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That sly grin. "What?" I ask her. She giggles. "Nothing." Josh comes rushing to our table, holding his phone. He's laughing hysterically. "Have you seen this bitch darling? Her nudes were leaked." Wait, what nudes? Could it be Danna? "Who's nudes?" Troy asks. Josh giggles. "Danna Fox. She's so dumb." Oh lord! Her nudes were leaked? But, who did it? If Troy has no clue, then who did it?

followed by the unmistakable sound of phone cameras clicking. I sighed, resisting the urge to turn around and tell them to please stop that. "I got one invitation to join OnlyFans, requests to post more photos than the few I already have up there.” “Are you serious?” Noah asked with shock and disgust clearly written on his face. “What the hell is wrong with people?” “I also have at least…” I took the phone back from him to count them properly, “…yup. Twelve different confessions of love from different guys and even a few girls."

"Oh my God!" "What?" Jessi asked. "It says here that earlier today, Noah released the video on her OnlyFans page!" "That brat!" Jessi yelled, getting to her feet. "And she increased her subscription fee to $50, yet, there's been over a million views, oh my God! That's 50 million dollars! And it's only gonna increase!" "If I could just get my hands on that b*tch!" Jessi exclaimed, running her hands through her hair, she looked like she might explode.

His face is flushed, eyes darting anywhere but at me. I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, letting the silence stretch just a little too long. “Don’t stop on my account, Ty. Looked like you were enjoying the show.” He stands up abruptly, chair scraping back, towering over me now but still looking like a cornered animal. “Get out. Now.” I hold up his iPad like evidence in court. The screen is damning: my OnlyFans dashboard. Username: TylerIsUrGod99. Total spent: $847.32. Every single pay-per-view purchased. Every tip. Every comment.

Queenie faltered for a moment, then awkwardly laughed and tried to smooth things over, saying that so many years shouldn't be wasted and that Joyce hadn't meant any harm. However, I stayed indifferent the entire time. Finally, Queenie stopped talking, and the sound of a door slamming came through the line. I knew Joyce had been listening in again. A few days later, my social feed kept showing me random updates about Joyce and Finley—where they'd been on dates, the meals he'd made for her, photos they'd taken together. Most of the posts were from our mutual friends. I stayed unmoved, focusing on taking over the family business and spending time with Bianca.