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Nelly growled, crossing her arms. “Ever since your sex tape with Lucien was leaked by him who swore he didn’t kiss and tell–you’ve become calm and lame as hell. I miss the old Doris who stirred chaos, who fights for what’s wrong and right sometimes, the yapper Doris.” “There’s literally no difference between you and that blonde bitch—Diana—and it’s embarrassing to us.” “My nude got leaked on I*******m and every other popular platform that I’m well-known by Zane — my ex — and I didn’t even overreact the way you are. So why the hell are you acting like it’s the end of the world?

“How much?” “Enough. The audio is muffled but you can clearly hear her calling you Daddy. The spanking. The sex. It’s already trending. ‘Voss’s Secret BDSM Baby Mama’ is number one worldwide.” I felt sick. The room spun. Those intimate, sacred moments — my surrender, my pleasure, my vulnerability — were now public entertainment. Damien pulled me tighter against him, but his body was rigid with rage. “Find out who leaked it,” he said coldly. “I want them destroyed by morning. Pull every favor. Crash every site hosting it if you have to.”

“I’ve been such a slut in my head, Lucas. Fantasizing about strange men running a train on me. Four big cocks stretching my pussy, ass, and throat while I scream like a whore. Would you like that? Seeing your wife get turned into a cum-covered mess?” I was lost in it now—bobbing my head frantically, slurping and gagging, my fingers frantically rubbing my clit under the lingerie. My heavy tits bounced with every movement. I didn’t notice that in my lust-drunk haze, instead of hitting record… I had accidentally started a live stream to my social media. Every filthy moan, every wet suck, every depraved word I spoke was being broadcast live to hundreds of people—supporters, donors, journalists,

Nelly growled, crossing her arms. “Ever since your sex tape with Lucien was leaked by him who swore he didn’t kiss and tell–you’ve become calm and lame as hell. I miss the old Doris who stirred chaos, who fights for what’s wrong and right sometimes, the yapper Doris.” “There’s literally no difference between you and that blonde bitch—Diana—and it’s embarrassing to us.” “My nude got leaked on I*******m and every other popular platform that I’m well-known by Zane — my ex — and I didn’t even overreact the way you are. So why the hell are you acting like it’s the end of the world?

Three hundred thousand people across the internet stared at the screen as the loading bar finally reached the end. However, what appeared was not a screenshot of chat records. Instead, it was a crystal-clear hidden camera recording, showing the interior of a private room in a lavish nightclub. Matthias held a glass of liquor in his left hand, his right arm wrapped around a heavily made-up middle-aged woman. It was none other than Melissa Lowell, the top donor from his livestream. Matthias buried his face into her neck and kissed her hard. Then he lifted his head and laughed, his face full of contempt.

Yet here they were, shouting like they had watched it happen with their own eyes. Lydia's lips curled into a cruel smile. “Sister You look confused,” she said mockingly. “Well, let me tell you” She lifted her phone lazily, as if savoring the moment. With an exaggerated gasp, Lydia tapped the screen and began reading aloud, her voice dripping with fake shock. ****“‘D-list celebrity Aurora Valenmoor caught in bed with an unknown man : explicit photos leaked.’”**** The words hit Aurora like a blow.Her blood ran cold.

But I pull it out anyway. The notification stops me dead. Live Stream: DirtyGirl69 is online. I click it. The app loads. And there, in the middle of my fucking bed, is Davina. On live stream. For guys. In my room. The bar erupts in laughter as the guys crowd around, seeing her on the screen, smirking like she owns the place. She’s untied the rope, blindfold gone, latte in one hand, waving at the camera like she’s the queen of chaos.

When the lab's findings hit the livestream, the chat detonated. [The video is fake! Wendy was lying!] [So the wound on her belly is fake too! She was never pregnant!] [We got played. Wendy, you horrible woman!] [I was just cursing at May… I was cursing at a dead woman…] There was no blood left in Wendy's face. She watched the chat she had whipped into a frenzy turn on her one comment at a time. Her lips were shaking. "That isn't… That isn't what happened." She turned to Tristan.

Headlines, group chats, social media feeds—all screaming the same thing: “Old Intimate Video of Liora and Noah Anderson Leaked Online.” Liora froze. Her hand trembled as she tapped one of the links. “New Scandal: Leaked BDSM Video of Noah Anderson and Liora Wrenford.” “Is This Proof Liora Isn’t the Pure Woman She Claims to Be?” She scrolled through the comments, each one a knife to her chest. “No wonder Xavier chose her, she’s clearly experienced.” “How could the wife of a Wrenford have such a filthy past?” “This video is beyond disgraceful.”

“She posted them! She actually posted them!” “Posted what?” I asked. “My nudes, Julian!” he wept. “The private photos! Everyone has seen them! The whole continent is looking at them right now!” My thumb moved on instinct. I swiped out of the livestream and opened Penelope’s official profile. The page loaded instantly. There it was. Pinned right to the very top of her public feed. It was a photo so raw, so exposing, it could end a werewolf’s social standing in less than five seconds.