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Then it kept going. Tyler. His name appeared in the third message and by the fifth I was sitting straight up in bed with my heart beating somewhere in my throat. Sex tape. Video. Ten million dollars. The words arranged themselves into a shape I recognized immediately and viscerally because I remembered the night it was filmed, remembered thinking it would never matter, remembered the specific stupid confidence of someone who believed consequences were for other people. My face was in that video. My face that Moon was currently wearing. If Tyler released it, it would be Moon's reputation destroyed. Moon's name. Moon living as me, Moon in the O'Brien house, Moon sitting next to Cillian at dinn

--- *DAY 793: 4:00 AM - THE TRANSFER* Bitcoin wallet opened. 25 Million. Send. Screen: `SENDING...` `CONFIRMED` 2 seconds later. Kira: "Got him. IP: Zurich. Server farm." Damian: "Send the team." --- *DAY 793: 5:00 AM - THE FIFTH EMAIL* `Payment received.` `Deleting files...` `JK. Uploading now.` `Link: ghostleaks.dark` Everything went public. T*****r exploded. News: `COLE FAMILY PRIVATE VIDEOS LEAKED`

“Stay close to him tonight. I don’t trust this city.” A tech reporter, all slick hair and clipboard, approached. “Kayla Reed, right?” he said, his pen poised. “TMZ’s still buzzing about that ultrasound leak (September 2027). Care to comment?” My heart skipped, but I forced a laugh, echoing the press tour (November 2027). “Old news, fabricated drama,” I said, my voice steady. “Nexus is the story tonight.” He smirked, jotting notes. “Fans on X aren’t buying it. They’re saying, ‘Kayla’s baby’s real!’” I shrugged, my smile tight. “Let them talk.” He wandered off, but his words stung, Elise’s shadow looming—her ultrasound leak, her gala taunt. Was she here, watching?

Maxwell disconnected the call and reached for his system. He had just opened the tracking section when the visuals on the TV changed and a chirpy reporter announced that there was an impromptu press conference from ReyDexter LLC. The name was what caught Maxwell’s attention, and he turned swiftly to face the TV. The distance did nothing to reduce the reaction she always caused in his body. There she stood, all poised and professional. Anyone looking at her would never believe that she was the woman whose sex tape had just been released for all of Tom, Dick, and Harry to watch.

I was terrified of the unknown. “Kaiden, what are you protecting me from? Just let me know. Tell me!” Suddenly, he walked towards me, as he closed the distance that separated us. He raised my head with his firm hand, and I sent an electrifying feeling down my spine. “Rory, you have to understand that you're an embodiment of a mystery, and the part of you is a secret, and will always remain. However, the rumors of your rejection, which have escalated throughout the town, are all connected to the deep secrets."

Celebrating her disappearance. Celebrating the “trash” being taken out. His words. Not hers. Upstairs, Mario raised a glass, surrounded by fake smiles and thirsty influencers. “To freedom,” he laughed, “and good riddance to the bitch who thought she could trap me.” The crowd howled with laughter. And then it happened. The giant screen behind him flickered. A new video popped up—raw, unfiltered. Mario. Selling classified codes. Leaking private data. Laundering stolen crypto.

Jax reached for the phone groggily, squinting against the early light slanting through the blinds. He opened the Stormbreakers internal group chat first. **Tyler:** HOLY SHIT. HARLS. CHECK X RIGHT NOW. **Reyes:** Someone posted pics. Clinic hallway. Tunnel footage. You and Kane. **Tyler:** It’s everywhere. They’re calling it “rival mates scandal.” Trending #1 in hockey. **Anonymous:** League already leaking probation details. Suspension talks starting. Jax sat up fast. Sheets pooled around his hips. Ronan stirred, blinking awake, voice thick with sleep.

Her pussy got, impossibly, even tighter. "But you can't cum," Lexi said, a teasing little grin on her lips. "Cause if you cum then your brother's going to cum. In your unprotected pussy. He'll fill you full of incest babies. You can't do that." "Want. It. Need. It." Molly said. "Are you sure?" Lexi asked, "You sure you want to cum on your brother's cock like a slut?" Molly nodded her head. Austin swore he saw a tear leak out of her eyes. "Please..." It came out as a sob. Molly started to shake uncontrollably. Not little trembles but full on seizures. Up her legs and down her arms.

Rex winked at me and mind his business. What was Rex saying, I was about to text Antonio when his message came in, “I got a call from the caller, he wants you to prepare yourself to kill Jaylen, he will tell you how and when but Kylie in the meantime please be careful, Jaylen sent someone to look into you and we think there is a mole in the industry.” I slowly looked at Rex, what did he find out? A mole in the industry? My shaking hands texted Antonio, “I will call you when I'm free,” I sent it and deleted all the messages for myself.

“The stock dump from the fake scandal will make the buy-in cheap. We’re already staging the third-party purchase.” Veronica raised a brow. “And Celeste?” “Soon to be a relic.” But as the words left his mouth, his assistant rushed in, breathless. “Miss Hale, tthere’s something you should see.” On the giant screen, a new headline was rising fast across every entertainment outlet: BREAKING: Celeste Laurent Releases Never-Before-Seen Memo on Shelved Indie Project – Accepts Responsibility, Calls for Industry Transparency Veronica’s smile faded. “She beat us to it,” Bradley whispered. “She leaked the real memo herself.”