Priscilla Chan Nude Novels & Stories

Brenden's screen blipped to a grainy video. Grant's voice grew grim. "What you're seeing now is Priscilla and a captor at an ATM. She is refusing to cooperate." Brenden grit his teeth and made himself watch. Priscilla's hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her blouse was buttoned haphazardly and there were dark stains on her slacks. The man at her side leaned close, his mouth moving in rapid fire. She shook her head. The man jabbed at her ribs. Priscilla buckled sideways, moving with the blow, absorbing it, curling her body around it.

The next morning, a piece of explosive news spread through the Internet like wildfire. Priscilla's naked pictures were plastered all over the internet with several men. They were pictures from the past...one that she has buried deeply so it wouldn't resurface. Upon seeing the papers, Priscilla froze in shock, her face paling like she has seen a ghost. Her husband Dane, who was sitting beside her when they brought the papers in, sputtered the tea all over the table. “What the hell is that?! Let me see!” Priscilla hurriedly hid the papers as her terrified eyes darted to Dane's. "It's...not me! This has been photo-shopped! Someone's trying to mess with the Gonzalez fa—”