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As soon as the group chat was created, she discovered it and immediately went to chat with Eliza in the group chat. Roseane, "Eliza, I just saw you post on Weibo. Where did this Sonya come from?" Roseane, "Her fans are so disgusting!" Julian's leg was injured, so Graciana didn't take him to pick them up. He was staying in the hotel and was bored, so he responded to the group chat almost immediately. Julian, "Sonya, an artist from Dewfall International, an Internet celebrity and a blackmailer." Roseane, "Dewfall? No wonder she's so shameless!"

My fingers went numb as my phone slowly slipped from my ear . Then it hit me, the hotel staff Ethan mentioned. The woman he said he called to help me after I threw up all over myself. That had to be her. Julia Lane. She planned this, she spiked my drink and when she was changing me, she must have taken those pictures. The ones I saw, the first pictures she sent, they weren’t exactly scandalous, but they revealed more than I was comfortable with. Cleavage, curves. Enough to make anyone uncomfortable if those photos got out.

She turns around trying to be nice. “I’m with Peoples magazine and we have discover that you are in fact the woman in white who caught the eye of the billionaire playboy Julius Alexander. With him being falsely accused of being the father of Leah Corvettes child and her trying to kill him, Do you think you will try to catch his eye again? He has been spotted here tonight. Are you two an item?” The man finishes. Julius is embarrassed and remorseful Rosalie is having to deal with this. Ben puts an arm on his shoulder for support.

I ordered. Julia inserted her strapless and lay down on her back, Lisa mounting her, cunt still wet despite the bath. Both women parted their legs enough that Rhonda could kneel behind them with her strapless on. She used some lubricant for the strapless, Julia parting the cheeks of her sister slave for Rhonda to smear some around the puckered star of her anus.

“L– let's go together. Your clothes are ruined too.” Hearing that, he smiled and rose to his feet. “If that's what you want. Fine.” Julia’s face flushed. She knew they wouldn't just be showering. They'd be doing more than that, and right now, she needed it to remain sane. But unfortunately, she had no idea that someone else, with a camera across the street, was more excited to see them locked in together, naked. Meanwhile, Ryan has something else planned for Julia.

I walked shakily toward the bed, my legs weak as though every nerve inside me had turned traitor. My hands trembled, fingertips still buzzing from the act I had just committed. The laptop screen glowed accusingly from across the room, its light flickering on the polished hardwood floor like an unwelcome spotlight on my crime. The leaks were out. Julian and Sera’s scandal blasted into the public eye with ruthless precision, along with Catherine’s fraudulent dealings, exposed like a rotting carcass dragged into daylight.

Then both our burners buzzed at the same time,We froze,He reaches over me first and took his phone it was Same unknown number on both screens,a notification of a Video file downloading… Thumbnail: dark hallway, grainy night vision it was A Video of me walking naked to his room five minutes ago, USB swinging between my tits.His arm tightens around me like steel “How?” I whispered in fear ,He was already typing with one thumb, his face had gone pale Who the fuck is this?Julian asked The reply is instant the unknown number sent another message “Pretty show Want it gone? $50k by tomorrow night the text demanded More videos coming Another file starts downloading. This one from the laundry room la

Chapter 45 Camille's point of view Five screens glowed on the wall of Victoria's private office, each displaying a different fashion blog. The headline on Fashion Insider screamed in bold type: "ROSE LEWIS: FASHION'S FEMME FATALE?" Below it, a grainy but unmistakable photo showed Rose entering a London hotel with Jonathan Hayes, her mentor's husband. Victoria and I sat side by side at her conference table, watching the story unfold in real time. The digital clock on her desk showed 9:07 AM. The story had been live for exactly twelve minutes, and already the view counter showed over three thousand clicks.

Reality—the bed he shared with his wife, the photographs on the nightstand, the absolute and crushing truth of what they were about to do—hovered between them, a ghost of consequences. Júlia moved first. Her fingers, still black with charcoal, went to the buttons of her apron. She undid them with trembling but determined movements and let the heavy canvas piece fall to the floor with a dull thud. Then she grasped the hem of her loose T-shirt and pulled it over her head. There was no subtlety, no calculated seduction. It was the undressing of a worker at the end of the day, but infinitely more charged. The simple black bra supported her full breasts. The skin of her torso was paler, smoother

Her blouse was unbuttoned and Julia was fondling passionately with her boobs, bringing it out of its closet. Her skirt was drawn up to her ass. They were going to do it snappy on Julia's sofa when the President walked in. Even her panties were removed and thrown on the floor. The sight was too embarrassing. Xixi hid her face and buried it on Julia's chest. Her life has come to a ruin that day. The President has seen her nudity. She had messed up and she doesn't know where to put her face in the company in the future. Julia couldn't get up as well. The two people were stuck up together. Junxie Li is his elder brother but his anger, he can't withstand.