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His uncle looked him in the eye. “She’s the threat they fear the most.” At 2:47 AM, a shadowy user named @DaxtonLeaks uploaded a teaser. The caption: “Burnett’s not who you think she is. Full footage drops Friday.” The thumbnail? A blurry still of Sophie entering a hotel room. Geneva. 2021. And in the top corner — a reflection. Of Ethan. Watching her. The Daxton leak went viral within thirty minutes. The thumbnail alone was enough to set fire to international headlines. Sophie Burnett. Geneva. 2021. Entering a hotel room. Alone.

He took out his phone and held the screen in front of her. On the screen was a screenshot of a cross-border transfer. The recipient was Charmaine Quinn, and the amount was 100 million. He swiped again. In the photo, Charmaine was dressed glamorously and surrounded by luxury, which was a far cry from her tearful claims of starving abroad. Charmaine's face turned deathly pale. She tried to snatch the phone away but failed. She has no idea where Leon found these things, let alone who was trying to harm her by projecting the surveillance video that served as the trigger onto the big screen.

“Go on.” “Quinn’s been siphoning funds from the company,” Roger reported. “He’s been diverting them into offshore accounts under dummy corporations. But that’s not all—he’s been feeding insider information to his parents. I believe they’re making a move.” I tightened my grip on the glass, but I slowly swirled the contents to keep calm. So, that was Quinn’s game. A pathetic attempt to bite the hand that had been feeding him all along. He thought he was clever, but I would always be one step ahead.

My hand down his pants. And then… Oh no. Oh no, no, no. “Maya… did I tell you I told him about the OnlyFans?” Silence on the line. Then: “You… you what? Told who? Anthonio? You told your stepdaddy you make money posting nudes online? Are you insane, Tiana?!”

"Maya, I'm so sorry. I should never have convinced you to go to the festival." I closed my eyes, already dreading what I was about to ask. "How bad is it? The videos, I mean." Quinn was quiet for too long, which told me everything I needed to know. "Show me," I said. "Maya, you should rest.." "Show me." Reluctantly, Quinn pulled out her phone and showed me the trending topics on social media. #MayaBreakdown was number one. #CrazyMaya was number three. #BlackwoodMeltdown was number five.

“We’ve traced the leak.” My eyes turn sharp as blood rushes to my ears with my heart pounding fast and hard in my chest. He momentarily looks at me with hesitation before clearing his throat and reporting, “It was… Luna… Miss Lillian’s mother.” His face grimaces, but it’s far less than how my face darkens. He continues, “She uploads it through an anonymous account, but we tracked a transaction on it. It’s tied to a card which received 100 thousand dollars right after the story went live.”

Shortly after, I got a text from Lily, one of my colleagues I had gotten along well with: “Miss Walker, why did you resign? Is it because of what’s happening online? I don’t believe you’d ever do something like that!” I froze for a moment, then opened the app to check the trending topics. The top headline read: “Zac Quinn’s Fiancée Exposed: Chaotic Private Life, Spotted Entering Hotels with Multiple Men!” The comments below were brutal: “When she was called a homewrecker before, I already knew. Where there’s smoke, there’s fire.” “Obviously! Why else would Miss Jenna Quinn react so strongly? She must know something!” The attached photos were a mix of real and fake. Some were genuine, showing

She’d only handed Marcus the card a short while ago, and he was already close to maxing it out. Her heart practically bled. The five million Daniel Harrison had compensated her earlier had barely arrived, and now she might lose double that amount in a single afternoon. At that moment, Joanna Quinn hurried into the room. “Miss Harrison,” she whispered urgently, “something happened.” “What now?” Joanna handed over her phone. It showed screenshots from an anonymous group chat that was exploding with gossip. [Did you hear what happened at the golf course today? Massive scandal.] [You mean the fight?]

"I met a guy at a bar. He was arrogant...kind of an asshole, but he was hot. I'm not going to lie, he was so much better than Jordan, and-" She cuts me off. "Oh my God! Have you seen her F******k? He's literally in every selfie for the past month." She continues scrolling with her mouth agape. "Yoooo, they made an OnlyFans together! She's charging $30 a month, who does she think she is...Kim Kardashian? Oh shit, isn't this your bedroom?" "Are you fucking serious right now?" I shout, snatching the phone from her hand. There on the screen is my sister and ex-boyfriend fucking on my bed. I watch for a few seconds until the sight of her squirting all over my blanket nearly makes me vomit.

there was barely any life to the way I sounded. “We have news regarding the leak. We’ve traced down the source and I don’t think the leak is someone you know sir,” My secretary, Tania said to me on the phone. “Go on, give the name.” “Matthew Simons. That was the leak’s name, he leaked the footage anonymously online that got to several blogs to repost and publish about.” Matthew Simons? She was right to think it’s someone I don’t know because I don’t think I’ve ever heard that name before.