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Damon said, proceeding to walk her out, when she did not budge Damon gave her a small push making her move. Rosa staggered but caught herself, and giving him one last look, she turned to leave. Rosa smiled to herself as she hailed a taxi back home. Settled in the back of the taxi, she pulled out her phone from the breast pocket that had been recording the whole time. Pressing the red button to stop the recording Rosa went ahead to edit the video taking out irrelevant parts. Making sure to add the part where he had pushed her. Without waiting for a second thought to make her change her mind, Rosa logged onto her I*******m account and posted the video, making sure to tag the biggest blogs in t

Axel looked between us. “They released a video,” Axel said. My stomach dropped.“Of what?” Axel swallowed.“Of you, Elara.” The world tilted.“What do you mean?” I whispered. Axel turned the phone toward us. On the screen was footage from inside the estate. Footage of me tending Ruin’s wound, of me touching him, of me looking at him as though he were my entire world. “They recorded everything,” Axel said. Ruin’s face went cold. The video ended with a single line across the screen. He cannot deny what you are to him, silence crushed the air from the room.

I can't let Ryder destroy himself for me. "No." The word comes out stronger than I feel. "No, this is wrong." "Evie," Ryder's voice is a warning. His eyes find mine across the table, pleading. "Don't." "You want to know who really leaked that footage?" I stand up, my chair scraping against the floor like nails on a chalkboard. "You want to know who had access to those security cameras?" "Evie, please," my mother breathes. "I released the footage." The words tumble out like a dam breaking. "I leaked the CCTV clip of what they did to Liliana."

"Your sister completely dismantled my safety concerns. Made me look like a fool." Rose switched to speaker phone and set it down. "She's not my sister. And don't worry about yesterday. By this afternoon, no one will be talking about the Phoenix Grid anymore." She selected nine photos, each more damning than the last. Camille and Alexander kissing. Camille in his arms at the railing. The two of them disappearing below deck, then emerging later with unmistakable signs of what they'd been doing. "The photos are ready?" Herod asked. "Better than we hoped." Rose moved them to a separate folder. "The lighting is perfect. No question about who they are. No possibility of claiming they're doctored."

"No, I'm not here to question you. I'm here to apologize to you. Rose, open the door." "I don't need an apology from you. Theo, go back and lead your own life. Aurora was very good at acting and fooled everyone. Now that her true colors are shown, let's just put this past us and move on." "Rose, at least tell me where you got the video and recording from." Rosalie said, "I hired a private investigator. I realized that someone was following me and seized the chance to bribe him." "Is that so? Where is the video? It seems like the video had been around for a while. Why didn't you show it to me earlier? Why did you wait till now?"

Rosalie convinced by his confidence a little bit. Finally Rosalie didn't refuse and gave him the one she took in the suburban woods, saying coldly, "Here's the picture and video." "Good girl." Victor nibbled appreciatively on her lips, took the memory card she handed over, and threw it down the toilet. No one would threaten him with the scandalous news anymore. He could never leave a handle in anyone's hands. He was still the Victor of yesteryear, without a soft spot. "What about my video?" Rosalie reached out and asked him for it.

Around us, the crew members began whispering, their faces full of disdain. "Seriously? Rachel's so stunning, and he still cheated? The videos are everywhere, and he still has the nerve to slander her? Disgusting." Connor froze. "What did you say? What videos?" He fumbled for his phone and opened the trending list. The moment his eyes landed on the top one, his entire body went rigid. A dozen of his and Lindsey's private, intimate videos were leaked, flooding the headlines. Even with strategic blurring and censoring, their faces were unmistakable—both lost in the throes of passion.

“You do because none of these would be happening if you don't.” Marcel sighed. Another argument was going to happen if he talked back to her. He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “Iza, can you just listen to me? I promise I won't take a lot of time. You'll understand the video if I explain.” “I'm sure I will. I'm listening.” “That video was taken on the day when Rosie cried to sleep. I left at night that day and remember I admitted I was with a woman.” “Not Selene of all people. You made me feel dumb as fuck.”

With her condition, how long can she survive without professional care? The moment he landed, he rushed straight to the hospital. The room was eerily empty—nothing left but a brown paper folder on the nightstand. His hands trembled as he tore it open. The first thing that fell out was a lawyer's business card—Wayne Soriano. Then, he saw the title on the document beneath it: Statement of Claim. Attached was a volume of evidence—bank records highlighting villa payments in red, lab reports listing "Vitamin C" as prescribed medication, and a three-year-old document bearing his own signature marked "Control Group."

Jamie looked at them and then at me, quickly bringing out her phone. "Daughter of Jamie Sinclair, Doris Rodriguez's threesome sex video leaked." I read out loud, my eyes never leaving Jamie's eyes. Jamie's leg wobbled as she quickly found herself a seat, her eyes glued to the screen before letting out a loud scream. "What the fuckkkkkk"