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Aria sat on her living room floor at 3:12 AM, laptop burning hot on her thighs. The photo Ghost sent stared back at her; her green dress, Marcus’s hand on her arm, taken from way too close. She felt sick. She opened OnlyFans for the last time. Her balance sat at $128,400. Most of it from him. Her hands were shaking as she went to the payout section and requested a full withdrawal to her bank account. It would take two days to process, but she wanted every cent out. Then she went into settings, scrolled to the bottom, and clicked the red button.

For Quinn. Quinn.

“What are you talking about?” Damien turned the phone toward her. On the screen was her secret OnlyFans page. Not just the main one — the locked posts. The ones where she was completely naked, legs spread, fingering herself. Another picture showed her shoving a dildo deep in her pussy with the caption “wish this was your cock daddy.” Riley’s face went pale. “Delete that right now. That’s private.”

“I don’t know. I don’t understand barking,” Kane said, pulling me back into the car. Someone tried to drag us out, but Kane kicked him away without hesitation. Quinn was stunned for a second, then quickly reacted and climbed into the passenger seat. “What exactly happened?” I asked her. Quinn didn’t know how to explain it, so she simply shoved her phone into my hands. The top trending searches on F******k had already exploded: #MiaSecretlyMeetsJezin#

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My finger moved on its own. His profile—blue checkmark, 4.2M followers—featured a new Story. I went back to the main video. The comments kept popping up on the screen. @TateFan420: "OnlyFans with that body? Must be earning peanuts. Who wants to see that thing undressed. Bet she smells like a seafood dumpster." @Sigma342: "Look at her thighs jiggle when she walks! Built like that and acts like she's hot? Delusional."

The image showed a recharge receipt from a livestreaming platform: 20,000 dollars in "Starlight Value." The caption read clearly: [For my one and only Claire.] In the corner of the screenshot, a familiar app icon had accidentally slipped into view. It was the joint account we had opened specifically to prepare for our wedding. The comment section had already boomed. [Twenty thousand?! That's a serious number, bro… don't tell me that's for your wedding?] [@SimonLovesClaire Dude, does your fiancée know you just gave a streamer so many starlight points?]

While waiting for the restaurant to finish an order, I mindlessly opened a short-video app to kill time. Then, I heard a voice I knew all too well. I frowned and looked closer. It was my ex-wife, Shanon Reich. She was livestreaming with her influencer boyfriend, Tobias Hunt. Both of them were crying dramatically in front of the camera. The stream title hit me like a punch to the gut. [40°C Heat! My Daughter Is Trapped in a Car!]

My lip curls under my teeth, and I find myself settling into Cassian's seat and reaching for his laptop. If he's right, and Jason didn't post the videos, then why hasn't he reached out? And why do I feel Cassian's excitement growing with each click of the keyboard? True to his words, there is no scandal. No articles of the young assistant who has an interesting past life, no blogs or call outs. The streets of Onlyfans stay quiet, and it stills my heart. My eyelids flutter shut, but they snap open again, and now I have a new problem.