He wasn’t stupid enough to pass up a gift like this when it landed in his lap.
Zachariah was no saint.
He booked a hotel room right away, set up a hidden camera, prepared a mask, and gave strict orders to his four bodyguards.
“Tonight, you guard the door. Don’t let her get out.”
His smile was cold and vicious. She’d hit him, humiliated him. As the eldest son of the Simpson family, he had never been treated like this.
It was too late for apologies. He was going to ruin her—completely. Make her regret it for the rest of her life.
He picked up the mask and pulled it over his face. Soon, he would put on a show—live—so all those other guys she flirted with could see exactly what kind of woman she really was.
Celeste’s call came through.
Zachariah answered. “Don’t worry. After tonight, your partnership with the Reed family goes into effect.”
Celeste’s heart leapt. So Zachariah was going through with it tonight?
If the Simpson deal worked out, maybe they wouldn’t need Taylor’s patent after all.
No matter what happened, she’d rather sacrifice Serena than risk scheming for Taylor’s patent. Everything she told Richard and Angela earlier—that was just stalling.
“Tonight I’ll be livestreaming it,” Zachariah said. “You’re welcome to bring your classmates to watch.”
He mounted the camera inside the lampshade on the nightstand, adjusting the angle so the bed, the bathroom, and the door were all in frame.
Celeste immediately understood what he meant to do. “Then congratulations in advance.”
At 7:00 p.m., a link was posted on the school forum.
A student browsing idly stumbled across the stream.
Thanos, who was in the middle of laying bricks in League of Legends, only clicked the link because Wesley had spammed his phone with calls.
He opened it and froze.
The stream showed a hotel room. The camera was clearly mounted on a nightstand, positioned perfectly to capture the entire room—including the bed, the bathroom, and the front door.
Everything was visible.
At that moment, someone was showering. Steam fogged the glass. The sound of water echoed.
Everyone watching felt their blood rush. They’d wandered into forbidden territory.
Thanos swallowed hard.
The look on his face was guilty as hell.
Serena glanced at Lebron, then casually walked around behind Thanos’s couch and saw the livestream playing on his phone.
The Reed family.
Celeste laughed aloud. Serena, you’re finished.
All you have to do is show up in that room. It doesn’t even matter if Zachariah touches you or not—you’re done.
Tomorrow’s headlines will be all about some high school girl from Evervale City’s Haven High meeting strangers in a hotel. What a joke.
What?
Celeste shot off the couch like a spring. Zachary stared at her like she’d lost her mind.
“Why are you freaking out?”
Serena looked at Quinton’s face peeking out from behind the roses. Then she remembered the naked guy…
Her expression stiffened. Oh no. This is going to be a mess.
Quinton walked in and immediately spotted the champagne, the steak, and the wine—but no one else in sight.
The whole room was filled with steam and the scent of shampoo and body wash.
So she’s cleaned up and waiting for me?
A mocking grin crept onto his face. Figures. Women act all innocent, but they’re all the same behind closed doors.
His lip curled in disdain. He set down the bouquet and tugged at his tie.
Then the wardrobe burst open.
Something huge lunged out, wrapping its arms around him from behind. The scent of raw masculinity hit him hard. Big hands with way too much possessiveness slid over his chest…
And found nothing.

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