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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—"

Both of them radiating fury. "How bad?" Adrian asked immediately. Sasha held up his phone. "It's everywhere. Every outlet. Every platform. Someone leaked the whole story." "Show me." He handed him the phone. Adrian's face drained of color as he read. Then he passed it to me. I didn't want to look. Made myself anyway. BILLIONAIRE CEO ADRIAN EMPORIO'S SECRET LOVE CHILD SCANDAL Twin Sons Kidnapped in Brutal California Home Invasion

"Victor. We have a problem. A big one." Victor shoved me behind him, his body instantly going into a defensive crouch. "What is it?" "The photos from the villa," Zack said, his voice tight. "Someone leaked them. They’re everywhere, Victor. Social media, the morning tabloids... everyone knows the 'Stray Hart' was at your private estate." "What the f**k?" Victor snatched the tablet. His jaw creaked as he scrolled. "I’ll kill whoever did this. I’ll rip their hearts out."

"What happened?" His assistant hesitated. "Maybe you should check Twitter, sir." Jonathan hadn't touched social media in weeks. He'd been somewhere else. Jonathan Whitman cheating scandal was the number one trending topic. The thread was a gallery of photographs. Him and Vivienne at parties. Him buying her cars, real estate, jewelry, luxury goods. Right next to those, footage of his actual wife in a maid's uniform inside Vivienne's house. Being bullied. Being humiliated. His head went white. Who? Who had leaked all of this? He'd paid off every paparazzo for years. He'd bought every photo. Every video. He'd been thorough. How was this happening?

I watched his expression shift as he scrolled, his jaw tightening with each swipe. "They're everywhere. The Sentinel, Business Insider, and even TMZ picked it up. Someone leaked those photos deliberately. Angled them to look worse than they were." "I saw them," I said quietly. "My mom called. She told me about the articles." Alexander scrolled through his phone, jaw tight. "This is someone's work. Strategic timing, specific angles. I'll figure out who's behind this." "Who do you think it might be?" I asked, though I already had my suspicions.

“We’re not gonna talk about your ex. I just wanna know how you feel. I know it’s shocking and depressing that we have to go through this again, but, baby, I’m here.” “Go. Do whatever you want.” She picked up the remote and turned on the TV. She chose an online movie streaming app and watched a random movie. I stood up and dialed Valentine. He picked up right away as if he was waiting for someone’s call. “Madden, how’s my sister?” “What do you think?” I sat on an accent chair. “I did it.” “What did you do?” I frowned. “I was the one who leaked the photo.” “What? Say it again?” Shock was an understatement. I was quick on my feet after hearing his admission. “Why the fuck did you do that?”

Headlines, screenshots, hashtags—Dylan’s name everywhere. “BREAKING: Leaked photos show Dylan Walker with a minor.” “#CancelDylanWalker trending #1 worldwide.” “He’s scum. Disgusting. Unforgivable.” I swipe through the feed, pulse tightening with every new post. Videos dissecting the evidence Taylor uploaded. Fans posting crying emojis. Others posting memes, outrage, fury. In less than fifteen minutes, Dylan Walker—the guy who built his brand on being “clean-cut and relatable”—is being torn apart by the same public that once worshipped him.

Cole I finally headed to the office for work, and immediately I got there, I made my way to Xavier’s office. He was on a call, but when he saw me, he quickly ended it and stood up. “Cole,” he said, “Good to have you here.” “Anything new?” I asked, skipping the small talk as I sat across from him. “Yeah,” he replied, his voice sharp and straight to the point. “The photo that got leaked—it was taken by one of the nurses working at the hospital. Her younger brother is a junior journalist for an online gossip blog. He was the one who posted it online without thinking.”

"Contact every partner media outlet and influencer. Prepare a second wave of press releases." I picked up my phone and dialed Tiffany, who answered on the first ring, her tone triumphant. "Saw it? You'd better take everything down and apologize publicly. Or I've got worse things to release. Want to find out?" "Worse things?" I kept my voice even. "Like what? Videos of us in bed?" My bluntness took her aback. She hissed, "You're shameless!" "Shameless?" I let out a low, contemptuous laugh. "You're the one posting our intimate photos for the world to see. You climbed the ladder with my support, betrayed me without hesitation, and now you lecture me about shame?"

"Silas, tell me... why is this @VesperOfYouth account so obsessed with my dead mother?" It was a burner account—no posts, no followers, but it had liked every single piece of news regarding Chloe's mother. Silas's body went rigid. His tail instinctively retracted. "How should I know?" he huffed, looking away. "You don't?" Chloe reached for the tablet to check the IP logs she'd been tracing. But a flurry of new notifications cut her off: BREAKING: Tiffany Vance 'Recording-Gate' Scandal Full Video Leaked: The Truth Behind the Substitute Bride