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Speaking as if the guard wasn't still standing right there, she said, "Your Majesty, I fear for the safety of my husband to be. The state of his guard's mind does not… inspire confidence." I had to press my lips together to keep from laughing. Did this woman just call a royal guard mentally unstable? It was made even funnier by her straight face and serious tone. The guard, however, was not finding it funny at all. In fact, he looked inches away from drawing his sword. "Enough of your deceit!" he snapped. "You know you're not the princess. I can prove it," he added, turning to address the room. "The true Princess Marlene has a birthmark on her shoulder. Look for it on that imposter. You won'

Her pussy clenched at the thought of what doctor Fernandez had in store for her. Fernandez wasn't a real doctor and neither was the lady that brought her in, a nurse. She met him two days ago in the park when he approached her and told her she looked like someone who needed treatment. She thought he was a creep at first—a lunatic, till he pulled out a small tablet from his laptop bag and showed Christine doctor fetish videos he carried out on ‘fake patients’. Celine could've raised an alarm or embarrassed him publicly, but she was intrigued. She wanted to try it out, as he ensured it had a pleasurable and calming effect on the body.

Her personal life was shockingly depraved, even to the point of keeping young boys as playthings. As for her younger brother, despite his age, he was notorious for bullying his classmates at school. In short, the Thomas family was skilled at disguising themselves, but in reality, each was worse than the last. Hearing her brother's cries, Selena finally broke down. “Let my family go, and I’ll tell you what you want to know!” Suzy glanced at her, gestured for Victor to stop, and then approached Selena. “Speak!” Selena pressed her lips together before responding, “Yes, that person is fake. It was intentionally placed there to mislead you. The real person is with us, at the peak of the famous Mo

A new headline blinked up, biting. She read it. LEAKED DOCUMENTS SUGGEST HARTGENIX PATENT BUILT USING UNAUTHORIZED HORMONAL DATA—SOURCE LINKED TO SELENA HART. Time snapped, holding still. Keller stepped in, voice gentle

The charges: bribery and falsifying medical records. My cousin, Carson Allen, had learned what Lucian had done to me for Selena’s sake. He told my parents he had a way to "save" Selena. With my parents backing her, Selena had no choice but to undergo proper testing. Naturally, she was perfectly healthy. She tried to claim it had been a misdiagnosis. Alas, the evidence Carson had gathered crushed her lies completely. From beginning to end, Selena’s so-called leukemia had been nothing more than a performance she orchestrated herself.

“Selena, please tell me you didn’t…” Just like that, the waterworks began. It was a tactic I was very much familiar with from both Selena and Sophia, so I knew how to spot fake crying when I saw it. “I did nothing wrong!” she exclaimed to everyone. “William is an unfaithful, dirty cheater! I loved you so much William! How could you do this to me!” Her facade had a mile-wide crack along its surface and we could all see under the mask. William growled and approached with a vicious stare. “I was never with you and you know it!” he shouted. “Stop making up lies! I won’t stand for it any longer!”

She undid the flyer and pulled her pants down, then stared proudly at her nude body and smiled. “Do you think anybody will be able to resist this body, Gina?" She asked. Gina chuckled, her eyes sparkling in admiration. Selena turned and walked into the bathroom, her large ass quivering violently with each step she took into the bathroom. Gina trailed after her into the bathroom and filled up the bathtub with bubble water and red roses. “Go in," she spoke up when she had set up everything for the bath. Selena stepped into the hot bubble water and sighed out in relief then dipped her entire body into the water.

I'm sure this 'famous guy' wants to be left alone," "Hush and come sit," Frowning I toss the papers to one side before settling into the seat. "Fine. I'll entertain this fuckery. It's ridiculous by the way." I roll my eyes when she opens G****e but stayed quiet, clearing her search bar she types in "CEOs" and then clicks on images. A slew of photos pops onto the screen, listing an endless number of men and women, "Tell me if you see his picture on here. If not, we probably have to search famous people next then linked social medias..."

The first message read: “I’m so sorry. I was just jealous. I realize now Aristide was just using me.” Then came the pictures. I couldn’t breathe. My fingers trembled as I scrolled—photo after photo of Gianna in bed… with Aristide. I screamed. A raw, wounded sound that ripped through the room. Within seconds, Elena and Mabel burst in. “What’s wrong?!” Elena gasped. I couldn’t even speak. I just handed her my phone. She took one look at the screen, brows pulling tight as she swiped through the images. “These are fake,” she said flatly.

She didn't even have to pretend to make a mess of herself because her whole appearance was now a complete mess because of Lorenzo. "You found something?" Selena asked while ruffling her hair in the mirror. She pushed one of the straps of her dress up to her arm, then she wiped the lipstick off her lips haphazardly to make people think she really just made love to their boss. “He has a tracking chip on the collar of his shirt. It is very small and shaped like a button. Nobody realized it was a chip."