"Where am I? What is this place?" she murmured, pretending not to notice the countless eyes locked onto her. She acted oblivious to the growing tension in the room, as if she had no idea anyone else was there.
However, what she failed to realize was that she was still completely exposed—her bare body laid out in full view of the gathered paparazzi, both n and won, their caras capturing every humiliating detail.
The blast of cold air from the AC sent a shiver down Alice’s spine. It was only then, as goosebumps prickled her bare skin, that the horrifying realization dawned on her—she was completely naked, exposed to a room full of paparazzi.
A bloodcurdling scream tore from her throat as she scrambled to grab the blanket, desperate to cover herself. But no matter how hard she pulled, it wouldn’t budge—the two n beside her had unknowingly pinned it down with their weight.
Panic surged through her as she frantically searched for anything—anything—to shield herself from the mortifying gazes locked onto her.
Her trembling hands finally found a pillow, and she clutched it tightly against her chest, her body curling inward as tears welled in her eyes. This ti, the tears were real. No pretense, no act—just raw humiliation swallowing her whole.
She could already picture the headlines, the viral posts, the trending hashtags that would soon flood every social dia platform. And to make matters worse, she wasn’t alone.
From the other room, a second scream echoed through the hallway, confirming what the paparazzi had already suspected—there wasn’t just one scandal unfolding at the Dragon Palace Hotel, but two.
Fortunately for them, they had dispatched reporters to both rooms, ensuring they captured every single mont of this explosive, career-shattering scoop.
The only thing keeping Alice from completely losing her sanity was the fact that the two n beside her were still fast asleep. The man on her left had his back turned to her, while the one on her right lay sprawled on his stomach, his face buried in a pillow.
The evidence of the previous night was undeniable. Intimate red scratches marred the n’s backs, unmistakably left by a woman’s long nails.
Alice herself was covered in red and purple kiss marks, trailing from her neck down to her collarbones. Faint bruises decorated her waist and thighs, further confirming what had transpired.
And if there was still any doubt, the most damning proof of all was the man who had only just rolled onto his back—re seconds ago, he had still been inside her.
Seeing the two n beside her still unconscious, Alice began to cry as she called out desperately, "Zhane, Dave, wake up..." Her voice trembled with sobs, her tear-streaked face filled with helplessness.
It was only then that the paparazzi finally tore their eyes away from Alice and shifted their focus to the n lying beside her.
"You calling ?"
A familiar, exhausted, and irritated voice resounded around the tight space room.
Alice’s face lit up with relief, a hopeful smile breaking through her tears as she turned toward the sound—only to freeze in utter shock.
Dave, the man who was supposed to be sleeping beside her, was instead standing behind the paparazzi, fully dressed and very much awake.
The room fell into a stunned silence. Even the paparazzi, who had been so focused on the scandalous scene, were caught off guard. None of them had noticed Dave enter, nor had they seen him anywhere earlier.
But now that Dave was here... then who was the man lying beside Alice?
Two of the braver paparazzi stepped forward, exchanging a quick glance before simultaneously pushing the two unconscious n onto their backs, revealing their faces to the crowd.
Gasp!
Shock rippled through the tight space as a collective gasp filled the room. The two n lying beside Alice weren’t Zhane and Dave at all.
Just as the realization dawned on everyone, another figure strolled in from outside the hotel room. Zhane, looking tired and slightly disheveled, walked in at a leisurely pace.
Despite his exhaustion, there was a smug glint in his eyes—one that held no pity as he looked at Alice, as if, in his mind, she was already as good as ruined.
"No... no... no... This can’t be," Alice muttered, her voice trembling as the horrifying realization sank in. She had slept with two n—n who weren’t Dave or Zhane. Her face shifted through a spectrum of colors—white from shock, green from nausea, then red and purple from sheer humiliation.
She looked as if she was about to pass out.
"Why can’t it be?" Dave asked coolly, tilting his head as he watched her unravel. His tone was casual, but the sharp edge beneath it was unmistakable. "Were you expecting to wake up next to and Zhane instead? Now, why would that be?" His mischievous grin held a dangerous glint, amusent laced with sothing far more chilling.
"No, this can’t be... I was sure that last night, it was you two with . Otherwise, how would I have even spent the night—"
Alice abruptly bit her tongue, but the damage was already done. Her words had spilled out, leaving no room for denial.
The implication was crystal clear—she had fully believed she was in bed with Zhane and Dave, and worse, she had likely orchestrated the entire setup.
The paparazzi, seasoned veterans in the business of scandals, exchanged knowing glances. They had witnessed countless sches before, and it didn’t take much to piece together the truth.
Alice had clearly tried to trap the two young masters, likely drugging them and tipping off the dia to force them into taking responsibility. But instead of waking up to a successful sche, she had walked straight into her own downfall.
"Funny! I didn’t even sleep in this hotel, so how could I have slept with you?" Dave scoffed, his tone dripping with mockery. "But you know what’s even funnier? Soone saw being dragged into this hotel while I was barely conscious."
"Lucky for , they recognized as the Young Minister and felt it was their duty to step in. They got dical help for my friends and just in ti, which is why we’re perfectly fine this morning."
Dave took a step forward, his sharp gaze locked onto Alice. "But to think that soone actually tried to drug and my friends last night... How bold. So people really have grand dreams—trying to beco the mistress of both the Carson and Everett families at the sa ti. But dreaming big doesn’t an you have the ability to make it a reality."
Zhane, standing beside him with an expression of quiet nace, didn’t say a word—but the fact that he wasn’t stopping Dave from speaking made it clear that he shared the sa stance.
In the other room, Rafael radiated a nacing aura, like a lion poised to strike its prey. His sharp, penetrating gaze bore down on the scene before him, sending a chill through the woman on the bed. She trembled in fear, her breath hitching as she realized the gravity of the situation.
Her terror only deepened when she saw Rafael standing among the paparazzi, his presence a stark contrast to the unconscious man sprawled beside her. The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning—she had been caught in the very trap she had set for Rafael, and there was no way out.
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