The Idol’s Mommy Kink - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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It took me three full days to piece together the domino effect of that nightmare.
The day Julian Ashcroft jumped, four explosive headlines took over every screen:
Julian Ashcroft: The Monster Who Tortured Actress Vanessa Lefèvre in His Basement
Poor Vanessa—His Girlfriend Deserved So Much Better
Julian's Suicide: A Coward's Exit, No Mercy for the Guilty
"Emotional Release Therapists" Exposed—Just High-Class Escorts in Disguise
The internet erupted. Julian was branded a soulless predator. Vanessa? A tragic victim, her body and heart violated by a monster.
Overnight, Vanessa—a D-list actress famous only for her tabloid flings with A-listers—became the internet's sweetheart. And the spotlight didn't dim.
Three days later, news broke: Vanessa had landed the lead in a major film.
That's when I knew something was rotten.
I barged into the agency, fury burning through me.
"This was all your plan, wasn't it?"
She smirked, waving security over to pat me down. Only after they confirmed I wasn't wired did she lean back, scrolling through the flood of praise on her phone.
"Since you're so desperate for answers," she said, voice icy, "that bag was always meant for Adrian Roland. I knew he'd give it to you."
I kept my voice steady. "Because I look like Julian's mother?"
"Not as dumb as you seem." She laughed. "Did you know Adrian was in love with Julian? He replaced Julian's entire staff just to stay close. Then he found you—somehow. And what luck—you're the spitting image of the woman Julian lost at eight years old. He actually called you 'Mom,' didn't he? Pathetic."
She flicked her nails. "But Julian hated Adrian. What straight alpha male wouldn't recoil from another man's obsession? Then fate played its little joke—Julian developed erectile dysfunction. His mind snapped. That's why he took it out on me."
Her grin turned vicious. "But the real twist? Adrian's bisexual. He actually slept with you. Doesn't matter. I got the footage I needed. That bag had a hidden camera. After your night with Adrian, I made sure to retrieve it."
"Now you're tainted forever. And Julian? He'll keep drowning in cyberbullying. Or maybe he'll just kill himself again."
She leaned in. "In this game, I win."
With that, security tossed me out.
Vanessa was the internet's darling now, the agency's golden girl. Everyone bowed to her. I was just a mocked "therapist"—beneath her notice.
Outside, I called Adrian.
"How much did you capture?"
His laugh was smooth. "Every word. Vanessa forgot I'm the agency's majority shareholder. Watch the show."
Two days earlier, Adrian had tracked me down. One last favor, he'd said. His price? A hefty payout.
That's why I confronted Vanessa.
Just as planned, our leaked conversation flipped the script. The internet turned on her.
But Julian's sins weren't forgiven.
Days later, at the airport, I checked my seven-figure bank balance and left the wreckage behind.
The day Julian Ashcroft jumped, four explosive headlines took over every screen:
Julian Ashcroft: The Monster Who Tortured Actress Vanessa Lefèvre in His Basement
Poor Vanessa—His Girlfriend Deserved So Much Better
Julian's Suicide: A Coward's Exit, No Mercy for the Guilty
"Emotional Release Therapists" Exposed—Just High-Class Escorts in Disguise
The internet erupted. Julian was branded a soulless predator. Vanessa? A tragic victim, her body and heart violated by a monster.
Overnight, Vanessa—a D-list actress famous only for her tabloid flings with A-listers—became the internet's sweetheart. And the spotlight didn't dim.
Three days later, news broke: Vanessa had landed the lead in a major film.
That's when I knew something was rotten.
I barged into the agency, fury burning through me.
"This was all your plan, wasn't it?"
She smirked, waving security over to pat me down. Only after they confirmed I wasn't wired did she lean back, scrolling through the flood of praise on her phone.
"Since you're so desperate for answers," she said, voice icy, "that bag was always meant for Adrian Roland. I knew he'd give it to you."
I kept my voice steady. "Because I look like Julian's mother?"
"Not as dumb as you seem." She laughed. "Did you know Adrian was in love with Julian? He replaced Julian's entire staff just to stay close. Then he found you—somehow. And what luck—you're the spitting image of the woman Julian lost at eight years old. He actually called you 'Mom,' didn't he? Pathetic."
She flicked her nails. "But Julian hated Adrian. What straight alpha male wouldn't recoil from another man's obsession? Then fate played its little joke—Julian developed erectile dysfunction. His mind snapped. That's why he took it out on me."
Her grin turned vicious. "But the real twist? Adrian's bisexual. He actually slept with you. Doesn't matter. I got the footage I needed. That bag had a hidden camera. After your night with Adrian, I made sure to retrieve it."
"Now you're tainted forever. And Julian? He'll keep drowning in cyberbullying. Or maybe he'll just kill himself again."
She leaned in. "In this game, I win."
With that, security tossed me out.
Vanessa was the internet's darling now, the agency's golden girl. Everyone bowed to her. I was just a mocked "therapist"—beneath her notice.
Outside, I called Adrian.
"How much did you capture?"
His laugh was smooth. "Every word. Vanessa forgot I'm the agency's majority shareholder. Watch the show."
Two days earlier, Adrian had tracked me down. One last favor, he'd said. His price? A hefty payout.
That's why I confronted Vanessa.
Just as planned, our leaked conversation flipped the script. The internet turned on her.
But Julian's sins weren't forgiven.
Days later, at the airport, I checked my seven-figure bank balance and left the wreckage behind.
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