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Haven’s breathing became harsher, but before she could respond, everyone’s phones suddenly vibrated at once. People frowned in confusion. Then one by one…their expressions changed from shock to disbelief to horror. I slowly pulled out my own phone. The video had already spread everywhere. Of Haven and Vance in an explicit sexual act. A clear oral sex. One that I had sent to Veronica anonymously. And knowing Veronica’s character, I knew she would expose Haven the first chance she got. The title beneath the leaked footage was brutal and merciless. “Half Moon Pack Luna involved in affair scandal.” The room exploded instantly.

“We get your father. We get out. We don’t engage with Victor unless we have to.” “What if he’s there?” “Then we deal with him.” Suddenly, my phone buzzed. Then it buzzed again. And again. A deluge of texts flooded in from Chloe, Jennifer, and numbers I didn’t recognize. All of them contained the same link. My blood went cold. “What is it?” Elena asked. I opened the first link. It was a gossip site. TMZ. The headline made my stomach drop through the floor. BREAKING: BILLIONAIRE'S BEDROOM SECRETS EXPOSED Video footage leaked shows Adrian Blackwood and wife Elena in explicit encounter

Betty said before hanging up. Shine let out a shaky breath. She felt guilty for lying, but she could not exactly tell her work friend that she was leaking milk like a nursing mother despite never being pregnant. She was terrified. Was it a tumor? A hormonal failure? Or was she just losing her mind? A chime from her phone broke her spiral. She looked down to see a notification from her secret OnlyFans account. New Subscriber: User9982 has joined your fan club. User9982 has sent you a tip: $2,000.00.

Leo agreed to his deal because it included a large commission. The restaurant was spacious, with glass walls on all sides. So she could see through the interior. Violet entered the restaurant and was immediately welcomed by a warm ambience. Her gaze wandered among the people. Some of them glanced at her, looking shocked. Violet disliked it when people recognized her. That was why she never shared photos of herself on social media or allowed the press to click her. But today, someone posted a photo of her and Evan together. It was a photo from two days ago when she went to the business meeting. She did not know who dared to post about her.

"She finally admits she was the mastermind behind it all. Who knew this socialite had such a wicked heart? Looks like the high life didn't cleanse her dirty soul." "Vivian rejecting Isabella Blackwood's apology is just a slap in the face. Love it!" "That girl is both beautiful and fierce! I want to follow her. Does anyone have her I*******m?" Vivian Carter's small I*******m account, which she registered three years ago, was quickly uncovered, and her follower count skyrocketed at a visible rate.

Casandra shook her head, suppressing a smile. A few minutes later, Levia’s phone rang inside the office. She rushed out to the balcony, breathing quickly. “Director! Mr. William! There’s an update.” “What?” William asked sharply. Levia handed over the tablet. “The first news portal just received a second payment. The sender has been traced to a personal account.” The name on the screen made Casandra freeze for a moment. Vivian Morgan William snatched the tablet. His jaw hardened. “Her again.”

Her thumb hovered over the I*******m app, and within seconds, she posted the screenshot on her professional account—the one her clients, peers, and industry contacts followed. Caption: [I’m married. Please stop contacting me.] She didn’t blur out his name. Alexander Vanderbilt was visible in bold at the top of the message, unmistakable to anyone even slightly familiar with New York’s elite. Within minutes, the comments began to flood in. The first to respond was Raphael, his comment riddled with disbelief: Raphael: [Ava, that can't be my cousin… right? This has to be someone else with the same profile picture… right?!]

That tells me everything. In the hallway, Liam's waiting with Harper and Jordan. The look on Liam's face makes my chest hurt. He's trying to smile but I can see the tension around his eyes, the way his jaw's too tight. "Hey." He pulls me close. "You were incredible in there." "I looked like a liar." "You looked like someone telling the truth under attack." He kisses my forehead. "There's a difference." Jordan's on his laptop, typing furiously. "I found the photographer. Guy named Stevens, works freelance for the tabloids. And guess who paid him five grand to follow Violet last week?"

The angle was clear enough to identify both of us without doubt. By 4 a.m., the video had leaked to T*****r (now X), I*******m, and several art gossip accounts. Hashtags like #SugarDaddyCurator and #BlackwoodScandal were trending in niche circles. By sunrise, mainstream entertainment blogs had picked it up with headlines like “Billionaire Damien Blackwood Caught in Steamy Video with Young Gallery Curator.” My career was imploding in real time. I sat frozen on the edge of the bed, watching the comments flood in:

she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty. Denton tapped on the computer screen, offering no response. Violet looked down and noticed the file number was identical to the classified paper she had been carefully keeping. With a few clicks, Denton displayed the document on the large screen, revealing the coffee stains Violet had accidentally left. "So, Wickham Group is the source of the leak," Denton concluded. Patrick was taken aback, almost stumbling as he turned to Violet. He stuttered, "Vivi, this..." Violet shook her head weakly, insisting, "It's impossible! Absolutely impossible!"