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She really was thick-skinned for behaving in such an arrogant manner. The promotional photos were released quickly after they'd gotten the green light from Misty. With Henry's strong fanbase and the impact of the paid posters, to no surprise, they were topping the headlines in just a short while. "Er … am I seeing things? The female lead is Misty?" "This is so heavily photoshopped. I bet Misty's mom can't even recognize her. Previously she was involved in a charity fraud, and now she's shooting a movie? Just how shameless is she?"

BLOGGER’S OFFICE – NEXT MORNING The office was small but modern—glass partitions, whiteboards filled with scribbled names and arrows, phones ringing in intervals, and the faint buzz of multiple monitors running all at once. At the far end of the room, a young woman with sharp eyes and a short pixie cut—Adaora, better known as “GistGoddess” to the public—clicked open an encrypted email flagged as “Anonymous Submission – High Priority.” The subject line read: “THE KAREEM BABY SCANDAL – REAL FATHER EXPOSED.”

"The publisher is taking this new release very seriously. The platform already spent a lot on offline ads to build hype ahead of time," Samuel said, his expression grim. "I'm going to look into the leak. You need to figure out how you're going to handle this." After he left, I sat there and replayed everything from the beginning. Paige was obsessed with mystery novels. After she met Bryan, it was like a fan finally meeting her idol. She brought him into her videos, drove traffic to him, and kept feeding him opportunities until a guy who hadn't written anything worthwhile in years suddenly turned into a rising online personality.

"Where the hell did you get this?" I ask, shoving the tablet toward Alec's face. The screen is glowing with a shot of Sienna's profile, and it's making my blood pressure hit the ceiling. Alec clears his throat, looking a little too professional for the shit he's about to say. "Had to hack into a private OnlyFans account, sir. It wasn’t exactly easy. This thing has high-end encryption. It's not your average setup for a girl just looking for attention. But I got in."

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He had to rush back to livestream with his side chick! [Scumbag! He spends 240,000 dollars a day on a mistress while his girlfriend earned 130,000dollars over five years and handed it all to him!] Trending videos multiplied. Marketing accounts piled on. Anya's entire profile was unearthed and exposed piece by piece.

A soft gasp escaped my lips, barely audible. This is wrong. This is so wrong. This is your stepfather. Your mother’s husband. But my brain was foggy, drowning in lust and adrenaline and that dangerous thrill of doing something forbidden. I pulled my phone out with my other hand, unlocking it, opening the OnlyFans app. I knew exactly what I was doing. This was my job. I hit record.

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she stammered, eyes wide with panic. “Oh it is,” Ethan said calmly, pausing the video on a perfect shot of her squirting. “My quiet little stepsister is secretly a huge OnlyFans whore. How many subscribers do you have, June? Ten thousand? Twenty?” Mia looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her. Her hands were shaking in her lap. “Please delete that,” she whispered. “If Mom and Dad ever find out…” Ethan leaned closer, voice low. “I’m not going to tell them. But you’re going to do something for me first.”

I slid into the backseat, scrolling through I*******m absentmindedly, until I noticed the driver glancing at me in the rearview mirror. “Yo, why you staring?” I snapped. “I recognize you from an OnlyFans group. Your fan name is Jasmine, right?” he said casually. My heart froze. “How dare you? You’re classifying me as a slut?” “No… no, ma’am, not at all. But I’m very sure it’s you. I’m your biggest fan. I watch you when you livestream. I’m also your top gif—” “Can you shut the hell up?” I cut him off sharply.