"Someone is blackmailing us." Hannah's voice cracked as she paced across Anola's private study, her silk nightgown swishing around her ankles. "These photos... they'll destroy everything."
It was 2 AM. The mansion had finally settled into uneasy silence after the chaos of the failed rehearsal dinner. The three of them gathered in secret—Hannah trembling, Anola sitting rigidly at her desk, and Atlas standing by the door like a sentinel.
Anola's fingers whitened around her glass of scotch. "Keep your voice down. The walls in this house have always had ears." Her eyes darted toward Atlas. "We needed to speak with you immediately. Show him, Hannah."
Hannah thrust her phone toward Atlas, the screen displaying an image that made her cheeks burn with shame. Her, on her knees, face twisted in e
