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Marissa Jones, my fiancee, and William Chase, her childhood friend, disappeared into the ensuite bathroom. Everyone else in the room was thoroughly amused by the situation. They aimed their phones at the frosted glass of the bathroom to record what was happening. We were at a luxury clubhouse, but the soundproofing wasn't all that great. Despite being separated by a door, I could still hear William's moans loud and clear.

This didn't just help create exposure for Solomon and the B mobile phone, it also served to crush both Hilda and Jordan phone all at once. However, a fresh piece of news spread across Taadi on Friday. The headline: 'Top Male Celebrity in Taadi Got His Phone Hacked: Pornographic Images and Secret Files Leaked!' At the same time, workers in Damien Entertainment, and even Solomon himself, had pornographic images with their faces on it compressed into a 10GB zip file that was uploaded online and circulated all around Taadi. Since Solomon had just recorded an interview about how his phone had been hacked and how there were a lot of private files and data leaked to the hacker, the public easily be

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Kylo's POV I sat in my office, having the phone on my desk and I watched it vibrate non-stop. I immediately noticed the great amount of messages and my forehead was covered in a line. On either clicking one of the links that popped up, I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. The headline screamed at me: "Heiress Caught in Hotel Scandal – Secret Affair Exposed!" On the screen, there appeared a selected picture with Varya and Mark in the hotel lobby. My mind reeled. How could she have done this?

Whatever plan he’d started was already in motion. He looked up as she neared and ended the call without looking away. “Morning,” he said. “What’s going on?” He reached for the remote and turned on the TV. No sound just a bold red headline across the screen: BLACKWOOD GROUP NONPROFIT LINKED TO FRAUD – OFFSHORE LEAK EXPOSES GLOBAL MONEY TRAIL Amelia stepped closer, her heartbeat quickening. On the screen was Ashcroft’s face, alongside flowcharts, wire transfers, and a Cayman company named KBG CONSULTANTS

Tomas muttered gleefully from the kitchen island, snacking on his third cookie. “That’s the limited edition tantrum bag,” I replied dryly. “Shame it didn’t come with a limited edition conscience.” Then came Ivy. Screenshots from her “private” finsta leaked—begging a man named Uncle Vince to cover her lip filler appointment because, in her words, “I can’t look poor at brunch again, I’ll literally die.” She attached her bank details, selfies with duck lips mid-procedure, and—my personal favorite—an audio recording where she told a friend, “I don’t even like him, I just pretend to be dumb and giggle. He gives better tips that way.”

On the screen was a recorded video of me—legs spread wide, a dildo buried inside me. My stomach dropped. “How dare you? You’re not even allowed to screen-record the live videos!” “I subscribed for Premium,” he said smugly. “And I know you’re a very popular hockey cheerleader in this city of New York. It will ruin your reputation for me to post this on the internet.” My heart thundered. “Oh… oh no, no… I’d—I’d pay you.” “I don’t need your money. I just want one night with you,” he said.

Jamie looked at them and then at me, quickly bringing out her phone. "Daughter of Jamie Sinclair, Doris Rodriguez's threesome sex video leaked." I read out loud, my eyes never leaving Jamie's eyes. Jamie's leg wobbled as she quickly found herself a seat, her eyes glued to the screen before letting out a loud scream. "What the fuckkkkkk"

I stared at the message for a long time before replying. Me: Sore. Jake: Good. You took us like a champ. We’re still talking about how tight you were. Another message came in from Tyler. Tyler: Send us a picture of your used holes. We want to see what we did to you. I hesitated… then I did it. I spread my legs, took a photo of my swollen, cum-leaking pussy and ass, and sent it to the group chat they had clearly made without me. The replies came fast.

Twenty gold diggers with twenty chat records finally showed me Jack's true colors. Jack snatched the phone from my father's hand, trembling and screaming, "You paid people to put on a show and slander me!" I almost laughed out loud. "Can chat records be faked? How could I have guessed you'd be this shameless so I could arrange all this beforehand?" Cyndi's face was ashen as she clicked on each of Jack's nude selfies, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles cracked. "Is this what you call ‘only chatting for a bit’?"