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Because they couldn’t. Her eyes moved—slowly—across the table. Stopping. On Viona. “Miss Moreau.” Viona didn’t flinch. But her fingers tightened just slightly on her lap. “Yes?” she replied, her voice smooth. Enola’s lips curved faintly. Not a smile. Something colder. “Would you like to explain why funds from one of your private accounts were routed to a media agency two days before my photos were leaked?” Silence. The air changed instantly.

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.

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“I’ll quit. Just don’t tell Mom or anyone.” He laughs, low and dark. “Quit? Baby, I’m not letting my favorite pornstar disappear. You’re too good at this.” He stands up, towering over me, and grips my chin so I have to look at him. “From now on, you keep making content. But I get private shows. And when I want the real thing…” His thumb brushes my bottom lip. “You open this pretty mouth.” My stomach drops. “Kai, we can’t—” “Too late.” He pulls his phone out and shows me the screenshots. My face is almost visible in one frame. My username. Bank details linked to the account. “One message to Dad and you’re done. So be a good little slut and get on your knees.”

Which was why, at eleven o'clock on a Friday night, she was spread out on her bed with her laptop balanced on her nightstand, her hand between her legs, and Jude Brennan's I*******m open on her phone. Pathetic. She knew it was pathetic. She didn't care. The video on her laptop was filthy....some rough amateur thing she'd found on a site she'd never admit to visiting, a girl bent over a bathroom sink while a man fucked her from behind, his hand fisted in her hair. The girl was begging, and the man was telling her to shut up and take it, and Mara's fingers were buried inside herself, her thumb working her clit as she stared at Jude's most recent photo.

A panel in the wall—right behind the picture—slid open with a grinding of stone on stone. A woman stepped out. Sister Mara, 30, church clothes gone, naked except for a silver collar etched with Latin: “Peccavi”—I have sinned. Her body was a map of control: faint rope marks on her wrists, a tattoo of a snake coiled around her belly, nipples pierced with tiny silver rings. She held a fifth camera—digital and modern, live-streaming to a dark-web server. Behind her: a wall of screens, set into the stone, glowing with dozens of feeds.

Eloise’s POV The steam from Wayne’s shower hits the bathroom’s glass. The effect firmly masks his naked silhouette, exactly what I need because having his nudity in my phone is crossing the line. I’m in my nightie; a pair of pink spaghetti straps top that wraps tightly to my big tits, and barely gives me a chance to breathe, while the bottom is a pair of matching pink shorts, so tiny that the hem of it stops halfway down my bum cheeks. On second thought, I switch over to my OnlyFans site. No one gets to see it if it's saved in my draft, right? It always ends up wasted but the thrill of getting seen feels better than just recording.

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So he could sneak off and masturbate to a bunch of blonde whores who wouldn’t in a million years do the things they did in those videos to him. It got worse. As I was scrolling through his history, I saw that he’d spent time on Fans Only, where he paid for a premium subscription with a woman calling herself Alexa Villasario. I went into their messages, and saw that he’d also paid for “custom videos”, which were 30 second clips of her masturbating with a dildo and moaning his name. He’d also sent her pictures of his private parts for “dick ratings”. She called him daddy, and they literally had conversations about me, talking about how I drove him to her, and how he loved her with all of his h