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"You have nothing." Poppy laughed humorlessly. "You're right. I don't have any record of you giving Crandle cash in exchange for his help defrauding the people of Idaho. What I do have," she clicked to the next slide, "is an email in which Crandle is promised his complimentary pick of luxury suites any time of the year, in perpetuity." She looked back to Howell, who seemed surprised at this revelation. Then she clicked to the next slide and moved forward. "I had to wonder. Do you suppose Chad Crandle is the only SAE brother out there doing you favors? I decided to dig a little deeper."

I found an encrypted subfolder. The folder name was: Sophia_Private. My hand was shaking uncontrollably, but I clicked on it. The screen filled with video files, all neatly organized by date. From the very first night we were together to the very last, every single video was there. I clicked on the first one. The screen showed me and Vincent, tangled together in the sheets, every detail captured in crystal-clear high definition. Including me, wrapped in his arms, whispering "I love you." Including every moment of my vulnerability, my trust, my complete and utter devotion.

He said. He pinned my arms between us and shoved himself between my legs. I began kicking and screaming frantically, someone has to be around.. surely.. someone will help me. In one swift motion, he ripped the front of my dress, exposing my undergarments and cleavage. “Get off!” I screamed. “Princess!” I heard Lillian’s voice. No! If I wasn’t pinned down.. well now he knows who I am. “Ohh.. so I have the Princess here..” the man moaned. He pressed his erection against me and I cringed.

I asked. I don't know why but it somehow makes me feel bad. "are you sure you're not just making things up?" I joked. "of course I don't. I don't like lying which is why I don't lie" she answered and even raised her pinky finger. "promise" she said. I just nodded. "why does the Prince cry though?" I asked. I'm more curious now. "this is our little secret okay?" she asked. I nodded. "promise you won't tell anyone?" she asked. I just giggled.

“They could be recording. They could have footage of everything—” “Good.” He grinned. “We can even start our OnlyFans from there if our videos leak… Well, I'll be the only fan because I don't want anyone to see you naked, ever.” My breath hitched in my throat, and I gulped. “We can't —”

Poppy's POV: I wasn’t even sure how it started. One message became two, then turned into hours-long chats. Voice notes. Photos. Dirty jokes. His messages made every part of me heat up. And the truth? He thought I was experienced. A bad girl. The kind who knew what she was doing. But that wasn’t me. Not really. In real life, I was still a virgin. Still unsure. Still pretending. My phone vibrated on the nightstand. I reached over, unplugged it from the charger, and looked at the screen.

The party was about to start. Valentino led Luke and Alessandra to her room. Valentino opened the door and Alessandra squealed in shock. There was a princess ballgown in the middle of the room a shiny tiara on a small table beside it. Luke was shocked upon seeing the dress. It looked like it cost thousands. "Daddy, look! It's a princess gown!" Alessandra exclaimed as she ran to the dress. "Do you like it?" Valentino asked.