Chapter 66 The Fall of the Golden Daughter


    Aurelia’s POV


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    On the screen, a muscr man towered over the woman beneath him. His pants were absurdly pooled around his ankles, while her legs clung tightly around his waist.


    The pounding rhythm, the shameful, uninhibited moans–there was no mistaking just how wild and depraved their act was.


    “Oh my God, this–this is Aubrey’s room! Aubrey?!” I gasped dramatically, covering my mouth. “She’s actually sleeping with the doctor!”


    But my thrill of triumph didn’t evenst a full second-


    The man shifted, and with one cruel twist of fate, the woman’s face turned directly to the camera–exposed in perfect rity on the giant screen for all to see.


    “Bailey!”


    Someone in the room screamed.


    I froze as if struck by lightning. My mind went nk, blood rushed to my head–only to drain away the very next second.


    The face on the screen, twisted in lust and moaning in abandon… wasn’t Aubrey.


    It was my daughter. My pride. My precious Bailey.


    And worse–she was staring directly into the hidden surveince camera. Every guest in the room had seen it. Every lewd, filthy second of it, in full HD, on a 120–inch disy.


    Oh, f*ck. This wasn’t the n.


    The blood in my body surged backward.


    Before anyone could react, I snatched up a heavy ashtray from the table and hurled it at the screen with all my might.


    “Baileyyyy!!” I screamed, a screech so raw and warped it didn’t even sound like my voice anymore.


    It was over. My Bailey. Her reputation. Her future.


    All destroyed.


    Aubrey’s POV


    Tch. So the lead actress of this little/adult drama has finally been revealed.


    Suppressing a smirk, I reached for the golden acupuncture needle I’d inserted earlier–part of my dry needling technique to control the drug’s effects. It couldn’t eliminate the heat surging through my body, but it gave me enough time to manage this part of the n.


    Aurelia’s shrill, broken scream echoed like a siren. No doubt Bailey heard it–her moaning cut off in an instant. Momentster, she stumbled out of the bathroom, disoriented and panicked. I stayed hidden in the shadows of the balcony. In her frenzied rush, she didn’t even notice me. She threw on her clothes


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    Chapter 66 The Fall of the Golden Daughter


    haphazardly and bolted downstairs.


    I didn’t bother checking on Jimmy. I followed her.


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    Downstairs, the living room felt like a frozen tomb. Bailey stood there, pale as a ghost, trembling like a dead leaf in a storm. She clung to Aurelia, who was just as stricken, her face drained of color.


    The expensive TV was now a smoking wreck, shards of ss and stic strewn across the floor. But smashing the screen couldn’t undo what had already been burned into everyone’s minds. That live, unfiltered, uncensored disy of carnal disgrace would forever haunt this room–and fuel endless gossip throughout the Dark Moon Pack.


    And Bailey?


    From this moment forward, she would always <i>be </i>known as <i>that </i><i>girl</i>. The one who starred in a public <i>sex </i>tape. The one whose performance was livestreamed for an entire party to see. A disgrace that would follow her to the grave.


    Ha. A wave of cold, gleeful satisfaction surged through me. I nearlyughed out loud.


    Then Bailey saw me. Hatred burst into her eyes like wildfire.


    “Aubrey! You b*tch! Why did you do this to me?!”


    Aurelia, recovering from the shock, turned her fury on me as well.


    “Aubrey! You’ve done enough to ruin my life–why would you go after your own sister too?! How can you be so heartless?!”


    Trying to pin this all on me?


    How typical.


    “I ruined her?”


    I nced at them with a faint smirk, voice like frost. “Was I the one who invited Jimmy, that ‘doctor,‘ into our home? Was I the one who installed hidden cameras in the bathroom? Was I the one who came rushing in to broadcast the whole thing in front of a live audience?”


    My words weren’t loud, but each one cut like ice–honed des–shredding through their lies and exposing the pathetic, desperate me–shifting for what it was.


    Aurelia’s lips quivered furiously, but she couldn’t get a word out.


    Because everything I said was true.


    “You reap what you sow,” E, my wolf, growled from deep within, her voiceced with scornful disdain.


    “What a masterpiece of filth. Disgusting, but oh so satisfying.”


    Her words couldn’t have been more urate.


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