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It was pathetically ridiculous. I didn't know how long I sat there, paralyzed, before I finally calmed down. The first thing I did was to unlock my phone and book a flight to Portia for seven days from now. Portia was the city of my dreams, which I had given up just to stay by Zane's side. Now, I was going to pick up my brush again and chase the art dream I had put on hold for love for far too long. Next, I zipped the sordid photos from the laptop and sent them to my best friend, Renee Jones. Her call came through almost instantly, and her voice was full of shock and fury.

Every word spoken on television, a distorted echo of who I am supposed to be. A manipulator. An ambition masked behind a black suit. The “reason” two powerful men lost their cool. And now… worse still. I look at the article. The one Cassandre “leaked.” They start off slowly, at first. Just insinuations. “According to our sources, Miss Lyra, the personal assistant of Mr. Lucas, may have concealed a troubling episode from her professional past…” Then, lower down: “Ambiguous links with a former client, allegations of information manipulation, a reputation for rapid and discreet ascent… too discreet to be innocent.”

My heart hammered wildly, feeling as though it stopped beating entirely the moment I saw the image displayed there. It was the silhouette photo of us inside the car last night, and it had now been widely circulated on a local online campus gossip portal with a highly incriminating headline. Before I could even process the sheer shock of it, an incoming call from Alexander filled my screen. I slid the green button with a hand that shook uncontrollably. "Selena, do not leave your campus building right now. Richard just leaked the photo to the public," Alexander's voice sounded incredibly cold and rigid on the other end of the line.

He spoke through them, each word measured. “Shameless. Everyone already knows you fucked Miguel Renard. Everyone has seen the leaked nudes with Lucas, my friend, the one who learned what happens when he touches what is mine. You drag that history into a restaurant and swing at the only people who still answered your messages. You make my name look like a brawl in a parking lot. Me? Kai Lennox?”

Playlist~Westlife- Written in the Stars Fernando's POV "Stop!" I yelled at her and she flinched from me frightened at my tone of voice. I sat up panting heavily like I just had a nightmare. Of course, it's a nightmare but that of reality. When Micaela started touching me, I loved it at first but gradually I became uncomfortable and flashbacks of that night I was raped came to mind and it knocked off the pleasure I was having completely. I couldn't keep faking I was enjoying her touch when I wasn't any more so I had to scold her to stop touching me.

Maira coaxed Celestine. "OK." Celestine accepted her fate. 'I don't have anyone for which I will save my virginity. My only family is Celi. And to save her I can do anything even if it is to sell out my body.' Celestine let out a quivering breath. "Maira where is my reward?" Lisa asked pouting her lips. "Your big dick is busy in fucking Jennet's pussy." Maira said and laughed. "He can have me at night." Lisa smirked.

Even Miranda, who grew up in California knew who that couple was. “Do you have any evidence to support that scandal, Kelly? It would only be a rumor if we don’t have any evidence,” I inquired hopefully. Kelly grinned at me and dotted something on her phone. A few seconds later when she presented a few photographs right in front of my face. It was Aerah with Finn Johnson, both naked and together on the same bed. She slid the photos several times to show me more pictures, making me smile even more. Gross. “Oh, I found a video, too. Geez, this is a sex scandal.”

"Collins? You see her?" "That’s not me," I whispered, my voice trembling with a cold, sharp rage. "Someone is wearing my skin." "I knew it!" Mike growled. "That guy in the video is a total pig. You have better taste than that." "Mike, can you trace the upload?" "It started on an offshore site. The account was nuked the second it went viral." "Is it bad in Mysticfall?" I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the Kingdom on my chest.

Another shows my shoulder exposed as he kissed my neck. Another—me half asleep against his chest, lips parted, unaware of the camera. I feel my throat close. My voice comes out as a scratch. “Where are they?” Ray unlocks the screen and turns it toward me. Trending page. Thousands of comments. Thousands of reposts. A headline flashes at the top: RAY VARGAS’ NEW MATE — LEAKED PRIVATE MOMENTS INSIDE LUXURY ICE HOTEL My stomach twists. The room tilts. “No,” I whisper. “No, no, no—”

“Talk.” “The video was uploaded through an encrypted server. But we traced the IP address that initially created it… back to an apartment in Mexico City.” “Whose apartment?” Miguel asked. “Ana Campos. Known associate of Tania Roberto. They’ve been best friends since university.” Miguel closed his eyes briefly. “Tania.” “She’s likely behind the leak,” the PI added. “But we don’t have direct proof yet. Ana’s name is all over the trail.” Miguel ended the call without saying another word.