Chapter 8: The Real Villain

The anonymous text hit my phone like a sucker punch while I was still catching my breath in the elevator up to Marcus's penthouse. The video is real. Choose your side, Elena. Or everyone sees. My fingers trembled as I reread it, the words blurring with the motion of the rising floors. Video? Of what—our frantic fucks in the office, his cock slamming into me over the conference table? Or something buried deeper in his history, the kind of dirt that could drag us ...