elara—wrapped around different men. Some were celebrities. Some were married men from our own circles. One had a hand on her thigh, another wore a wedding band clearly visible as she kissed his cheek. “No… no,” I muttered, flipping through them. “These aren’t real. Anyone could’ve photoshopped this. It’s easy now. Deepfakes, filters, AI—anyone could’ve—” “Stop.” My mother’s voice cut through my spiral.

"Jacob said he has an indecent video of Jade. He likes her but can't control himself, so he secretly recorded her." Kennedy stared at her in astonishment, his shock quickly transforming to fury. "I'll kill that bastard!" Never had he expected that the issue was Jacob. He also didn't expect him to do something so despicable just to get his hands on the Severin Group. Despite his anger, he calmed down. "Have you confirmed that the person in the video is really Jade?" Leah nodded. "Yes, it's Jade." Jacob had Leah scrutinize the video to convince her. After careful examination, Leah was certain the person in the video was Jade. The sight filled her with anger and shock, nearly causing her to fai

Jacob waved his hand impatiently and said, “Go and do whatever you want. I don't want to deal with you.” Elaine sneered disdainfully, “Whether you want to deal with me or not doesn't matter. I’m just afraid that your days as the vice president won't last long. Why do they all ask you to critique the artworks? It must be because everyone knows you're a fake, and they want to expose you as soon as possible!” Jacob’s expression turned even uglier. He hurriedly tugged at Charlie’s sleeve and whispered, “My dear son-in-law, let's talk outside!”

KIMBERLY ~•~ Jackson blinked again. “Are we supposed to ignore what I just saw?” I stared at him blankly. “Someone is trying to blackmail you with your unclad pictures!” “They’re not mine. It’s not a big deal. Continue.” “What do you mean?” I sighed, hating that something as silly as that was running the mood. “They are fake. They’re edited. I have never taken a picture nude. I barely even take regular pictures.”

Flavio exclaimed. Zedrick and Troy turned to what Flavio was referring to. “Oh... my... God!” Troy gasped when he saw Eliza wearing a maroon two piece. The complexion is so white that it almost sparkles in the sunlight. The same goes for her boobs, which are perfectly shaped, smooth and have a very deep cleavage. And what is even more attractive is the shape of its waist which is accentuated by the big hips and butt. Almost everyone glanced at Eliza, everyone who was lying on the bench bed and even Troy's volleyball-playing friends suddenly stopped playing when he started walking towards where Zedrick was.

I am sure that the pictures were taken when Ethane and I went to the restaurant the other day but how did he manage to get a hold of them? "My Lord, those are nothing but fake. We all know that Lord Kendrick has never been a fan of his nephew Lord Ethane so he faked the pictures to put Lord Ethane into trouble." Ethane's somun spoke in defense. "Wrong my Lord, these pictures are real images!" Lord Kendrick spoke. "Lord Kendrick you only speak when you are permitted to," the Mediac said. "I'm sorry." Lord Kendrick apologized and sat down. "My Lord these days with human technology it is very easy for them to make fake photos and videos and I am very sure that Lord Kendrick just paid a human so

“Alright, gimme a sec… Okay, opening them now. Whoa.” The air went still as the young man on the other end perused naked pictures of someone who was supposed to be Jacqueline. Jacqueline was tense beside me, her heart picked up speed and pain swamped her body. I didn’t look at her. I kept my eyes forward, jaw locked. “Micah?” Blair asked. “These aren’t real,” he said after a beat. “I mean, they look real, but that’s the problem. They’re too perfect. Skin’s too smooth. Lighting’s flawless. Someone used software to recreate this girl.”

I pondered how he looked now—still a nerd? His words didn't sound like he was one. He'd developed quite the flirting skills, which I admired. So, what about his face? It remained a mystery. His social media was sparse on photos, with only a few decent side profiles, but I'd stumbled upon some abs pictures…and they were, well, you know—enough to make a girl swoon, but still not enough to make me forget how Jacob Adriano looked in a plain shirt and slacks. Damn it! Why was I even thinking about him?

His eyes have started to glow red, like the demon he is. "Don't even go there...Lesley." his threat was understood, but very less oxygen was entering my brain as my eyes began rolling back. Now, I didn't know if it was because of my state he sees or that he realized it was his own mistake, Jacob quickly retracts his hand back. Coughing, trying to take in as much air in as possible, I look at Jacob with tears threatening to drop from the rim of my eyes. "Also, it was not Felicia. It was an illusion I created for you. I would. Ever force nor fuck with a used hole. I want everything with consent...and fresh." Making a face at how perverted he sounded, I shook my head.

“There are earlier posts discrediting your achievements. But since your achievements came from legit department bodies, whoever this is, they resorted to posting your nudes instead.” Even though I don’t flex those awards, I still make an effort to win them for money. Annoyed, I say, “That’s not even my body.” And then, images of Hilda being screwed by Mark appear in my mind—her heaving chest, his butt tightly grasped by him, and her skin tone—it all matches. “Show me that page again,” I order Lukas. “I thought it was taking away your appetite for food,” he responds, but he takes his phone and shows it to me anyway.