Damien’s POV
Olivia’s voice was tight, almost strangled.
“You should see this.”
The tablet was thrust into my hands, her knuckles white around the edges. I glanced down…and my stomach dropped like lead.
My face. My fists. Mark’s bloodied, pathetic groaning beneath me. Every blow replayed in crisp HD, different angles, different cuts, like some f*****g highlight reel of rage. Someone had edited it with captions: “Corporate Monster Exposed”.
The comments section burned brighter than the video itself:
“Who put this man in charge?”
“Voss Inc. profits built on violence.”
“Is this how he handles business rivals? Mafia-style?”
The narrative was already snowballing. Fast.
“Who the f**k leaked this?” My voice was low, dangerous, because if I let it out, I might snap the tablet into two.
