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Eloise’s POV The steam from Wayne’s shower hits the bathroom’s glass. The effect firmly masks his naked silhouette, exactly what I need because having his nudity in my phone is crossing the line. I’m in my nightie; a pair of pink spaghetti straps top that wraps tightly to my big tits, and barely gives me a chance to breathe, while the bottom is a pair of matching pink shorts, so tiny that the hem of it stops halfway down my bum cheeks. On second thought, I switch over to my OnlyFans site. No one gets to see it if it's saved in my draft, right? It always ends up wasted but the thrill of getting seen feels better than just recording.

But before I could fully close it, he stepped forward, his heavy boots thudding on the floor, and the stream cut off abruptly, right in the middle of some viewer’s typed-out moan. Shame twisted in my stomach, mixing with that weird thrill I always got from being caught in something naughty, making my pulse race even faster. He didn’t speak right away, just reached down and picked up the laptop, opening it back up with a calm that made me nervous. He started scrolling through my OnlyFans profile, his finger swiping slow and deliberate, his jaw clenching tighter as he clicked on one of my videos. The sound of my own voice filled the room, low and tinny from the speakers: “Please, sir, let your

I opened it because it's an unknown number. Disappointed? See you tomorrow at the event. V.A I scoffed looking at the message. I deleted it and drove away from the party venue. Suddenly when I was driving.. an idea popped out from my head. I pulled over my car at the side and started to look for Violet's profile on the internet. I smiled widely when I read her profile. It's not a strange thing that she will attend the event tomorrow. She will be my best asset to get deals. I can use her and just pretend that I like her.. she's attract to me anyway. I know that so well.

"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.

Eighteen, broke, and desperate for a way out of her small-town boredom, Lila creates an anonymous OnlyFans account. It’s just supposed to be harmless fun faceless photos, a few flirty videos until she notices one subscriber tipping far more than the rest. His messages are bolder, more intimate, almost as if he knows her. But when Lila discovers who’s behind the screen, her world tilts into dangerous, forbidden territory and she can’t bring herself to log off.

My finger moved on its own. His profile—blue checkmark, 4.2M followers—featured a new Story. I went back to the main video. The comments kept popping up on the screen. @TateFan420: "OnlyFans with that body? Must be earning peanuts. Who wants to see that thing undressed. Bet she smells like a seafood dumpster." @Sigma342: "Look at her thighs jiggle when she walks! Built like that and acts like she's hot? Delusional."

loud, athletic, and possessing a raw, masculine energy that seemed to vibrate through the walls of our house. Living with him felt like living next to a dormant volcano. I spent my days avoiding his gaze, terrified that if he looked at me too long, he’d see the hunger clawing at my insides. The OnlyFans account was my outlet. It was the only place where I could be the exhibitionist I secretly was, where I could scream and moan and offer my body to a thousand nameless strangers without the risk of my mother finding out.

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.