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The warm, bubbling water felt like heaven but it was doing nothing to clear my mind and the amazing sex I just had. Just as I stretched in there, the bathroom door creaked open and Morgan walked in. My mouth flew open. "What are you—" I got interrupted by him pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his sculpted shoulders, broad chest, and those killer abs I’ve been dreaming about. He took off his jeans and at that moment, I gasped. "Morgan, what are you—" "Doing?" He asked. "I'm about to take a bath." Shit.

I try to explain and rightly so, "I'm just worried because he's your brother and on the other hand I also idolize his works." My love for Noisjy a.k.a Noah Morgan, just for admiration and love for his music. I don't really care about who Noisjy is. Even if he didn't do a 'face reveal' and even if he did but it turned out that he had a face full of wounds, I would still like his works. I saw Leo avert his eyes from me, before he finally said, "He'll be fine." "..." "After all, he's still the son of the Morgan family," Leo said in a stern tone, "It is very impossible that someone would dare to involve Noah in a matter like human trafficking."

Before she could sputter a protest, the stripper had them over her head and tossed them on the floor. “If you’ll point me to a bathroom, I can undress—” Alyssa ignored her and plucked at the front clasp of her lacy white bra. With a drag and a tug, it was gone…and Morgan stood nude from the waist up before a total stranger. Alyssa studied Morgan’s breasts, lifting one in her hand to test its weight. “We can work with these.” Morgan tensed, resisting the urge to cover herself like a self-conscious seventh grader in a locker room. “What are you doing?”

Tweets, posts, and videos flooded social media, accompanied by scathing remarks from users. Morgan’s phone would not stop ringing. Calls from business associates, partners, even distant relatives came through, all expressing shock and outrage. The media joined in, reporting: [Scandal of the Renowned Tycoon: Morgan Alexander’s Dark Side Exposed in Controversy with Five Women, Intimate Video Leaked] Morgan, who had returned home after several hours of drinking, remained oblivious. His personal assistant rushed in to tell him what had happened. “Sir, you really shouldn’t have let this happen. Who on earth leaked the intimate video of you with five women?” asked the assistant, showing him how hi

"Come in." With permission granted, I pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing me, Beta Morgan appeared somewhat surprised, not expecting me to come to him voluntarily. "Oh, Zoe, it's you! What brings you here?" He feigned ease, but his restless hands betrayed his anxiety. I didn't speak but went straight to him and handed him my phone with the dark post and nude photos of me. "Someone is spreading rumors and nude photos of me," I said. "This is..." He was somewhat flustered, and then his pupils dilated, clearly guessing who the "someone" was. Nervously, he swallowed, "This is just too much."

“Do the honors.” Shawn slipped a USB from his pocket. “Better save this first. No telling if it’ll vanish.” He moved quickly. Keys clicked. Then the email opened. The room breathed in sharply as one. Photos filled the screen. Morgan, caught in a filthy brothel—not the sleek clubs we knew, but a low, stinking place. His trousers around his knees, women draped over him. In one frame, even a man. Everything exposed, spread deliberately. I swallowed hard. My throat was dry. God, no… And that was only the start.

Orders. Crimes buried and resurrected in a single recording. Most importantly, there were other videos of young girls being molested by the bastard. Lucien’s expression hardened with every passing second. Malrick folded his hands behind his back. “Ezreal leaked it this morning. Every network has it. The city council is in freefall.” Lucien stopped the video. “And you came here because…?” “Because there is more.” Malrick swiped. A photograph appeared. Ezreal was standing on a balcony. Beside him, a woman. Older. Composed. Her eyes unmistakably his.

“He swears he didn’t tell anyone. He even prepared the paperwork himself because we were afraid the information might leak.” Morgan leaned back slightly and gave a short, bitter laugh. “You know what this feels like?” he asked. Damien said nothing. “It feels like I went fishing,” Morgan said quietly. “I caught the biggest fish I’ve ever seen…” He paused, his jaw tightening. “…and just as I was pulling it in, it slipped right through my hands.” The silence between them grew heavy. “And now,” Morgan continued after a moment, “I’ve got a dead gang leader…”

"Because, I told you before. I believe that only certain people should live in this world and your mother wasn’t one of them. I mean, where does the Morgans' get around to provide free health if a person can't afford it? If they are poor, they are poor. And come on, she was dying either way. I just speed up the process." The video skipped to show how Cameron treated people, how abusive he was towards women and animals. It showed him as he slipped a pair of Gucci sunglasses in his pocket, then blamed it on the girl he was with at the time. The last video was of him asking me to commit a crime by robbing Jasper of his billions and giving it to him. I also made sure to add images of the fraud h

“Who is M?” Lucien’s jaw worked. He thought of many names—men who had worked in the background, people who’d blackmailed them, loyal soldiers who had eventually found compassion, traitors who had had second thoughts. But none of their monikers fit the single-letter sign-off. “Doctor Morgan?” Lucien suggested, and the way he said the name carried the memory of threats and payments that had made men bend. Doctor Morgan had been cornered once. He’d paid for information by paying in secrets. If he had betrayed someone now by sending this photograph… it meant the photograph was a currency more potent than coin.