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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.”

“Calm down. We need to give your family a show. I’ll give that perfect throat a hickey for a few convincing photos, nothing else. Don’t get your panties in a bunch over nothing, Querido.” “You want to make my family believe I’m shackled up in a cell?” “Among other things,” he murmured. His hands reached for the hem of my chemise and tugged hard. The fabric came apart until only the seam of the neckline held it together. My nipples hardened and he watched silently then released a harsh breath. I swallowed. “These photos are fake. I’m not dangling from chains all day, and you’re not ripping my clothes off,” I muttered. He smiled down at me. “Would you prefer it if I didn’t have to fake them?”

Now, the bills were directly sent to Lucas, with high monthly mortgage payments and credit card debts that he had racked up, quickly overwhelming him. Lucas was unwilling to accept this and tried to fight back by posting in his name online to expose the truth, but he was no match for Jenn, a seasoned public relations expert. Instead of responding, Jenn simply had someone upload a short video online. In the video, Lucas was lying shirtless on a busy street in the middle of the night, with "slave to Kunlun" written on his body, while two other men were performing some scandalous actions on him... Of course, the video was staged, but it quickly became a hot topic and spread rapidly. Those watch

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!

“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.

And then, of course, Alison’s voice cut through it all like a screeching violin. “This is a JOKE!” she screamed, springing up from her seat so violently that her diamond necklace clattered against the table. “This is a sham, a setup, a disgusting little play. She must have faked the will!” I jerked my head toward her, eyes wide. “What? That’s absurd! You think I could fake something like this? It’s impossible.” “Don’t you dare act innocent!” Alison snarled, jabbing a finger at me. Her face was blotchy red with rage, her lips curling like a feral cat’s. “You’re nothing but a manipulative little—”