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My breathing picked up, shallow and uneven, and the bed creaked softly under me. I thought about the people online, the ones who watched me like I was nothing but a body. I thought about the messages that poured in every night, the money that came with them. Part of me hated it, but another part couldn’t deny the thrill. They wanted me. They paid to see me. And here I was, alone, touching myself like they were right in front of me. But then Ryder’s face cut through the noise of all the strangers. His eyes, sharp and unreadable. The way he looked at me, not like the others, not like a fan. More like he could see something I was trying to hide. That thought made my chest squeeze tight.

She waited for him to fall asleep before she got up and grabbed her laptop from under the bed. She would find out everything she could about the bastard. She wouldn’t be fooled twice. She found what she wanted soon enough. Volkan Baysel was married. His wife’s name is Ezra Webb. An American. ==== Rosalie felt restless, she wanted to climb out of her skin. She wanted to get out of bed to get to work. She hasn’t worked in two months like Ari requested. But she was done now. She couldn’t sleep. Her skin felt itchy and raw at the same time. It felt like she was going through withdrawal. Like she was addicted to him like a drug.

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."

After the bartender handed me the drinks, I turned to head back over to the table. Rosie had stepped away, leaving Sera alone to flirt with Levi. I swear Rosie became rabid wherever Levi was concerned. They were very on-and-off, and I guess right now, it was on. I wouldn't be surprised if Rosie snuck off to his truck for "one last time." It was never the last time. I placed Rosie's beer next to her and she winked a thank-you at me. Rosie was talking about her crops and Levi, tall, deep-skinned, and handsome, looked at her like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

A few seconds later, she broke down in tears before an audience of over a hundred thousand viewers. The livestream ended abruptly. I was still staring blankly at my phone when Ian's call came through. His voice struck like a whip the moment I answered. "Hazel Tanner, all this—over a bowl of soup? Over a few maids? You actually leaked photos of me and Rosie online?! If she gets hurt because of you, you could die ten times and it still wouldn't be enough!" "I don't know what you're talking about. As soon as I got home, I—"

Sierra let out a relieved sigh when she found out it was only Rosie standing behind her. “Oh, sweet mother of Jesus!” Rosie gasped suddenly and pushed Sierra back until they both entered her bedroom. Once they were inside, Rosie quickly closed the door shut. “What?” Sierra looked at her quizzically. “You just had sex, didn’t you?!” Rosie pointed a finger at her accusingly. “What!?” Sierra gaped again. “The glow on your face, the raggedy clothes and hair, you did it!” Rosie exclaimed loudly, unashamed. “Rosie, stop!” Sierra’s cheeks burned bright red as she turned around to fix her hair.

“Evan, Tyler came from humble beginnings. He can’t afford to lose this once-in-a-lifetime chance to make a name for himself! “The truth is, I was the one who leaked the data. But you’ll take the fall for me, won’t you? “Don’t worry. We’ll get married once you’re out.” Rosie spoke as though it were the most casual thing in the world. Her eyes were brimming with affection. “Forget it. I’m not confessing to a crime I didn’t commit!”

“Insane… We’re all insane…” December 18th. 3:00 PM. The Internet Exploded. The number one trending topic globally: [#IvySinclairExposesAvaRosierSellingBodyForMedicineFullVideo#] The high-definition, uncensored footage, complete with timestamps, showed Ava stumbling out of the East Hampton mansion the previous night. Every horrific detail was magnified: the torn clothes, the faint stains on her inner thighs, the vacant, haunted look in her eyes. The video’s repost count broke two million in one hour. The comments section was a torrent of vile abuse: “The bastard daughter deserves this.” “Selling her body for medicine and doing it so thoroughly, how disgusting.” “Rosier’s stock is going to cra

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.

It is a private account that has only one post, belonging to my patient who bed-wet on his body earlier. There is only one person who filmed my patient, and it is Rosie. I check the profile picture of the account, and it is grainy and blurry. But there is a shiny necklace, the exact one Rosie flaunted at Alexa’s party nights ago. My suspicion is confirmed. She posted it. She thinks that a burner account with my name will keep her safe. Anger shoots through my body in waves as I go in search of her. Why? Why did she have to drag me into this?