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“After Morgan went dark, I thought it was over. But then I saw the broadcast. And the files. You lit a fire.” “We didn’t light it,” Anaïs said. “We just refused to put it out.” Rhys smiled, weary but real. “Then you’re going to want to see this.” He turned to the largest monitor, tapped a few keys. Images appeared—news feeds, rallies, resignations. Testimonies from survivors. Journalists not bound by corporate contracts. One feed showed a hearing in progress. A senator grilling a trembling exec whose name Anaïs had memorized like a wound.

Tarquin unintentionally said and received a different gaze from her, a little soft. "Get to work!" He gripped her head tighter, making her wince. He released her hair and walked away out of the kitchen. "Oh my God" Ivy touched her hair with one and with the other, covered her lips to prevent a sob from escaping her lips. **** Morgan woke up in the hotel room with a terrible hangover. The worst part was that she woke up naked and worn out. She knew that she had definitely been fucked but the man wasn't beside her or even left a single piece of information of himself.

Judge Halloway thundered, but the dam had burst, and there was no way of saving the waterfall coming. "I have the ledger here," Morgan continued, her voice rising over his shouts, fueled by a lifetime of being his second-best pawn. "I stole it on the night of the engagement before everything went downhill. It contains the video logs of the basement. It contains the wire transfers to the medical board. It’s all there. He thought I deleted the copy with me after I gave it to him…..I did, but because I knew where he kept the other copy, and the fact that he underestimated me.” She turns to Armando. “You killed my mother, Armando. You deserve the hell you’re headed into.”

Because after everything— After the chaos, the pressure, the scandal— He was still choosing her openly. Still standing beside her. Still refusing to let go. A sudden notification sound interrupted the moment. Lucas glanced at his tablet again before groaning quietly. “It keeps getting worse.” Alexander looked up sharply. “What now?” Lucas hesitated. Then— “Someone leaked old photos of Amara from her social media.” Amara froze instantly. “What?” Lucas looked uncomfortable now. “People are reposting them everywhere.” Her stomach dropped painfully. The internet digging through her personal life suddenly felt deeply violating.

I took a deep breath, as if I was trying to push down the wave of inexplicable panic in my chest. After I double-clicked, the folder opened. The first thing I saw was an intimate photo of Zane with a woman I didn't recognize. All the blood in my veins seemed to have turned to ice. It felt like a bolt of lightning had struck me, the shock reverberating through all my organs and bones. One by one, I scrolled through the photos. Each of them seemed to mock me for the lies I had told myself. Zane had cheated, yet I had been blissfully wrapped up in the joy of becoming his bride. It was pathetically ridiculous.

“No. NO.” “Two—someone stole a gallery photo of me.” “You are the drama,” she whispered reverently. “Three—Emily hooked up with a photographer who is now very… relevant.” “Oh, my God, it’s like Gossip Girl: European Edition.” “Four—Emily’s nudes got leaked.” Annalise let out an actual shriek. “I saw that! I thought it was a deepfake! Is she okay?!” “She is,” I said, smiling faintly. “Because five—we did a nude shoot in a vineyard to reclaim her image.”

Each page I touched felt like a heartbeat, like another ghost whispering in the dark. But then I froze. One file, heavier than the rest. A photo clipped inside. Morgan. Bound, beaten, but alive. I swallowed a sob and shoved it into the case. “He’s alive,” I whispered into the comm. “He’s alive.” The team moved faster. We loaded everything we could carry. Liam initiated the wipe sequence, firewalls crumbling under his assault. Sparks showered as servers overheated, burning years of corruption into nothing. But then the alarms screamed.

She continued, still holding the rails. "The pènis pictures, you sent them" Pearl muttered. "Pictures? I sent you just one dîck picture last week, hoping you'd get triggered and die" Lizzy replied, and Morgan took off her shoes, throwing them angrily at her. "Shame on you Lizzy Greene! Shame on your fuçking ass! I regret ever meeting you... you're sick!!" Morgan shouted painfully. "This is over" Roonie's voice said, and he climbed the bridge with the guys including Rook.

Morgan raised his eyebrows slightly, and a faint voice came out from his thin lips, but he had an indescribable majesty. In Spain, few people dared to provoke Morgan Blackstorm, let alone break into his room and spy on his privacy. If they don't go, it's hard for them to stay and wait to die! "Wait a minute!" The cool voice stopped the group of birds and beasts scattered. "Leave your cameras and mobile phones." Morgan will naturally not allow these photos to flow out. Even if 10,000 percent of them are unwilling, they have to do it honestly. The camera and mobile phone were placed on the table without falling to the ground, and then they were allowed to leave the room one by one.

"He’s going to be okay, Mom. They’re going to rescue him." Morgana wiped her cheeks and nodded, though her expression remained strained. The live stream continued, showing shadowy figures entering what looked like an underground room. The grainy footage became more erratic as the camera jolted, following their movements. Suddenly, the sharp crack of gunfire shattered the tense silence. Chaos erupted on the screen, making my heart jump—shouts, flashes of light, and the sound of hurried footsteps echoing through the darkened space. For a fleeting moment, the camera caught sight of a man who looked like Lennon. He was being pulled forward, his face pale and strained, before the view jerked wild