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Connel turned, taking a glance at Tori, “Stop it! You wanted Power.“ “We both wanted power. The only difference is you already lived in it and I on the other hand have to climb my way to it. Tori said, walking towards a drawer. Connel stared at her, watching her every move but before he could talk Tori continued. She reached into the drawer and brought out a thin folder tossing it aggressively on the table. “Here are the names, contacts, accounts, every detail that seemed important. I kept them all for you, without this...” “You're wrong,” Connel exclaimed. “I never asked for this, that's the difference between us both.” Tori leaned forward, her eyes narrowed. “You think you have a choice? Y

He watched Kira's retreating figure, took out his phone and dialed Mateo. “Mr. Thiago.” “Is there a problem at Hamilton Hotel?” the man asked sharply. “Yes, Mr. Thiago, I was just about to report this to you!” Mateo sounded anxious, “The wedding photos that Hamilton Hotel set up for Ada were leaked on T*****r! It’s being shared massively and it’s the top trend!” Thiago furrowed his brows, “Who’s behind this?” “It’s a self–media with a large following. They didn’t take the regular route!”

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.

No one in the company must suspect the nature of the relationship. I looked up at him. “You mean… I have to pretend I don’t even know you?” Kieran’s expression was unreadable. “Exactly. At work, you’re Daniel Harper’s secretary. Nothing more. If anyone finds out otherwise, the deal is immediately terminated.” My throat was dry. I turned back to the page. Rule Three: Family and friends are not to be informed of the arrangement. Confidentiality is mandatory. My stomach dropped. “Not even my family?” His gaze hardened. “Not your family. Not your best friend. No one. This agreement lives and dies between us.”

It read; “Having a nice time with boo after a while. I guess you didn't see this coming. We made up. Do you know why he calls you, Willow Love? That's because I call him that way. He still can't let go of me, don't be delirious." The room suddenly felt stifling as I struggled with the shock and betrayal that the pictures conveyed. The unspoken question echoed in my mind: How had I been blind to this part of Luciano's life? Here I was, waiting for him all tired while he was having a nice time with another woman. How could I be so foolish to trust his words? The next moment, the whole graphics was everywhere on the net. Firstly, I calmed my nerves forcefully with the hope of getting it all wro

She asked again, searching each of their faces for an answer. One of them had a phone in her hand and a TikTok video was on replay. "Let me see that." She said, genuinely worried. Were the girls on OnlyFans like Tanya? She hoped not. The girl hesitated, stuttering. Sofia came closer and took the phone from her. What was this about? She looked at each of them once more, then at the screen. The video was titled, The moment when Amanda kissed Ryan. Sofia was taken aback, what was this?

His hands settled on my hips, holding me in place as I logged in. “Read it out loud,” he ordered. My voice trembled. “I’m deleting my OnlyFans… effective immediately. Thank you for the support, but this chapter is closed.” I hit the button to deactivate. The confirmation screen appeared. It felt final. Scary. Liberating. “Good girl.” Damien’s praise sent a fresh wave of heat through me. One of his hands moved between my legs from behind, fingers gliding through my soaked folds. “So wet for me. You liked being spanked over my knee, didn’t you?”