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"This is bad. I'm not going to sit here and pretend it isn't. But you are not the first person this has happened to. Do you hear me?" He held my gaze. "You know Damien Cole? The A-list actor with three blockbuster movies this year alone? His sex tape leaked four weeks ago. It was on every front page. Do you know where he is now? He's back on set. Filming. Working. Living life. Because this is something people can survive." I shook my head rapidly, still crying hard. Duncan continued; "And Sasha Tushh—she's the most streamed artist on the continent right now. Her p**n-tape came out in March. By April, she had a number one record."

"But shit, Pappy's hot! I can clearly see the scar! What if that gets into my fan?" I couldn't help blushing at what he said. I just bit my lip and looked away. "Shut up!" Leah looked at me. "Look at Qotorie, she's blushing." Joel grinned and pinched my side. "Feeling this Tori is still a virgin, It's like she hasn't been penetrated, ah! She's even made out. Maybe dad liked it because he used the fruit."

EXCLUSIVE VIDEO: Helen Fletcher’s Secret Romance Exposed. There were screenshots. Blurry stills. A grainy video clip. Me. Jace. The club. The kiss. My breath hitched. The room tilted. This wasn’t happening. “Rita—what the hell is this?” I yelled. “It’s everywhere, Helen. TMZ, DailyFix, even Variety is running it. Someone leaked it.” “I don’t—this can’t be—” “Honey, you need to get out of there. Paparazzi are going to swarm. Come to my place. Now.”

Some eager netizens even created a detailed timeline for their affair, spanned almost the entire Hortovia region. Things didn't just end there. As Tiffany had failed to repay her loans within the specified time, she was collectively sued by several credit loan companies, landing her back into public scrutiny. She went from a shameless mistress to a judgment debtor. Following suit, several gigabytes' worth of her erotic photos started circulating on encrypted cloud storage sites, leaving people shocked and in disbelief. I glanced at the online news. The netizens have already avenged me, even without the need for me to spread Tiffany and Theo's sex video online.

Her hips rolled, chasing the pleasure, breath coming in those little gasps that made my blood rush south. I knew her. Not personally, but I'd jerked off to her videos more times than I cared to admit. Tiffany Voss. The Tiffany Voss—porn star who'd vanished from the industry six months ago amid some scandal. Here she was, next door, fucking her own fingers like she needed it bad. Her body tensed, thighs quivering as she came, a sharp cry escaping her lips. She didn't stop, riding it out, then slowing, chest heaving.

They laid me back against a pile of pillows then Tori straddled my chest, facing my pussy, giving me a perfect view of her soaked thong pulled to the side while Collins knelt between my spread thighs. He pressed the cool, smooth glass against my entrance and slid it in, inch by slow inch. I moaned loudly as it stretched me open, the delicious fullness making my toes curl. Once it was buried deep, he started fucking me with it—long, slow strokes that made wet, obscene sounds. Then Tori lowered herself onto my face. I licked her eagerly, tasting her sweet, creamy arousal as she ground against my tongue. She moaned, pressing the buzzing vibrator directly on my clit while Collins kept sliding th

Chapter 52: Public Reckoning The video leak turned the art world into a feeding frenzy by sunrise. By 7 a.m., the explicit 47-second clip of me riding Damien on the spa massage table had been screenshotted, mirrored, and shared across dozens of private industry groups. By 8 a.m., it had broken out onto mainstream gossip sites with headlines screaming “Billionaire Damien Blackwood Caught in Steamy Video with Young Curator Kira Holt.” By 9 a.m., it was trending on X with hashtags like #SugarDaddyCurator, #BlackwoodExposed, and #MeridianScandal.

“I’ve spent the last few hours trying to trace who leaked the photos. My security team’s on it. So is my PI. However, we do not have the luxury of waiting at this very moment, which explains my presence here.” I folded my arms. “To what? Apologize?” “No,” he said simply. “To offer you a deal.” I blinked. “A what?” He took out his phone and handed it to me. I hesitated, then snatched it. The screen was already open to a headline. This one was worse than all the others. “Mystery Girl Lucy Frank: Struggling Actress or Billionaire’s Side Chick?”

She opened it. One of the girls from the photoshoot had posted the selfie—the one she’d taken without Emily’s consent. Already sixty-three comments. She quickly scrolled past the post to the next one; [Ian Hunter announces divorce from wife, Emily Hunter, who’s now seen with brother-in-law] Emily tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, jaw tight. What a mess. She thought. She always disliked being in the public eye, now she was at the dead center of it in what was closer to a scandal than popular news.

That sly grin. "What?" I ask her. She giggles. "Nothing." Josh comes rushing to our table, holding his phone. He's laughing hysterically. "Have you seen this bitch darling? Her nudes were leaked." Wait, what nudes? Could it be Danna? "Who's nudes?" Troy asks. Josh giggles. "Danna Fox. She's so dumb." Oh lord! Her nudes were leaked? But, who did it? If Troy has no clue, then who did it?