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The chat blew up with demands for Kimberly to apologize and cough up cash. Kimberly stayed cool and played a video clip. Seconds later, Lotta's face went as white as a sheet.

The tension between us was a physical weight, pressing down on the narrow steps. I folded my arms over my chest. I tapped my right elbow lightly with my index finger. One. Two. Three. "So those rumours online," I said, my voice cutting through the traffic noise from the main road. "The videos of me and Lorde. The leaked schedule. Are you saying you are the mastermind behind the threads. You purposely smeared my name." Kimberly smugly lifted her chin. She took a deep breath, her chest rising beneath her silk blouse. The sheer arrogance dripping from her face was thick enough to choke on.

**Chapter 103: Exposed** The video was everywhere. By morning, every major news outlet, gossip site, and social media platform had clipped, slowed down, or looped the most damning segments. My voice—breathy, broken, crying out “Daddy, please”—played on repeat. The sound of leather striking skin. The wet, obscene rhythm of Damien fucking me from behind. My tear-streaked face twisted in pleasure and surrender. #VossBDSM leaked. #DaddysGoodGirl trended worldwide. Memes. Reaction videos. Late-night hosts making jokes. Religious groups calling for my children to be taken away. Feminist commentators debating whether I was empowered or brainwashed.

“We get your father. We get out. We don’t engage with Victor unless we have to.” “What if he’s there?” “Then we deal with him.” Suddenly, my phone buzzed. Then it buzzed again. And again. A deluge of texts flooded in from Chloe, Jennifer, and numbers I didn’t recognize. All of them contained the same link. My blood went cold. “What is it?” Elena asked. I opened the first link. It was a gossip site. TMZ. The headline made my stomach drop through the floor. BREAKING: BILLIONAIRE'S BEDROOM SECRETS EXPOSED Video footage leaked shows Adrian Blackwood and wife Elena in explicit encounter

That sly grin. "What?" I ask her. She giggles. "Nothing." Josh comes rushing to our table, holding his phone. He's laughing hysterically. "Have you seen this bitch darling? Her nudes were leaked." Wait, what nudes? Could it be Danna? "Who's nudes?" Troy asks. Josh giggles. "Danna Fox. She's so dumb." Oh lord! Her nudes were leaked? But, who did it? If Troy has no clue, then who did it?

He pulled me up, off my knees. “Mr. Macklemore,” Kimberly’s voice came through the intercom and we both froze. “I got the documents from legal.” Thank God she didn’t just walk into the office. I was naked, Chance’s shirt open and pants half-unbuckled. She’d have a pretty good idea what we were doing. “I just sent you the last legal agreement.” I wrapped my arms around myself. Suddenly painfully aware of how naked I was, all my flaws for him to see clearly.

One was a videos of him, sexually assaulted his secretaries, a case that is controversial a few years back but the court dismissed it, and another evidence were a document of financial statements, that show and indicated that he had multiple offshore account and hidden slush funds, that kept all of his illegal incomes and bribes incentives. It was entertaining for me to see him getting pelted like that, in short after a few days after my little interview, there were a lot of stuff going on and rather at the moment thanks to me, the News are booming and the political world were going hectic. As for my candidate, Miss Choi Han Na, she has been secretly developing at a top speed at the moment,

What kind of education could make him kneel and cry so miserably? Also, what about the wounds on him? They looked gruesome! "The transfer records are real!" someone in the crowd shouted, passing the records to others. They turned to glare at Zachary and Hannah, among others, shouting angrily, "We've been fooled by these scammers!" "The New Chesire Group's Crystal Elegance Skin products have no quality issues at all. These damn liars fabricated lies, framed others, and deceived us all!" "May these scammers meet a terrible end!"

The entire room went silent. Kimberley's face turned ghostly pale in an instant, and the wine glass in her hand fell and shattered on the floor with a sharp crack. Daniel's smile froze, then his face darkened. What I played was a recording of Kimberley promising kickbacks to clients, leaking the company's bottom prices, and even embezzling corporate funds to secure her deals. Daniel lunged forward in fury, trying to snatch the microphone away. "Turn it off! Shut it down right now!"