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Chapter 52: Public Reckoning The video leak turned the art world into a feeding frenzy by sunrise. By 7 a.m., the explicit 47-second clip of me riding Damien on the spa massage table had been screenshotted, mirrored, and shared across dozens of private industry groups. By 8 a.m., it had broken out onto mainstream gossip sites with headlines screaming “Billionaire Damien Blackwood Caught in Steamy Video with Young Curator Kira Holt.” By 9 a.m., it was trending on X with hashtags like #SugarDaddyCurator, #BlackwoodExposed, and #MeridianScandal.

my grasp slipped, colour draining from my face. “No way…” I blurted. He scoffed at me. “Then check it yourself…” he didn't need to say it twice. My hand quickly searched my bag for my phone. As soon as the screen was unlocked, multiple notifications started pouring in, one after the other. Several calls from Alaric, Rebecca, and Rhys. My hands were already shaking. Then on the trending list: #Sinclair's Secret Mistress was the number one trend. It all started from a grainy picture of me and Sinclair taken last night from a distance. In the picture, Sinclair could be clearly seen clinging to me. My face wasn't hidden.

Misty's eyes darted to her phone, and she quickly excused herself to make a call. "Lexi, oh my god, I need your help," Misty whispered into the phone. "Someone leaked a video of me, and now I'm fucked. I'm sure you've seen it already. I could only be one you guys who did this. But I know it wasn't Savannah - she worships me." Lexi's voice was calm on the other end of the line. "Misty, slow down. Let's think this through. Who else could have done this?"

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They seemed to struggle with the notion that their idol might be older than expected. Among the photos of Michelle and Lizzy eating cake, some recognized the profile of a man who looked suspiciously like the current CEO of the Ye Corporation. It just so happened that "Mizzy" was a prominent writer on "ScribeSphere," a platform under the umbrella of the Ye Group. Additionally, the rights for Mizzy's latest work had been sold to "GreenMango Comics," another venture owned by the Ye Group. Even her initial rise to fame, through the live stream of the "Star Path" game project, was associated with "NexRealm Studios," yet another subsidiary of the Ye Group. It was all rather intriguing.

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My lip curls under my teeth, and I find myself settling into Cassian's seat and reaching for his laptop. If he's right, and Jason didn't post the videos, then why hasn't he reached out? And why do I feel Cassian's excitement growing with each click of the keyboard? True to his words, there is no scandal. No articles of the young assistant who has an interesting past life, no blogs or call outs. The streets of Onlyfans stay quiet, and it stills my heart. My eyelids flutter shut, but they snap open again, and now I have a new problem.

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