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"Send them." A moment later, his tablet chimed. The photos were grainy but clear. Most were of me by the pool in that white swimsuit. Even in a still frame, the way Cole looked at me was enough to start a fire. There were shots of us by the private springs—nothing explicit, but the intimacy was undeniable. "Should I scrub the servers?" Noah asked. "No," Cole said, his voice flat. "Leave them. I want to see what my mother intends to do with them."

“He came forward this morning, Violet. With everything.” Her lips parted in horror. “You— you’re lying—” “Am I?” He tilted his head slightly toward Tristan, who stepped forward and opened a tablet, showing the displayed email chain and signed statement from Daniel Cruz. On the screen, Violet’s name appeared again and again—authorization requests, confirmations, payoffs. The audience murmured louder, disbelief turning into collective shock. Violet’s perfect mask was cracking. “No… this can’t be happening…” she whispered, backing away.

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Night stretched too long. Too silent. Too empty. The penthouse felt wrong without him. Like the walls themselves knew their master wasn’t home. Violetta sat cross-legged on the floor of Draven’s study, laptop open, Rosa’s tiny USB plugged in. The only light came from the screen. Blue. Cold. Unforgiving. Her fingers trembled when she opened the first folder. Celeste_Accounts Liam_Transfer Witness_Payments Her breath caught. Money trails.

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"Dad is furious, Violet thinks Genesis did it." I frowned. "Did what?" "Leak the pictures." "As revenge." "Revenge for what?" "I don't know." She threw her hands up. "No one is telling me anything." "I don't even know why Genesis was here in the first place." "And honestly..." She looked genuinely confused. "Genesis doesn't seem like the type who'd leak fake pictures just to trend." "She doesn't even have social media." She hesitated. "That picture of you two... half-naked, kissing…”

But his steps halted when his assistant rushed toward him, face ashen. “Sir, you need to see this.” Max shoved a tablet into his hands. Headlines screamed across the screen. “Shocking Leak: BDSM Video of Liora Wrenford and Noah Anderson Floods the Internet!” “Xavier Wrenford’s Wife in Scandalous Footage Shocking the Public.” Xavier froze. His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched tight. “How long has this been circulating?” “Less than two hours, sir. It’s already viral across social media.”