LENA'S POV

My fingers froze on the phone screen. The video played on loop in my head even after I paused it—my voice moaning Marcus’s name like a desperate slut, his thick cock slamming into me from behind against that door, cum dripping down my thighs while I begged him to breed me. Clear. Damning. Loud enough for anyone to hear.

“Send it and you’re dead,” Marcus snarled at the phone, but Alex had already hung up. The message sat there: *Double the money in the next hour or this hits every family chat and your socials. Pregnant whore and her stepbrother. Nice.*

I dropped the phone on the desk,...