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Betty said before hanging up. Shine let out a shaky breath. She felt guilty for lying, but she could not exactly tell her work friend that she was leaking milk like a nursing mother despite never being pregnant. She was terrified. Was it a tumor? A hormonal failure? Or was she just losing her mind? A chime from her phone broke her spiral. She looked down to see a notification from her secret OnlyFans account. New Subscriber: User9982 has joined your fan club. User9982 has sent you a tip: $2,000.00.

Only families and friends knows who his wife is. Quinn has been trying to get into the entertainment industry, she already signed with one of the biggest in the entertainment industry, Glory entertainment. The manager demand to terminate the contract. Several messages from people, her parent, family and workers are there. After a night of brewing controversy, the topics shot up the trending charts. The Yue family is so worried about their daughter well being, they have resolved the video issues and delete all footage of the incident. But suddenly at midnight, someone posted it trying to stir the water again. The person achieved the aims because before they wake up to see it, the video has be

He turns then, eyes dark, unreadable. “My team flagged the upload attempt at 4:12 a.m. It never left her device.” I lean against the doorframe. “And?” He takes a sip of coffee. “It’s gone. Every copy. Her cloud, her phone, her laptop, the burner email. Wiped.” I raise an eyebrow. “That’s it?” He sets the mug down. “No.” He pulls out his phone, taps once, and shows me the screen. A live-stream notification: Amara Quinn going live on I*******m.

Quinn had orchestrated the entire thing herself, had someone followed and when she got the picture decided to destroy my image. What a bitch! "This is exactly what I want us to do,” Quinn continued, lowering her voice even further. "I want us to leak a fake and poor financial files and assets value for Pearson’s ‘Cupid Resort’ in Miami to the outside buyers by tonight. Buyers will start pricing less. If he sees that the revenue from selling the resort will not fix his immediate financial needs, he will have no choice but to marry me this weekend to save his company name. Just execute the leak!"

“No! I mean— yes, food, great— but first I have to show you something.” He raised a brow. “What?” “Just come with me, okay?” I didn’t wait for an answer. I grabbed his hand, tugged him up like an overexcited puppy, and ran. I led him all the way to my room and practically threw him into my chair while I booted up the screen. With a grin I couldn’t hold back, I clicked open the file labeled: “VANE: Deluxe Fuckboy Edition 🗃️💣” “I got everything.” I said breathlessly. “The DMs, the sketchy payments, the burner accounts, crypto trails, hotel logs, secret OnlyFans subscriptions— everything.”

She was rather persuaded. The last time her nude was leaked, it was all because of Charmine. This time, however, Uji Quin merely wanted her photos for his collection, and he even made a deadly vow for that… Uji Quin sent another text: [Ms. Tiffany, I’ll be honest with you. I do have a collection of other female celebrities’ nudes. If everything gets leaked, my reputation would be ruined as well.] [It’s just a hobby of mine: I like to collect photos of beautiful women. As long as you send me yours, I’ll talk to Robert and teach him the best skills. I’ll let him learn with me in Kansas.]

Her eyes widened with shock causing Farhan to snatch it of her but once he saw what was on the phone he quickly turned it off and gave Aliya a painful look. "What happened?, what was on there?" Sona asked with confusion. "That fucking bastard" Farhan gritted out with rage. Aliya fell to the ground, sobbing with pain and humiliation. Preeti and Sona hugged her while Ezhil and Sunny looked at Farhan with shock. "Farhan what happened?, why is she crying?" Ezhil asked, placing his hand on Farhan's shoulder. Farhan turned towards Ezhil, tugging on his hair. "Her photos, her nudes, t-they, t-they were posted on an advertisement, the fucking photos somehow got leaked even though I made sure to dele

He turned his head to his best friend who was holding his black coloured phone. How did he know that? "Why? Wait, how do you know?" "Dude, you're famous." He chuckled throwing his phone to him. "I know." "No no, like famous famous." Zaire replied with a light laugh. Quinnel looked at the phone that chimed again before he picked it up. He scrolled up to the post and his eyes widened. "She took a picture?! She posted it?! Oh come on!" He exclaimed scrolling down to the comments section. "So, eavesdropper, did you hear anything?" Zaire replied sitting on his bed.