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Yara also said angrily, “The main point is that Hannah is really evil. Not to mention scolding the three of us, but she also scolded those people who spent money on them in her live broadcast room. Don’t you think that this b*tch is really as bad as one could be?!” Yulia also chimed in and said, “That shameless woman, Hannah, is now starting to think of other deception methods. She asked her husband and son to pretend to have advanced pancreatic cancer and the other to pretend to have uremia. That damned old lady will have a script where she will pretend to cry every day to end up playing the role of a blind woman. She is simply a beast!” When Jennifer heard this, she said in annoyance, “Pla

she said, defending Ellis. "Desperate to recreate his true love," I said quietly. "How could he have faked it?" Jenny asked. She looked over her shoulder at me, briefly, before turning back to the road. "I don't know," I groaned. "Liv, if he can fake all that… well, it is kind of scary to think what else he could fake," she said after a long pause. "I don't want to think about that," I admitted. My stomach was becoming uneasy again. I tried rubbing it, but that didn't help much.

"It's a great look for you. It's just a complete arsehole to draw. It's why we often draw or paint nudes. Less work. Fabric is hard" "I suspect you're giving away trades secrets." She glanced up at me, amused. "Maybe I am." I watched her, noting how hard she was pressing on her hands. "Cait?" "Yeah," she muttered, distractedly. "I could always... you know." "What?" "I could always be nude, you know." She paused for quite a while, then coughed. "I'm not going to deny that it wouldn't be a whole lot easier. But... Jenny... are you sure you're comfortable with that?"

“I was aware. And I trust my fiancé completely.” Nikolai’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. Good, she thought. Feel it. Sebastian nodded approvingly. Another voice cut through the room. “Miss Ashbourne, there are photos circulating online suggesting intimacy between you and Mr. Ravenhart prior to this announcement. Can you confirm their authenticity?” The room exploded into noise. Sebastian raised a hand, but Nikolai spoke first. “Those images are manipulated,” he said firmly. “AI-generated. We are pursuing legal action.”

But instead of a real apology, her narrative shifted into a twisted attack to gain public sympathy. "I am the real victim here," Jenna wept to the camera, holding up a pill bottle to the screen in a transparent attempt to stage a fake suicide attempt. "I am deeply devastated. I never intended to hurt anyone. I was completely manipulated and blinded by Ryan Caffarelli's toxic ambitions. But Isabella is using her family's terrifying mafia power to destroy an innocent woman. If she wants me dead so badly, I'll just give her what she wants..." She unscrewed the cap, crying hysterically for the live stream audience as she prepared to swallow the pills for a fake overdose.

Screens at the far wall blasted headlines: “Anonymous Leaks Suggest J&J Misused Funds.” “Embezzlement at Anderson-Hidalgo Project?” “Jenna Anderson’s Golden Venture Crumbling?” Jenna entered with her spine straight, heels striking marble. She carried the storm on her shoulders but refused to bow. “Quiet,” she commanded. Her voice cut through the cacophony. The room stilled. “These reports are fabrications,” Jenna said. “Every figure in those leaks is falsified. Every ledger they’ve shown has been doctored. We have nothing to hide, and when the smoke clears, you’ll see the truth.”

I had no choice but to attempt and cause an accident so she won’t be able to fight with me! [Yes, I was wrong, but what did the Charmine you all like did instead? [She had her hands on the evidence of me trying to cause the accidents and used a fake account to make me send her a nude! Yes, you read that right: she played such a dirty trick to make me send her a nude so she’d get to expose me during the audition. This was all to ruin my reputation!

Different men with different fetishism. Those men aren't satisfied for those four hours but Anastasia and Sabrina left hours ago and just took that video. Janine collapsed and when she woke up she was in her cell only covered by the satin. She wished to wash it all off but what surprise him was a gang rape scene. It was her.

Jenny had multiple secret social media accounts. She was registered on every hookup app out there, constantly flirting, having affairs with married men like it was routine. Jenny had taken photos of every hookup and saved them all to her cloud storage. Some of the pictures looked eerily familiar to Dylan. When he finally pieced it together, the last trace of color drained from his face. He had really, truly wronged Zoe. The photos he had once used to condemn her had been doctored. The woman in them wasn’t Zoe—it was Jenny.

“Jimena—” “Don’t say my name. Come on, we will make a video now.” “What?” “I have fans; they will spread the news. You are going to tell them how this is fake news created by your evil ex-wife and how the person in the video is not you.” “Jimena?” “I'm not joking, William.” She said and forcefully grabbed my arm. No, I was not going to take a stupid video and say horrible things about Anastasia, and no, this was not about Anastasia but Ivy.