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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—”

Ayodele snorted “Sorry, sorry I know I shouldn’t make jest of this right now and how inappropriate it might sound right now but you were faking an orgasm? How does that work?” Tanya let out a short laugh, her tears glistening on her cheeks “Yeah you wouldn’t believe what one can pick up online. It’s crazy. There was this particular clip of it online. I watched that clip over and over again till I got the hang of it. He believed it every time anyway, not that he cares much about my fulfilment as long as he feels good, ” she said, her laughter hinging on hysteria. “Bastard,” Ayodele said about Martinez then he looked at her sheepishly “Do you by any chance faked, you know, those earlier? Six t

I took a deep breath, as if I was trying to push down the wave of inexplicable panic in my chest. After I double-clicked, the folder opened. The first thing I saw was an intimate photo of Zane with a woman I didn't recognize. All the blood in my veins seemed to have turned to ice. It felt like a bolt of lightning had struck me, the shock reverberating through all my organs and bones. One by one, I scrolled through the photos. Each of them seemed to mock me for the lies I had told myself. Zane had cheated, yet I had been blissfully wrapped up in the joy of becoming his bride. It was pathetically ridiculous.

"If it weren't for Jennifer, who knows how many times you would've been deceived? She's helping you filter out the trash. You should be thanking her." I opened my mouth, but not a single word came out. It was true—none of my five former fiancés were decent men. But how much better was Jennifer? Before breaking off each engagement, I had secretly checked their phones. Jennifer had sent them countless explicit photos—every set of lingerie she wore was practically see-through. She even asked them, "Do you want to hear what I sound like in bed?" The whole thing disgusted me. Jennifer leaned closer, her voice laced with smug satisfaction.

“Bro… you didn’t hear?” The screen tilted. And everything went silent. Jaden stared at the image, his mind refusing to process what his eyes were seeing. His chest tightened violently, like someone had punched him from the inside. “That’s fake,” he said immediately. No one replied. His hands clenched into fists. “That’s fake,” he repeated, louder. But the room didn’t agree with him. Someone muttered, “It’s everywhere.” Another said, “Damn. I didn’t think she was like that.”

I poured myself three fingers of aged Amarone and settled onto the sofa. "Show me what Lilith taught you." The redhead's hands moved with slutty confidence as she peeled away the bikini top, then the bottoms, thrusting her fake tits forward like trophies. Her body was everything most men would drool over and she knew it, arching her back to make those silicone jugs bounce. The only sensation I felt was a passing curiosity about how those fake tits would jiggle under punishment.

One of those adventures was our brief flirtation with mild exhibitionism—or, more accurately, Jennifer's flirtation with it. She loved dressing like a slut for me, and I absolutely loved watching her. Until then, we'd kept it safely within the walls of our home. During one particularly heated session, Jennifer slipped into a pair of skin-tight jeans that hugged her curvy hips and heart-shaped ass. She paired them with a sheer T-shirt that was at least two sizes too small. The low-cut neckline framed her freckled chest and generous cleavage, and since she wasn't wearing a bra, I could clearly make out her dark areolas through the thin fabric. The more I stared, the harder her nipples became.

The Potter family's bodyguards exchanged shocked whispers, stunned that their poised and dignified lady was secretly so depraved. Sean shot to his feet, bellowing, "It's fake, generated by AI! Jerome, you despicable rat! To push for divorce, you're resorting to these despicable tactics?" He jabbed a finger at Megan, adding, "You can't trick me. The woman next to you is a notorious hacker. Faking videos is child's play for her." Megan raised an eyebrow, clicking open another clip. "Is that so? Care to explain why you're shirtless at Martha's place at 3:30 in the morning?"

Damien said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Julian rolled his eyes at him whereas Nathaniel said, "I am here for some work actually but before that what about the announcer? The earlier ones are failing us terribly these days. You said you will get another one but you also didn’t do it yet." as got up from the couch and walked near the desk of Damien. As they both engaged themselves in some discussion over the announcer matter and then over a file, Julian got his phone out to kill some time. ~~ "Are you hearing me? He is playing you, Edie. Are you going to be submissive to him?" Cassandra groaned when Eden spilled out the truth to her.

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