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They were all screaming Elspeth's name. Silently I stood up from where she attacked me. She has no knowledge that I blocked her attack. I sighed and removed the waterfall braids onto my hair before I break their fun. "Silence!" I screamed loud, and with one word, what I wanted was then granted. Pure silence covered the place as I ascend, glowing because of my aura. I held my head high and turned my gaze to the demons around me. With a glare, one by one they went down onto their knees. "I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground."

She suggested. “Well…oh.. if it’s okay with Vera, it’s okay with me..I’ve missed her mouth …and other things.” “Oh no mister. How are we going to have a true contest if you don’t try me? Vera can blow Cane. Whoever gets their man to cum first is the winner!” she proposed. Soon we were both on our knees, pulling their pants down. Both must of liked the idea of our little contest, because they both nearly popped out of their boxers.

His face is flushed, eyes darting anywhere but at me. I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, letting the silence stretch just a little too long. “Don’t stop on my account, Ty. Looked like you were enjoying the show.” He stands up abruptly, chair scraping back, towering over me now but still looking like a cornered animal. “Get out. Now.” I hold up his iPad like evidence in court. The screen is damning: my OnlyFans dashboard. Username: TylerIsUrGod99. Total spent: $847.32. Every single pay-per-view purchased. Every tip. Every comment.

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Jaden had a girlfriend and he never even mentioned her in front of us. I looked at Veronica. She was thin, and she was wearing a red track suit with her short hair in a perfect bob, while her hand around Jaden. Her face was plastered with a layer of makeup, which actually made her look like a fake barbie doll, placed in the window shelves of expensive toy houses. They did not look good together at all. Why on earth did I have to witness this? And looking around, I saw that almost every person was paired up with someone. Except me. Before I could react to this situation, the trainer came in and began to stare at the crowd.

“No! I mean— yes, food, great— but first I have to show you something.” He raised a brow. “What?” “Just come with me, okay?” I didn’t wait for an answer. I grabbed his hand, tugged him up like an overexcited puppy, and ran. I led him all the way to my room and practically threw him into my chair while I booted up the screen. With a grin I couldn’t hold back, I clicked open the file labeled: “VANE: Deluxe Fuckboy Edition 🗃️💣” “I got everything.” I said breathlessly. “The DMs, the sketchy payments, the burner accounts, crypto trails, hotel logs, secret OnlyFans subscriptions— everything.”

Today just kept getting better and better, I sighed again, pulling on a pair of jeans and a dark blue polo shirt. A new message popped up and I didn't bother to look through it, eighty-nine percent sure it was from Payne asking for attention. “The girls who are this idiot, die-hard fans should see him now, they'd be so embarrassed.” I sneered, slipping into a pair of dark boots, the thought put a smile on my face, and for a second, I had the thought to post our chat online, anonymously of course. Payne Vernick, known to the world as VERN, was a global sensation—platinum records, sold-out arenas, and enough charm to make headlines without trying. Every girl wanted to bed him and every man was

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