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By hour two, the numbers had flipped. Over 17 million views. Three senators named. One private bank collapsed overnight. The Velvet leak had gone global and irreversibly viral. But Isolde wasn’t watching the news anymore. She was watching the screen. Because a new window had opened. No origin. No server tag. Just four words. You never asked why. She froze. The words changed. Vivienne wasn’t chosen. She was a test. You were the candidate. Isolde’s mouth went dry.

“Don’t be such a prude, Xander. Honestly.” “Just show me the fucking picture. I told you already Violet, I have work to do.” Violet comes to my side of the desk, I can smell her floral fragrance. She’s too close and almost in my face but I have to see whatever it is she’s got on her mobile. Violet flicks her fingers across her screen, taps in her code and brings up I*******m. “Here,” she hands the phone to me. I look down at the screen and my heart lurches, literally lurches at what I see. This can’t be, my mouth is dry and I feel like I am going to be sick.

"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

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Within a few minutes, over a million people had tuned in to watch Benjamin's livestream where he promised to answer everyone's questions. Once again, I looked up to see the flood of comments that hung in the air. These popped up whenever it was supposed to be a scene of me getting humiliated. "It's finally the comeuppance I've been waiting for! Quick, reveal the evil Violet's wicked ways so that she'll be subjected to everyone's scorn!" "Yes! Everyone should join us, the Anti-Violet Association! As long as Violet is alive, we'll continue to curse her to death!" I clicked into Benjamin's livestream, and his voice came through my tablet's speakers. In an exhausted tone, he explained, "I apolog

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Now, it'll be hard to find that girl since there's no record of her. Violet knew that it might stir him up as it stirred her up when she watched the videos that she took with Victor. It was supposed to be private but somehow EPUA managed to hack her things for a week to get through it. She's just glad that they couldn't hack the very private ones. Now, she has to show it to him. <><><><>

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