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I spat, my voice hoarse from the pain radiating through my ribs. He crouched down, bringing his face level with mine. The light caught his face now, and I recognized him, not from meeting him before, but from the news, the grainy videos, the headlines. He is Zane, the guy Lisa had sent his photo with Christine. The man at the center of the scandal that had rocked Harrington Enterprises, the one whose leaked video had set the internet on edge. His lips curled into a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Those were cold.

“Let her leak it. And while the world watches me burn… we are going to watch her bleed. I will make sure of that.” ******** Three days later, the video dropped. Every screen, every feed and every social media account that ever had my name. A two-minute grainy video of me and Luca, half-naked and Kissing. A bedroom I didn’t recognize — but a body they did. //“Leaked: Ariana Cole’s secret affair exposed.”// The internet did what it does best. It devoured me. Tweets. Articles. Reels even Clickbait. “Wife of Neurosurgeon caught cheating on camera.”

And when she saw I’m already searching for her name on the site that she mentioned and then her Channel, profiles comes up, so does all of her provocative photos, and her video stream archives, on top of that the first picture that pop on my phone, were her profile picture, in that picture she was topless laying on the bed with her haired sprawled and she were covering nipple with both of her hand, on each gaps of her hand her flesh mounds were spilling all over, showing just how generous her chest was, and the lower parts of her body were only covered with a see through blankets. “...Oh….that is interesting picture…you..looks…beautiful in this…Ahem!..there…I follow you there…on both Gram an

With his broad hands he unhooked her bra and threw it on the floor. Lisa bit her lips which was luscious to eyes. A small moan escaped from her brown lips when Damien bit hard on her nipples. "Ahhh...!!!" Celestine screamed and stood up covering her eyes. It was same as watching porn movie. "Fuck!!!" Damien cursed and left Lisa who was breathing heavily. "We can continue. Den is there to help her." Lisa said unhappily. "I am not in mood." Damien left fuming Lisa naked on bed. "Fuck you Celestine" she cursed her.

“Look at the news!” When I heard this, I quickly opened the browser on my phone. As soon as I opened the browser, all I noticed was a notification of the news about Kester and the female celebrities. Fire risk, tax evasion risk, intimate photos, and so on. There were all kinds of scandals about Kester. “How did this happen?” “I don’t know. Just last night, all these scandals were exposed online! Now, Starlight Media has been a close down.” When I heard this, I was even more shocked.

Check the news, NOW. I read the text, puzzled at what my sister was so eager for me to see. I clicked the link she sent, with shivers running down my spine. I was shocked when my eyes caught Susan in a gossip blog, committing sexual acts in an explicit video. The blog post title stated: ‘Socialite, Susan Ash, seen in sex tape leak.’ My eyes widened in shock as the video played. The guy’s face was blurred out but hers was very visible. The internet was on fire.

” Kirsten gave up and Trevor’s greasy and fat body pressed her. I was worried that the camera might not work and took out my phone to record. Then, Kirsten’s clothes were taken off and the two on the bed became naked. I blushed. I seemed to have forgotten that a man was beside me. I looked at Rene in panic, only to find out that he didn’t pay attention. He fiddled with a red dress and didn’t care about the affair outside. I relieved. I managed to capture Trevor’s face so that he could not deny it.

Krista exclaimed in well-acted shock. "Just some pictures I had laying around. I thought maybe it was time they saw the light of day." I reached down to the pile of pictures at Donna's feet, pulling out a truly damning picture. In it Donna was leaning back in a hot-tub, her arms stretched across the back, eyes closed. Her breasts were well up out of the water, and her nipples were clearly hard. Krista was standing between her legs, and leaning towards her, naked as the day she was born, her delicious ass just hovering at the top of the water.

CNN: “SEX RING LINKED TO BILLIONAIRE DAMIAN CARTER—47TB LEAK SHOWS YEARS OF ABUSE” BBC: “VICTIMS ARE MODELS, RICH KIDS, RUNAWAYS—WORLD AUCTION SYSTEM BROKEN” Vice: “THE GHOST STAR WHO TOOK DOWN THE CARTERS” My face—from the pool, water on lips, eyes wide after everything—was on screens everywhere, from New York to Tokyo. I looked like a story. Like a danger sign. I shut the laptop. The radiator made noise. A siren passed outside, lights flashing red-blue on the alley, then gone.

A headline screaming across the top of a gossip blog: Billionaire Noah Frost Spotted on Secret Getaway With Mystery Woman #WhoIsShe #FrostAffair #MysteryGirl Pictures. Pictures of me. On the balcony. In his shirt. Laughing. His arms around me. My throat closed. “Dawn…” My voice cracked. “Baby, breathe,” she whispered. “Just breathe.” “But how—how did they get these photos?” I whispered, panic slamming into my chest like a truck. “The island is private.” “Someone leaked it. Someone sold it. This happens with big names.” My eyes filled. “Oh God. Dawn, I look—I look like—like some secret side chick.”