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I asked Selena who nodded in agreement. "We'll ruin him," I said, a wicked smile spreading across my face. "We make sure he never gets to play in the NFL." "How?" Elizabetta asked, her green eyes gleaming with curiosity and mischief. "We leak this video to the press," I said, tapping on the screen of Selena's phone. "We make sure everyone knows what a worthless piece of dogshit he is." Selena fidgeted with the strings of her purple bikini, looking unsure. "I don't want to ruin his career..."

The headlines were brutal: “Arlene Gomez’s New Skincare Line Causes Horrific Reactions – Consumers in Uproar!” “Penselvia – Luxury or Scam?” “Model and Rising Actress Ivana Quinn Under Fire After Promoting Flawed Product!” “Karma or Comeback? Sarah Lolthammer Dodges Disaster by Refusing to Work with Arlene Gomez.” I felt sick. How had this happened? The product wasn’t even officially out yet. Who could have done this? Sarah? No. Absolutely not. “Miss Gomez,” Matilda’s worried voice broke through my thoughts. I looked up from my phone.

At this moment, Koven looked down and asked Linus, "Can I see a picture of Selena?" Koven’s tone was very calm as he looked at Linus. Hugh, who was standing to the side, remarked, “You see her every day. Why do you need a photo?” “The Selena I see is under disguise. Since she’s an undercover agent for Spades, she must look different from what I see daily, right, Linus?” Koven’s voice was devoid of any emotion. It was as if his heart had turned to ashes. Linus took out his phone, opened Spades' information records, and showed a photo of Selena. He handed the phone to Koven, whose hands trembled as he took it.

A ripple of whispers spread across the room. “What is that…?” “Isn’t that Selena?” “No… that can’t be…” Selena’s grip on William’s arm tightened painfully. “This is fake,” she whispered quickly. “This is edited.” William slowly removed her hand from his arm. Without even looking at her. On the screen Selena moved. Mrs. Miller’s body fell forward. Her scream echoed through the speakers. Loud. Gasps exploded across the hall. Some guests covered their mouths. Others stood up in shock.

When she had it all down I took the phone away from her and began to speak. "Oh, Hello Mr. Osborne. How are you?" I wanted to be as formal as possible. Even though we knew Maria's pregnancy claim was as fake as Kim Kardashian's ass, this man could make or break Sebastian, especially if he was a publicist. He could send out fake gossip to tabloids, leak photos and even send out fake ultra sound photos in a couple of weeks. No matter how much legitimate proof we had, our case was a sheep compared to Maria's big bad wolf claim.

I always thought Kingston would believe me, I had so much faith in the bond we spent years fostering but when he returned he believed it all. Ninety nine percent of those sex videos were fake, the naked pictures? Also fake, but my face was on them, the pack started talking and within twenty-four hours it became my reality, I was getting shunned for something I didn’t ask for. I didn’t even know there was a camera, I wasn’t lucid enough for anything the moment my body hit that mattress. God, just thinking of it makes my skin crawl. I drag myself to the kitchen for some camomile tea, it always helps me sleep better and boy do I need it now. I don’t expect to see anyone in the kitchen consideri

Yes, Selena Valtara—the same woman who abandoned Prince Reyn for wealth and power! "Well, ever since Reyn returned to the royal family, she's been constantly harassing us, begging for money, and even pretending to be pitiful just to try and become the third party in our marriage! Wolfkin citizens, I beg for your support…" Luna's fake sobs echoed through the live stream, painting her as a helpless victim in the eyes of the audience. The comments section was instantly flooded with insults aimed at me. "How does a woman like that still have the nerve to live?"

Their heads grew heavy, vision blurring, until one by one, they slumped where they stood. Selena’s smile widened. She moved quickly, dragging their heavy bodies onto the couch and tugging at their shirts until she had successfully revealed their bare chest. She climbed over them, shifting her poses, pressing herself close, snapping pictures with her phone again and again. The camera clicked, catching every staged moment to make proof of a night that never truly happened. When she was satisfied, she slipped out of the seductive dress and dressed back in her elegant clothes. She pulled out a pen and notepad, leaving a short message on the table for Lena:

“Audio Leaks: Selena Caught Threatening Business Partners.” Selena massaged her temples. In her hand, she held a withdrawal letter from a major international cosmetics brand. Five major brands had pulled out in the last two weeks alone. Knock. Knock. The door opened slowly. Clara, one of the few remaining staff, entered. Her face was pale. “I’m sorry, Ma’am… a reporter from Urban Nation is in the lobby. They’re requesting comment on the allegations of contract falsification.” “Get rid of them!” Selena snapped, her voice sharp and sudden.

POV: Camila As soon as I heard Carlos' voice, Maura's body seemed to awaken to an award-worthy performance. Tears began to flow as if they had been summoned. The sound of her breathing grew louder, more tremulous, and before he could even get close, she murmured between sobs that sounded as fake as the smile she always hid behind them. “Camila wanted to show me that she is Luna... that's why she did it. She wanted to put me in my place, below her.”