Jenna Fischer Fake Nude 소설 & 이야기

“Don’t, Evelyn. Don’t fall for it. He's trying to sweet-talk you with it.” Evelyn swallowed and cleared her throat. “Jessica... She's the one behind everything online. The pictures of Jasmine and her friend. Jessica got them and had them edited. She made it look like Jasmine was cheating. It was all fake.” My jaw clenched as the news crashed on me. So my father was right? I should have believed her. I waited and nodded for her to continue. Evelyn continued, “The sex video too. That’s not Jasmine. It was us. Me, Chloe, and Jessica. We filmed it and had our faces replaced with Jasmine’s. The video is fake. It’s not her.”

“Jenna Turner. Or it Jenna Stark now? You are a really ambitious woman.” “And you are a really gutsy girl!” Aunt Jenna retorted. “Could you tell me what the hell I am doing here?” Debby frowned, raising her hand to reveal a phone playing a video. Aunt Jenna wanted to walk closer to see what it was but the sounds from the video made her eyes pop. “That’s you, right? And the doctor who helped you falsify results and everything. That’s you two rumbling around in the sheets, right?” Debby enquired.

My chest ached with guilt as I went over any subtle signs I might have missed. I should’ve seen this coming. A notification blinked on Laura’s laptop and I opened it. A message from our mystery hacker. Unknown: Prepare yourself. A video popped up on the screen. Jenna’s voice came out clear on the other side as she crawled on the gravel. She was crying, no, screaming as someone edged a car close to her. Every few movements the car would bump her further as the cameraman laughed. Of course the voices are altered. Me: Tell me who did this.

“Speak ill of your sister? Why would I? I know you all will be saying, Oh, because she’s my ex, that’s why I want to tarnish her reputation. That's not it. Lucas is my friend, and I would like to look out for him. Nora here isn’t just a banker or an accountant or, rather, a businesswoman. She’s also a whore and I have proof of it,” he said, staring straight at me. “Would you like to see Emma?” He questioned. “Yes, show it to me!” Emma replied with her hands on her hips. What’s this person up to? Proof of what exactly? “All eyes on the big screen, guys!” He said as everyone started getting close, then my picture displayed with me fully naked and a bald man sucking on my boobs.

Judging by the movements in the bed, the two behind the wall have woken Isaac. "Is that Jenna moaning?" I hear his sleepy voice from the darkness. "Who would have thought?" My hands clenched into fists and I took a step toward the door, intending to put an end to this pornographic performance. I don't care at this moment that I'll see Jenna and the guy naked because it can't be worse than the images my imagination has painted. That's what I think until I hear a muffled, half-sob, half-moan: "Please...please... Jaden, I can't."

I'm fucking shocked right now. He grabs the folder angrily and opens it with a huff. When he sees what it is, his face falls and he quickly sets it down. It's true. This is fucking true. Everything that I saw was fucking true. All of those girls that had messaged him on that website were just trying to get paid. My fucking girlfriend is being paid to date me. This is fake. All of this is fucking fake.

He saw me as nothing but an obstacle to his true love, desperate to be free of me. His friends immediately offered suggestions. Until one proposed an idea that had everyone eagerly anticipating the outcome. "I've got the perfect plan—Travis, you fake your death at the wedding. We'll livestream it and watch her break down completely, crying her eyes out!" After saying this, the person seemed to realize they'd gone too far and stopped talking.

To a scandal, to a plot, a blurred silhouette. So I reopen my computer. I search. An archive, an email, an exchange of documents. Proof that the so-called "note" they brandish is a fake, a montage, a fiction intended to break me. I know who started it. I know what Cassandre wants. And I have no intention of defending myself halfway. If I fall, it will be with my eyes open but not on my knees. My phone rings, it's Daniel. I do not answer, not yet.

That’s staying. “Hey, buddy,” Colton says, voice about a pitch higher than normal. It’s giving guilty golden retriever. His face is flushed, and I silently high-five myself for that little victory. Time to redirect the brother radar. “Where’s Jenna?” I ask quickly. “Seriously, Trent. She looks like a Disney princess and a P*******t board had a baby. She’s glowing. You sure she’s not secretly royalty?” It works. Trent’s chest puffs with pride like he won the jackpot—which, in fairness, he did.

Florence took a deep breath and put on her best fake smile. “What is it this time, Emma? Are you going to tell me that he has a hidden family in Thailand or that he has a secret son? These gossips are ridiculous, I don’t even know why you even listen to them,” Florence rolled her eyes and mimicked her friend’s pose. “No?” Emma sounded offended. “And I don’t believe these gossips either, it’s just fun to share them with you. Who would I talk to about this? Anyway, this is the real deal, came from an official source.”