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she muttered. She took the phone from Antonia's hand. "No!" she barked and stumbled back. "It can't be, it can't be," Athena muttered. "My lady, I hate to break it to you. The video was leaked by an anonymous person; I tracked it, and it was Mitari Tonlas—Tari's sister," Antonia said, watching Athena's face closely. "That bitch! First she sabotaged my plan and caused the accident, now she is leaking a fucking sex tape! A sex tape!" Chief Athena yelled and threw the phone toward the window.

Violet POV. I wanted to be alone for a bit, I wanted to get away from Evander, or daddy, or whatever his name is, I just wanted to be left alone. I was hurt, I felt betrayed, I felt like I was dealt a bad deal, why didn't he tell me who he is? I always thought I'd be alone, I was sure no one wants me, I was sure not on earth and not in space, but he was there.

Now, it'll be hard to find that girl since there's no record of her. Violet knew that it might stir him up as it stirred her up when she watched the videos that she took with Victor. It was supposed to be private but somehow EPUA managed to hack her things for a week to get through it. She's just glad that they couldn't hack the very private ones. Now, she has to show it to him. <><><><>

Gossip blogs exploded. And Nathan Cross? He took the bait. By nightfall, a private but “accidentally” leaked video hit the dark web—a grainy shot of Leila at Whitmore Park. No audio, just her silhouette and Nathan’s unmistakable profile. The implication was clear. Leila was disloyal. She’d been meeting with his rival. The press had a field day. What Nathan didn’t know was that the entire leak was traced. And now Adrian knew exactly which of Nathan’s fake corporations had uploaded it.

It shattered into a hundred glittering pieces. Outside, the world was feasting on their ruin. Headlines screamed across every major outlet: “ASHFORD HEIR’S OFFICE SEX SCANDAL: Explicit Photos Leak—Fiancée Aurelia Vance Devastated” “From Power Couple to Public Disgrace: How Owen Ashford Threw Away a Billion-Dollar Empire” “Homewrecker Revealed: Silea Vance’s Long History of Targeting Her Sister Exposed” The photos were everywhere—high-resolution, merciless. Owen’s bare back, Silea’s legs wrapped around him, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Nothing blurred. Nothing censored. The internet didn’t forgive, and it certainly didn’t forget.

he asked after she sat down. Violet told him that she wanted to withdraw all the money in her account and close down the account. The manager didn't seem happy and he asked her the reason she wanted to do that. "It's for personal reasons," She replied. The manager, seeing that he couldn't persuade her not to do the withdrawal, asked for her name and when he heard her name, he felt something familiar about it. When he looked at his computer system to see Violet's account, he immediately recognized the account. That was the account Jason Clarksville had called him to wire a huge amount of money into from his account. He could remember that Jason had told him that Violet was his wife.

“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.

she said, her cheeks flushing slightly. “ why did you change what you wanted to say?” I asked, my eyes narrowing slightly. “It’s nothing, argh.” “Well that’s not the case , Isla has an OnlyFans. She masturbates with sex toys online and she has 25 million subscribers,” she said flatly. I was stunned. “She was even live yesterday.” “Damn, that’s crazy,” I said, shaking my head slowly. “I know, right. I even screen-recorded it. I’d humiliate her just the way she humiliated me,” Maya said, her jaw clenching.

“You accuse others of misconduct, but let’s talk about yours. I have proof that you misused gallery funds during your marriage to Jason. Documents. Emails. You funneled money to personal accounts while pretending to be the devoted wife. And now you’re here accepting honors like you’re innocent?” Gasps rippled through the crowd. My stomach dropped. “That’s not true. I never…” Violet pulled out her phone and held it up. A screenshot flashed on the screen … bank transfers with my name on them. They looked real. Too real. “I have more,” she said, eyes gleaming with triumph. “You’re a fraud, Aria. You destroyed Jason’s life and now you’re trying to destroy the art world too.” Cameras flashed wild

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