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she said. Lucian studied her face carefully. "About yesterday?" "About everything." A pause, then she added, more firmly: "If the whole school is going to believe I'm your girlfriend anyway..." Lucian's expression shifted slightly not surprise, just attention sharpening. "Then I might as well make it useful." Silence. The wind moved softly between them. Lucian's voice came lower. "Useful how." She exhaled once. "I'll play along." A beat. "I'll be your fake girlfriend."

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“You were burnt alive to ashes. Not even a hair follicle from your old body remains. Your soul may have transferred into our daughter's but IT'S STILL SYLVIA'S D.N.A in your current body. You have nothing. Once you tell him the truth without any proof, he's going to do everything in his power to make sure you never smell his kids from a hundred yards. From the little research Patrick has made, your ex-husband might be an asshole but he would give his life for those children before he lets anyone or anything take them from him. YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, Jessica. Nothing. Only your words and no matter what the truth is… Here is what the world would understand.” She sucked in a long breath,

"Have you forgotten? You've seen for yourself—my father cannot possibly have any other children!" I snatched the phone from Bruce, forcibly unlocked it, and threw it in front of her. "Look carefully. See who you've really been talking to." Trembling, Jessie picked up the phone and swiped through the chat. Tears streamed down her face as she read the conversation, each line a cruel confirmation. Suddenly, she hurled the phone across the room. "This isn't possible! It's all fake! It's fake! You forged this!" "Chat records can be faked… but what about the videos?"

“Excuse me? How dare you speak to me like—” I pulled out my phone, swiped to the video, and shoved it toward her face. The footage played on full volume, her unmistakable laugh, the way she pressed herself against Marcus Hale, one of my longest-serving board members, kissing him like a desperate slut in that hotel lobby. The way his hands roamed over her body near the elevator. Veda stared at the screen. For a second, she froze. Then she tried to recover. “That… that isn’t me,” she said quickly, her voice rising in pitch. “Calder, someone must have edited this. Deepfakes are everywhere these days. You can’t possibly believe—”

The way she fucked that other man was how I imagined her fucking me, and I can never forgive her for that. “FIND HER! FIND HER!” I started to scream, rocking harder and faster in place. “We’re working on it, Alpha,” Jackson said, his team of elite warriors searching every video on my whore of a mate’s streaming page to look for definitive clues. “Mother fucker, she’s taking the videos down now,” Lee muttered, working on his laptop. “Let me see,” Jackson took it from him, clicking away on the touchpad. “Fuck, do we have these saved?”

Jessica smirked, the corners of her lips lifting slightly. “But I thought Matt was your boyfriend. You even…” Tessy paused, her voice finding the right intonation—“slept with him a few days ago. Which day was that?” Tessy purposely teased her. Before she Jessica left Puma, Tessy had caught her taking abortion pills, she had said, “ that Matt is a bastard always getting me pregnant.” Now she is already engaged to a CEO. “You!” Jessica snapped angrily, her face turning red as her faked calm expression broke.

( Adrian) I was still in the study when the new message arrived. The dummy account notification lit up my phone like a spark in dry grass. I opened it immediately, heart already racing, and the video loaded. It was longer this time. More deliberate. More devastating. Alessa — because I knew it was her, I would always know — had filmed herself in what looked like a bathroom. She was wearing only a tiny red thong. She started slow, teasing the camera, sliding the fabric aside to show how wet she already was. Then she pushed the thick toy inside herself, moaning softly as it stretched her. She added a second one, filling herself completely, the red thong still stretched tight around both toys.

The impact knocked the breath out of her back, but she only moaned with lust. His big hand slid under the dress, straight between her legs. Fingers found her bare, wet, hot pussy. “Fuck… no panties at all.” He rubbed her swollen clit with his thumb, fast circles. “Soaking fucking wet. I knew you were a filthy slut.” Jéssica spread her legs wider, hips bucking against his hand. “I’ve been like this since the photo… thinking about your cock tearing me open.” Fabian gave a low, dirty laugh. He shoved two fingers inside her without warning. Her tight pussy swallowed them, juices running down his palm.

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