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He swiped to the next site, his legs feeling weak and hollow beneath him. “MOORE HEIR’S DIRTY SECRET: Former Assistant Lauren Hill Carrying His Love Child – Sources Say She Seduced Him for Money.” They had scraped her social media. They had taken photos of her smiling and happy and twisted them into something ugly. The comments beneath her face were even more vile: “Look at that face. She’s a walking advertisement for how to bag a billionaire. Whore.” “Office mattress strikes again. Bet she slept her way to every promotion.” “Madison should sue the bitch. Pregnant homewreckers deserve nothing.”

My skin still carried the faint marks from the night before, hidden beneath makeup and strategic lighting, but I could feel the dried cum from Ryan, Kai, Marcus, and Tyler on my inner thighs, a secret reminder of how thoroughly I had been used. The crowd screamed Ryan’s name. Paparazzi surged forward, microphones thrust toward us. “Ryan! Who is she?” “Is this your new girlfriend?” “Any comment on the leaked photos from your mansion?” Ryan smiled his million-dollar smile, his hand firm on my lower back. “This is Lila Bennett. She’s… very special to me.” The interview segment began. A famous entertainment reporter shoved a microphone in my face, her eyes sharp. “Lila, there are rumors swirling

He stormed out, slamming the office door behind him. --- At Tide Holdings, Lana stepped out of the restroom, smoothing her skirt. A colleague hurried over, her eyes wide. “Lana! Have you seen the news? You’re trending. Like, everywhere.” Lana blinked. “What? Why?” “It’s all linked to Isaac Griffin. The speculation is insane. Here, look.” The woman thrust her phone into Lana’s hands.

Later that afternoon, she was sketching near the window when her phone buzzed. A name she hadn’t expected. Jeremy Sloan. Zane’s PR head. She answered. “Hello?” “Miss Hart,” he said, voice smooth. “I hope I’m not interrupting.” “What do you need?” “I wanted to alert you. There’s a media leak.” Lena sat up. “What kind of leak?” “Photos. From last night’s event. You and Mr. Caldwell on the balcony. Intimate positioning. A few media outlets are speculating you’ve secretly married.”

"Jean Mitchell, don't think that everyone is a slut like you. Show me the proof if you can!" The next second, Jenny turned on the projector in the meeting room. A picture of a naked Lorraine Hill and Willie Castillo hugging together, appeared on the huge screen. Jean shrugged. "There. There’s the proof you wanted."

Cindy laughed out loud mockingly. “Then give us two minutes to do so.” And just when Cassandra ended the call and gave Grace the phone, Grace typed some stuff, and before you knew it, she dropped the video too. “She is a bitch! Bitches, I mean!” Grace said and heaved a sigh; immediately she had dropped the video, to the surprise of Cassandra. “Love, you really uploaded those videos?” Cassandra asked; she was also surprised. Because damn! It was disgusting. It will really cause a lot In the internet, it will be termed as leaking nudes and sex tapes of sluts who were having an affair with the famous Alpha, Alpha Nelson, even for the fact that he was married.

Liana and Rosaline's scandal spread like wildfire online. Jasper and Liana's engagement news was no longer the top trending topic. It was replaced by hashtags like #LianaGardnersDaughter and #RosalineKirkmanContractKilling. The footage of the dumpster fire at the party had been leaked. Liana was shown screaming hysterically in the videos. The dress slip incident and her half-naked body were captured as well in what was a ridiculous soap opera that went viral online.

Around us, the crew members began whispering, their faces full of disdain. "Seriously? Rachel's so stunning, and he still cheated? The videos are everywhere, and he still has the nerve to slander her? Disgusting." Connor froze. "What did you say? What videos?" He fumbled for his phone and opened the trending list. The moment his eyes landed on the top one, his entire body went rigid. A dozen of his and Lindsey's private, intimate videos were leaked, flooding the headlines. Even with strategic blurring and censoring, their faces were unmistakable—both lost in the throes of passion.

Laline Kanna talked non-stop. Moments later, Anne Jenner opened F******k. Found the two latest hot searches, which are the most eye-catching. # boss Soul photo show proof # To be more convincing, Edward Mitchell also used a F******k account with traces. She didn't press the button, just asked Laline Kanna, "When are you coming back?" Laline Kanna went abroad to participate in a fashion show. Laline Kanna laughed, "I'll be back soon, maybe I can celebrate Tet with you."

In fact, she almost forgot about Johnny if Lana hadn't brought him up. Natalie frowned as she listened patiently to what Lana had to say. "I'm his fiancée." Lana's eyes slowly turned cold. "You do remember what you've done to him, don't you?" "What have I done to him?" Natalie was perplexed. Henry furrowed his eyebrows. He had heard the name "Johnny Hill" somewhere, but he couldn't recall. "Don't play dumb with me! Johnny might have said something that offended you at the charity gala, but you didn't need to push him over the edge!" Lana stared at Natalie, agitated.