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"What'd you have in mind?" "How about American Beauty?" She waggled her eyebrows at me suggestively. I recalled the joke she'd made about it when she'd made her first unplagiarized pass at her essay assignment. "Har har. I told you before, I am not Lester freaking Burnham." She took a bite, indelicately speaking around a mouthful of pepperoni. "You ever see Jennifer's Body?" "No. Is that a porno?" Not that I would object if it were, necessarily.

Vienna’s POV "Desiree, what kind of trick is this?" I asked, my stomach twisting in disgust and frustration. The actress on Warren’s screen looked like a carbon copy of Desiree. Bleached hair, fake lashes, fake breasts, a plasticky pout. Artificial beauty—something Warren had always claimed wasn’t his type. Desiree raised an eyebrow as she watched my face contort. "Oh wow," she murmured, feigning innocence. "You didn’t know Warren was into… this kind of thing?"

he lied. Matt, was a recent acquaintance of his, and was the only name he could think of on the spur of the moment. They'd had a few classes together at college and he was a decent enough guy. "Oh, well... okay." she said unconvincingly, as she looked up at him, feigning a look of sadness on her face. Then added with a very convincing, but purely fake pout, "But... are you sure you wouldn't like to 'take'... me?" as she ran a hand along the front of her sun dress. That caused a button to pop open, which allowed her to run her hand inside to rub the closest nipple. Biting her lip, she faked a wince and an almost silent moan.

Her eyes, which had appeared sad before, now sparkled. "Is it true? Do you agree, Julius?" Anne asked. Julius nodded. "But... all those photos. Who edited them? We never took photos like that. The evidence you showed to the media too. It's all fake. Anne, tell me, who did it?" Julius asked. "I'm sorry," Anne said. Anne knew Julius was upset about it, so she apologized. Anne immediately said that all the evidence was fake and that she was the one who was told to prepare it.

He briefly looks at both of us; I lower my gaze at that moment. I feel extremely embarrassed. I never thought I'd find myself in a situation like this. I never wanted to disappoint my boss. Five years working here, and I never had any issues. However, this is worse than any office problem. Our private lives are on everyone's lips, in tabloid headlines, filled with lies, and the worst part is that the fake girlfriend part is now out there.

He tilted it toward me, close enough that his arm brushed my shoulder and stayed there. “Look. These supposed nudes you thought we had? All edited. See the timestamps and the metadata? Fake as fuck. We just wanted to see if you’d actually bring the cash like a loyal little wife protecting her secret.” I stared at the screen, my shoulders dropping as relief hit me. “You assholes. I was terrified. Driving here with all that money, lying to Jake about my mom. I thought my life was over.” A nervous laugh slipped out of me even though my heart still raced.

“And you didn’t tell me he looks like that?” Arielle fought a smile. “It wasn’t relevant.” “It’s very relevant.” The stylist turned Arielle’s face slightly. “Chin up.” Nina crossed her arms, still staring. “If this is fake, I’m offended.” “It is fake.” “Then make it real.” Arielle laughed softly. “It doesn’t work like that.” Nina leaned in again, lowering her voice. “Are you sure?” Arielle didn’t answer. The stylist stepped back. “Done.”

"Did you accuse Roxanne Wenner of cheating just to cover up your own affair?" Jensen's face turned ghostly pale, sweat dripping down his forehead. He flailed his arms, shouting as he shoved people away. "Get out of my way! It's all fake! It's just hotel records—they can prove nothing!" I gave a cold laugh. "Shall we look at this then?" Several photos appeared on screen—clear as day. They showed Jensen with a woman, his arm around her waist as they walked into a maternity store. And that woman's face was unmistakable—it was the hospital nurse standing right beside him.

“So Miss Gulio kindly show us the evidence of when Miss Raina released your videos. You're lucky that my client doesn't want to press charges for assault, blackmail, bullying, besmirch, and public chaos.” “Mum, don't believe whatever he says. JENNY was there. JENNY vindicates me. “Raina released my nudes and she deserves to go to jail.