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But all the decisions were made, I quickly swallowed my ego and move toward the separate small room on which my things were arranged. I immersed myself in the warmth of the water, I could not help but rewind today's incidents. I can't believe Vicky's betrayal. And the events followed. I can't even believe that I agreed to become a fake wife... Before I could control it, I went full-on sobbing. After ten minutes I was back, and inside the walk-in wardrobe, I found the most expensive designer clothes everywhere.

’ I sat in the chair directly across her, at the other side of her ivory desk, and sank back just like her. She laughed lightly and her smiles evolved into a threatening one. ‘What do you want? Rum. Everyone knows you sleep around. I’m not surprised if this was true.’ ‘I’m telling you it’s all a hoax. A publicity gimmick to bring down your precious gem.’ The second I saw the article on my phone screen, I saw Annie’s smirking back at me in my mind. ‘And I know a way you can milk this.’ ‘I’m already putting it in the blender.’ She checked her nails nonchalantly.

“Natasha, these are fake. I swear to you, I never did this, not with Jenna, not with anyone.” “Don’t lie to me,” she said bitterly, her eyes flashing with the kind of hurt I had prayed never to see again. I felt my heart clench in rage and helplessness. “I have never had such moments with Jenna nor have I been seeing her. We didn’t do these things together, the photos are fake, and so are the messages too. You can ask the domestic staff.” Her lips trembled, her hands clenched into fists. “Do you know what happened on the day of your car launch?” she asked, her voice breaking.

"The thing is Nora has a lot of sex videos from people, some of which I help her get. She threatens them with it and they pay her, rather us. Jason is part of the business too, and she also wanted to get a video of us, hoping to earn a reasonable amount of money from you. But....." She sat up quickly and grabbed the bedsheet using it to cover her bare chest. "What? Where is the camera?" "That's why we are in the bedroom, there is none here the last time I remembered." Her eyes remained wide open, and her lips quivered, she was still processing all that I had said. "Get off me," she whispered "Listen," I pulled the fake moustache, and her Jaw dropped. "I'm nowhere near thirty, and I do not wa

It was on one such occasion, that the nanny tried to sexually abuse him. After a few minutes of uploading the video, the social media platform went crazy as people started comparing the videos with the majority realizing the video of Julia seducing James was fake. Back in Jason's old apartment, Mrs Haward had seen the newly uploaded video and she was already angry. "How does he keep getting out of this?" shouted Mrs Haward upon seeing the new video uploaded which was quickly defeating the video she had uploaded. She picked up her phone and dialled a number.

"Which one of us is worse?" I looked at Anastasia, who was still standing in the shadows like a ghost. She hadn't said a word since Mikhail ran away. Her face was pale as paper, and her hands were shaking. "Is it true?" I asked her directly. "Did you really fake evidence to get rid of his girlfriends?" Anastasia closed her eyes like she was in physical pain. When she opened them again, they were filled with tears. Real, hot tears.

she assured them. The live show was like any other p**n Ingrid had watched in videos. There was a bit of a script, foreplay, and then the main event. And just like the p**n she had watched, the actress didn’t thoroughly enjoy it. She felt sorry for the actress performing doggy style with the actor. The moans were clearly fake; the facial expression of pleasure was also fake. Well, the boobs were also fake.

"Wow, he really does look like the real deal. Janet, you're exactly the type rich guys go for." The moment I finished praising her, I switched accounts and logged onto the actor's profile. Then, I sent Janet a message that looked sincere and full of emotion, like real feedback from a satisfied client. I even attached the beautiful photos he had taken of her that day. At the same time, I used a bunch of fake accounts to comment under her post. [The bag she's carrying is obviously fake. How does someone wearing knockoffs charge that much?] I did not stop there. Using the actor's account, I sent her another message.

She had never gone nude. So, for some stupid reason, she clicked on one of the links someone from the office sent. Their message had read: Is this really you? The media post showed photos of her on the catwalk and some images from magazines and well-known promotional nights out with the other models. There was one that made Sutton cringe. Her skirt was so short. Some images she knew weren’t even her. Someone had put her head on someone else’s body. Including nudes. They were all carefully edited to look sleazy.

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.