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The curtains blocked out any light, and the only light in the room came from the slit under the door. "You've even touched women?" asked Carl. His question left Violet tongue-tied. "You underestimate me, Mr. Walker!" Violet's tone couldn't hide her nerves. "My ten ex-girlfriends said that although I'm not very well-built, I'm so good in bed that they had the time of their lives!" Carl stared at her, a smirk now present on his face. He continued, "Really?" "Your reputation is even better, Mr. Walker!" Violet said with awe. "Countless women deem it an honor to have slept with you!"

"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.

They made her squirt twice on camera — powerful, humiliating jets that sprayed across the bed and onto the lenses while the cameras zoomed in for extreme close-ups of her spasming cunt. By the end of the session, Sophia was a complete wreck. Her face was glazed with thick layers of cum. Her tits and swollen belly were painted white. Her pussy and asshole gaped openly, leaking heavy rivers of seed onto the sheets. She stared blankly into the cameras, broken, dripping, and shamefully aroused. Victor Blackthorn smiled at the monitor. “This footage is going to break the internet in our circles. By the end of the week, she’ll be begging to star in her own OnlyFans under our control.”

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.”

he murmured, his tone ice-cold, his lips curling slightly in disdain. “The leak came from a sub-parr news line—it’s not even recognized as an official local agency. I already tracked it and deleted the main sources online, but it’ll take days to erase every other news that were spread through various shares of public and personal accounts.” “Someone pulled a trick I failed to guard us from.” He spoke with gritted teeth. And suddenly, I felt a chill run down my spine. “Violet Harrington.” My lips just let that name slip.

What’s your OnlyFans? Oh my God. He’d sent the link out. He was leaking it. I slammed the laptop shut. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely breathe. I stood, staggered into the bedroom, and crawled into bed. Maddox stirred. “Hey—what’s wrong?” I clung to him. “He uploaded it. Jace. The footage. He shared it.” He went still. Silent. “How much did he leak?” he asked, his voice deadly calm.

The caption sat boldly above the video: “Billionaire Richard Crawford EXPOSED 😳💔 Pregnant lover reveals he abandoned her for his image. Is this the truth behind the empire? #ElenaSpeaks #RichScandal #ToxicLove” The comments were worse. “She really wants to become her ex’s stepmother so bad, this is insane 😭” “This is messy on a whole different level, how are people living like this??” “I saw another article saying she was kidnapped, now this?? Something is off.” “Richard Crawford again?? This man is always in drama.” “This girl is dramatic, move on already.” My hands started shaking. “How did he leak it?” I asked, my voice cracking, “Victor is in prison… how is he still doing this?”

“He sells the live feeds to a dark web site,” Heather says, shaking her head. “It’s insane, and it’s sick what these humans come up with. But apparently there is a huge audience for people who want to watch women in their daily lives and at their most open moments. He sells the feed to these people and he gets paid through live streams every night.” Bile almost fills my mouth. “And Valeria is one of the people he exploited for this?” “I deleted her feed from the computer,” she says. “Hers was a new installation, and it didn’t have anything streamed to the site. But he did manage to get some pictures of her naked, and I deleted all of it.”

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