Selena thought the scandal was the worst Clara could do. The forged documents, the media storm, the cruel headlines—surely that was enough poison for one woman to spread.
She was wrong.
Clara wasn't content with lies. She wanted destruction.
And her next move would hit Nolan where it hurt most.
It started with a phone call. Nolan's assistant barged into the office mid-meeting, her face pale. "Mr. Sterling… you need to see this."
She handed him a tablet.
A video played across the screen. Clara's voice was unmistakable, sultry and mocking. "Do you really think you can hide forever, Nolan? Secrets have a way of crawling into the light."
The camera shifted.
It showed Nolan entering a hotel room. Not recently—years ago. But the angle, the timing, the implication… it painted a damning picture.
The video cut to Clara herself, lounging on the bed in lingerie, her smile wicked. "He swore he loved me once. But men like Nolan always lie. I wonder what he's told Selena."
The screen went black.
Nolan's hand tightened on the tablet until his knuckles whitened. "She's setting me up."
Selena sat frozen, her chest aching. "Nolan… is it true? Were you with her?"
His head snapped toward her, his eyes burning with fury and desperation. "No! That night—yes, I went to her room. But I never touched her. She tried to trap me then, just like she's trying to trap me now."
Selena wanted to believe him. But the images were burned into her mind, and doubt whispered cruelly in her ear.
"Everyone will think otherwise," she said softly.
"I don't give a damn what they think," Nolan growled. He cupped her face, forcing her to meet his gaze. "The only one I need to believe me is you."
That night, their emotions boiled over.
Selena paced the bedroom, torn between trust and fear. Nolan followed, his eyes wild.
"You can't keep shutting me out," he snapped. "If you doubt me, say it. If you don't believe me, tell me. But don't pretend like you're not breaking inside."
She spun on him, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Of course I'm breaking! Clara keeps throwing these bombs at us, and every time I think we're safe, another lie explodes in my face. I don't know what's real anymore!"
Nolan's chest heaved. "I'll show you what's real."
Before she could protest, he closed the distance, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was equal parts fury and devotion. His hands ripped at her clothes, desperate, his mouth bruising hers.
Selena fought him for a heartbeat, her fists pounding his chest, but her resistance crumbled under the sheer force of his need. She moaned into his mouth, her body yielding even as her heart warred.
"Nolan—"
"Feel me," he growled, his hand sliding between her thighs, stroking her slick heat. "Feel how real this is. Clara can fake papers, fake videos, but she can't fake this."
Selena cried out as his fingers worked her relentlessly, pleasure flooding through her. Her legs trembled, her nails dug into his shoulders.
"Say you believe me," he demanded, his lips on her neck, sucking hard.
"I—" Her words dissolved into a moan as he thrust two fingers deep inside her, curling them just right. "Nolan!"
"Say it," he groaned, his pace quickening.
"I believe you!" she screamed, her climax ripping through her.
He didn't stop. He lifted her, carried her to the bed, and entered her in one deep, powerful thrust. Selena gasped, clinging to him as he pounded into her, every stroke fierce, desperate, claiming.
"You're mine," he growled in her ear. "Not hers. Not anyone's. Mine."
"Yes," she sobbed, her body shattering around him again. "Yours!"
Their cries mingled, the room filled with the sound of groans, gasps, and skin slapping against skin. Nolan's release came with a roar, his body trembling as he buried himself deep inside her.
They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts hammering.
After, Selena lay in his arms, tears still on her cheeks. "If that video goes public…"
Nolan kissed her forehead. "Then I'll fight. With proof, with everything I have. Clara won't destroy us."
Selena closed her eyes, whispering the words she wanted so desperately to be true. "She can't destroy what's real."
But in her gut, she knew Clara's strike had only just landed.
And the fallout would be deadly.
Clara escalated the game here, moving from rumors to damning video evidence. The intimacy in this chapter was explosive—born from pain, anger, and the desperate need to hold on. This was a chapter where love-making was survival, raw and unforgettable.
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The video leaks. Nolan's empire trembles. Selena faces a brutal choice: stand by him and be dragged into the fire, or walk away before Clara's lies consume them both.