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I reached for her hand. “You’re not alone in this.” She turned, eyes glassy, the weight of too much sorrow behind them. “I love you,” she said. “But I don’t know if love is enough to keep us alive.” Jason barged in later that morning, eyes bloodshot, holding his laptop like it was a bomb. “I found something.” He dropped it onto the kitchen table. A username: CredoHollow_23. It had posted the image of Leah. It had also posted cryptic messages weeks before the scandal broke. Hints. Screenshots. Partial blackmail attempts. And a thread tracing Whitlock’s “archive” across several forums.

“They could be recording. They could have footage of everything—” “Good.” He grinned. “We can even start our OnlyFans from there if our videos leak… Well, I'll be the only fan because I don't want anyone to see you naked, ever.” My breath hitched in my throat, and I gulped. “We can't —”

I looked away, picked up my coat, and walked out of the alley without looking back. An hour later. Sitting in my SUV, I logged into the dark web forum used by werewolves across the continent. My fingers flew across the keyboard. I leaked everything. I posted the vicious text Vivian had sent me—"Toby is the only heir"—and the audio I recorded at the relic hall, proving she used her dead husband for attention. In less than five minutes, the werewolf internet exploded. Watching Vivian's name become the most hated in the supernatural world, I turned off my phone. I felt absolutely nothing.

Violet said as she's trying to push me out from her changing room. "No baby.. I'm staying here.. No." "She won't go anywhere." Blake pulled me out and I sighed. "I hate you, Austin Portwalt!" Violet hissed before Jean closed the door. "See.. See that behavior! If she runs away.. I'm going to kill you!" I hissed at Blake and he laughed. "She won't run away.. If she does.. You can make another wedd-" I turned to Blake and glared big time. He gestured to me to get into my changing room. I walked in and turned on my laptop to activate the CCTV in Violet's changing room.

“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.”

"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."

Alaric said from the side of the pool. Violet held her breath and went back into the pool. Alaric was surprised. What sort of lunatic was this girl with purple hair? He looked into the pool and shook his head when he saw that she was looking for her wig. Alaric shook his head and sighed. “Keitan's killer association has really lost their touch, how can they send such a weakling here.” Violet seemed to have no intent of going back up, she kept going down and it was beginning to annoy Alaric. He lifted his finger and Violet was pulled out of the water and onto the spot beside Alaric's feet.

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Adrian and Amelia stood on the other. One of the lead analysts gestured to the screen. “We traced the original file upload for the leaked photos. It came from an IP registered under a shell company in Singapore. But the payment to the freelancer was processed through a third-party account with ties to Voss International.” Adrian crossed his arms. “So it was Christian.” “Yes and no,” the analyst said. “Christian’s company is the financial route, but someone else greenlit the transfer. We believe it was a woman. Codename: Cleo.”