Chapter 19: The Reckoning Begins
The penthouse feels like a war room at 3 a.m.
Damian’s pacing again, barefoot on the marble, shirt untucked, sleeves rolled up, the scar on his side still pink under the dim lights. I’m sitting on the couch with my knees pulled up, wrapped in one of his hoodies that still smells like him, trying to breathe through the panic that’s been sitting on my chest since the video dropped.
Marcus is on speakerphone from the security wing downstairs.
“Video’s at 92 million views,” he says, voice flat. “Mirrored on every major p**n site, gossip forum, and private Telegram group. We’re killing what we can, but it’s like trying to put out a forest fire with a water pistol.”
Damian stops pacing.
“Claudia,” he says. “The camera was hers. She kept the footage.”
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