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Leila stopped walking. Read it again. He regrets. Her phone buzzed again. Another alert. Then another. The story was spreading in real time, outlet to outlet, the way things did when someone with inside access decided to talk. Someone had leaked it. Not the pregnancy itself, that was still framed as unconfirmed. But Adrian's knowledge of it. The rights he'd signed away. The regret. Someone inside Blue Moon Pack had just handed the media a story about her child. Leila's hand tightened around the phone.

BREAKING NEWS: SECRET LOVECHILD OF JULIA ANDERSON FOUND. My heart dropped. There it was. My picture plastered across every major morning news show. And below it? A headline that nearly stopped my heart: "Nicholas Beaumont, Billionaire CEO, Expecting Child with Julia's Daughter!" Oh no. No, no, no. Nicholas sat up, eyes glued to the screen. His expression shifted from sleepy to furious in less than a second. "Who the hell leaked this?" I shot up from bed, shaking. "My mom doesn't even know I told you. Nicholas, this isn't just a leak. This is a bomb. Someone timed this."

I’m just happy that the public is starting to see the issue for what it really is! “Shit! Shit!” I hissed loudly as I finally watched Novan’s live video. This pathetic liar!. Damon had never even seen underneath my clothes to begin with, I know for a fact that mom has a hand in this, how could she let this happen, this was bad PR for our company, yet she still let it get out, how far would she actually go to see me ruined. I exhaled deeply and got up from the rock I was sitting on. Neither Mom nor Novan is going to be getting it easy from me this time around, I think I’ve been quite relaxed and it’s time I changed that.

"What is going on here?" "No, you tell me what is going on!" I shot at her. "Isn't this the cheating man who messed around on the day he engaged your daughter? What's he doing here?" Nathan scoffed, "If that is the narrative you want, why don't we talk about you whose—" "Nudes are leaked on the internet?" I cut in. "You need to try harder than bringing up something I am not ashamed of." "Enough!" Sia's mother yelled. "Nicholas? Where is my daughter?"

Her breath caught, and for a moment neither of us said anything at all, the threat on my phone and the danger still circling somewhere outside these walls fading into something distant and manageable compared to the weight of what had just been said out loud between us. I might have kissed her then, might have let the moment carry us somewhere neither of us was fully braced for, if my phone hadn't buzzed again against the table, sharp and insistent in the quiet room. Both of us flinched toward it at the same time. It wasn't the unknown number this time. It was my mother, and beneath her name, the preview of a message that made my stomach drop all over again. Jonathan, call me the second you

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I secretly touched my stomach under the desk. "A single miscalculation can cause the whole foundation to crumble." He was right. If he found out the truth, everything would collapse. So no matter how painful this distance was, I chose to stay strong even though I desperately wanted to tell him he was the father. But it would only cause chaos, so it was better to keep it a secret from him. When class ended, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. I quickly packed my things and was the first to leave the room. I didn't want to get caught under his judging gaze.

I bought a house, got a cat, learned to invest, and finally bought the clothes I liked. I thought I had completely cut myself off from my family. However, ten years later, an unknown number shattered my peace. "Emily, it's me, Arnold. Mom had a stroke and is still in the ICU. The doctor says we need a hundred thousand dollars. Emily, you know I'm not working, and Mom put all the family's savings into some investment that went bust." "I see," I replied flatly. "'I see'? That's all you have to say? She's our mother! Do you have any conscience at all?"

The words didn’t make sense at first, the way words sometimes didn’t when they arrived too fast and too wrong at the same time. “Milly, are you there?” Nancy’s voice was tinny through the speaker. “Say something.” “I’m here.” “Someone leaked documents overnight. Adoption records, they’re saying, sealed ones. It’s everywhere. Every outlet has it now.” Declan was already off the bed, phone pressed to his ear, voice low and clipped. “Adrian, I need everything pulled together in the next ten minutes. Who leaked it, where it originated, all of it.” I sat frozen on the edge of the mattress, the television playing without sound now because I couldn’t stand to hear the anchor’s voice explaining my o

“Delete that right now. That’s private.” “Private?” Damien laughed. “You’re selling your naked pics to random dudes online and you think it’s private? I’ve got screenshots of everything. The chats where you beg for tips. The videos of you riding that toy moaning like a cheap whore. Even the one where you call yourself ‘Daddy’s little cumslut.’” “Damien, please…” Her voice crackled. “If Mom sees that she’ll kick me out. I’ll lose everything.” He stood up slowly, towering over her. “Then you better start listening real fucking good.”