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Molly asks, " I want that girl's number! Now roll over, honey!" I lay on my back and arch again with one leg bent and the other not. "Oh, wait!" Rosie hands Molly the phone quickly, then rushes over to me, pulling up a bit of my dress, "Perfect!" She races back and takes the shot. "Can I see?" I ask. Rosie starts fanning herself, "Whoa, it's getting hot in here!" She exclaims as she scrolls through the photos." I stood up, and she showed me the pictures; they all looked delicious; she got the best lighting and made me look like a bombshell.

A reporter’s voice crackled through the speaker: “Breaking news, scandal rocks the prestigious Rossi and Leontis alliance. Shocking photos have surfaced of Layla Leontis and a man identified as ‘Kia’ Flores intimate with each other. Sources claim the two have a romantic past, casting serious doubts on the legitimacy of the upcoming marriage between Jason Rossi and Layla Leontis... Since Kia is now Maria's husband.” Madam Rossi’s face hardened. Her fingers curled tightly around the device as a second set of photos loaded onto the screen... the unmistakably damning images of Rene and Layla kissing.

The sky had dimmed, turning a dull gray, shadows stretching across the pavement outside the rehab facility His phone was still in his palm, he’d been holding it for minutes now, thumb hovering just over the screen. The video was open, the Rome outburst, sharp and humiliating, frozen at the frame where Alessandro towered over Rosalie, voice raised, face twisted. Leonardo watched it again. Rosalie didn’t cry in the video, she just stood there, quiet, like she was already used to being spoken to that way. He blinked slowly. Then, his fingers began to move. He didn’t log into his main accounts. Instead, he tapped into the burner, an anonymous profile he'd created months ago.

Layla Daisy’s eyes softened. “Tomorrow, we will go and meet Rosie,” she announced, as if she had just discovered the cure for all my problems. “Who the hell is Rosie?” I asked, confused. Daisy blinked at me. “Layla… Rosie. The Rosie. The auburn-haired Omega who looks like she stepped out of a painting. She is the only nice Omega in the entire packhouse.” “That Rosie?” I whispered, leaning forward like someone was about to jump out of the shadows and punish me for even uttering her name. “I heard rumours she used to be a prostitute for noblemen until some jealous wife banished her here.”

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.

My wolf surges under my skin, restless, threatening to burst free. "Fuck," I whisper under my breath. My voice shakes. My legs feel weak, but I force myself to stand. The tape. That fucking tape. Rosie in that sex club with a faceless man whose identity was blurred out. The media tearing her apart it. She avoided leaving the house for weeks. I even grounded her. I thought it was a random leak. But now... everything shifts. Everything lines up. Ella might have known her whereabouts and probably set the whole thing up. They were so close. Rosie trusted her with everything.

“STRIP.” Tessa’s phone was back up in front of her face. “Don’t worry, Dirty Rosey. You’ll be so famous, you’ll not have time for any more tricks.” “W-What do you mean?” Christy scoffed a sneer and released me with a shove. “‘Lust With Me’ website—heard of it?” New terror coursed through me. That sounds like a porn website. No….. Tessa laughed heartily. “We’ll do a good intro video of you, Dirty Rosey….”

She had him dripping wet just by the slight brush of her butt, Rosy wasn't like the usual innocent little flower, she had her own reasons of working as a prostitute and a stripper but she didn't hate her job instead she had claimed in the story that she enjoyed fucking the men watching them begging for her to let them fuck her, she was a sadist in a weird way. Rosy had her clothes completely pooled on the floor before she let him go making the man wanting to grab her but she smirked in a teasing way letting her naked body swirl on the pole, Alessio's greedy eyes wanted her, he needed her, he marched towards her before grabbing her waist and pinning her against the pole before he---- "What ar

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Rosie quickly clenched the towel around her boobs, ensuring she didn't show indecent stuff. But Sebastian did see a different thing. He saw Rosie was startled and fell to the back. Her boobs jiggled when she landed. And when he approached, she was still groaning in pain. Rosie clenched her towel around her chest tightly, but really, from this angle, Sebastian saw the pale pink nipples peeking under the towel, creating a sultry image. Sebastian didn't know whether this was an accident or intentional. But whatever— it was just damn effective towards Sebastian because he got hard immediately.