Marvin kept his gaze locked on Franco, a cold smile spread across his face as he lifted his phone. “You know, Franco, I think it’s time your followers see the truth for themselves.” He said. With a few quick taps, he followed Franco’s social media page, which was filled with his flashy posts, boasting about his “awesome” life and taunting others with his confidence.Within moments, Marvin began uploading a series of files. The first was an audio recording—It was Franco’s own voice, clear as day, commanding another young man to act against his will. The crowd around them grew quiet, and the live stream viewers leaned in closer, their eyes were widening with every word they heard.Then, Marvin posted a series of images—screenshots of private conversations, x rated pictures and BDSM torture pictures towards young men under his spell. Each one painted a picture of a dark side to Franco that none of his fans had ever imagined.But the real shock came when Marvin uploaded the final piece
Some followers were furious. "I wasted years of my life following this guy, believing all his lies! We all deserve an apology!"Others felt betrayed on a deeper level. "I thought Franco cared about his fans, but he was just using us to hide his twisted side. How many more people like him are out there pretending to be heroes?"The comments section was also filled with calls for justice. "He has to pay for this," one person demanded. "This isn't just some mistake or bad decision. This is a crime. A serious crime."A new hashtag started trending quickly on the net: "#ProsecuteFrancoNow". People were using it to demand that Franco face greater consequences for everything he had done. The hashtag was shared thousands of times, and soon it was everywhere—on every platform, and in every conversation in Westwood.Franco’s face on the live stream was pale, his eyes were wide with fear as he realized the gravity of what was happening. His carefully crafted persona was crumbling right before
"Hey, you guessed right." She noticed his hesitation. "Come on Marvin, hop on, let me gift you a lift." She said.Marvin hesitated for a moment as he looked at Stella and then back at the sleek car. His instincts told him to be careful. He didn’t know her well, and this whole thing seemed a bit too convenient. But with the evening shadows stretching across the pavement and the cool breeze brushing against his face, he slowly decided to take the chance. He nodded, still cautious, and opened the door to the passenger seat.As he slid in, Marvin couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. He glanced around the interior, taking in the scent of leather mixed with a faint hint of some expensive perfume. The car was spotless, with sleek black seats and high-tech gadgets lining the dashboard. Stella seemed to be watching him closely, and a subtle smile was still on her lips.“So, where do you stay?” Stella asked, her voice was smooth and unhurried.Marvin kept his answer brief. “Ju
Stella swallowed hard, and she could feel her heart racing. “Um, sorry, I just thought we could grab some food at a restaurant along this path.” She said nervously, as her voice was almost a whisper.Marvin didn’t seem to appreciate the suggestion. “Did I tell you that I was hungry?” he grunted, and his tone was filled with irritation.“Come on, Marvin.” She pressed on, trying to sound lighthearted. “It would be nice if we just grabbed a bite. You look hungry.”Marvin’s patience was wearing thin. He turned to her, and his eyes were now flashing with anger. “Pull over!” He demanded. “I’ll find my way. You’re acting weird, and I’m not having it.”Stella felt a wave of hurt wash over her. She had been trying to be nice, to find a way to connect with him, but he had no regard for her kindness. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, and her mind was racing with what to do next. She had two choices: either pull over and let him go or continue driving and insist they get food.Taking a de
A few days later, Stella sat nervously in the reception area of Orion Dynamics, checking her watch every few minutes. She glanced at the clock on the wall—Marvin was late. Her fingers tapped on her phone screen, and she quickly dialed his number. The phone rang, but Marvin didn’t pick up. She sighed, as her hands started sweating. This was a huge day for her, and the conglomerate groups from Navauria were already inside the building. Stella wiped her palms on her skirt and tried to take a deep breath. The waiting room felt too hot, and her heart was pounding in her chest.Finally, the glass doors slid open, and Marvin walked in. He was casually dressed in a plain white t-shirt, a clean pair of jeans, and some black Vans shoes. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his face carried that calm, confident expression she’d always admired.Stella’s heart nearly skipped a beat. She felt lightheaded for a moment as she watched him stride toward her, each step confident and sure. For
Stella clenched her jaw, struggling to keep her frustration in check. She turned sharply on her heel, motioning for Marvin to follow her. Her hands were trembling slightly as she pushed open the large, frosted glass doors that led to the boardroom. Marvin strolled behind her, seemingly unconcerned.As Stella and Marvin entered the boardroom, there was a brief, nervous exchange between them. Stella glanced at Marvin and whispered, "You’ve got everything, right?" Marvin nodded calmly. "Of course, don’t worry." Stella, who was trying to keep her cool, felt a slight twinge of doubt. I hope nothing goes wrong, she thought, swallowing the lump in her throat as they approached the table of the Navaurian CEOs.The CEOs of the most powerful conglomerates in Navauria sat around a long, polished wooden table. The CEO of Teocipar Consortium, a stern-looking woman in a sleek gray suit, was tapping away on her tablet. The representatives from Tonanzilovic Holdings and Ixchelović Group were bu
Marvin felt his heart skip a beat as he realized that the flash drive wasn't in his pocket. His fingers moved over the empty fabric again, hoping to find it, but it was nowhere to be found. He didn't let his expression change—his years of experience had taught him to stay calm in front of an audience, no matter the situation."Okay." Marvin said smoothly, "it seems I’ll have to make this presentation without any projection."Stella's eyes widened in alarm, but Marvin gave her a quick, reassuring look. He straightened up and faced the CEOs. "No problem. Let me walk you through the core ideas of the advanced cosmic energy proposal."He began speaking, laying out the basics of the project with a calm, confident tone. Marvin began, his voice steady and clear. “The advanced cosmic energy proposal revolves around using cosmic rays—high-energy particles that hit Earth all the time. Unlike solar or wind power, cosmic energy is available 24/7—”Before he could continue, the CEO of Ixchelov
Marvin slid his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone, as his calm expression was unchanged. As the CEOs gathered their things, murmuring quietly among themselves, Stella caught the glint in his eye—something was about to happen. He turned away from the room slightly and made a call, his voice was smooth and steady."Hello, Mr. Marvin," came the voice from the other end, crackling faintly through the phone’s speaker."Hello, Mr. CJ," Marvin replied, with an even tone. "I hope they’re here?""Yes, sir. I’m at the Orion Dynamics building now.""Good," Marvin nodded, glancing briefly toward the CEOs who were still exchanging pleasantries as they prepared to leave. "Get in quick, we’re in the boardroom.""On my way," CJ confirmed before the line went dead.Stella furrowed her brow. Mr. CJ? Who was he? And why was he at the Orion Dynamics building—her company’s headquarters? The CEOs, too, seemed perplexed. Marvin's sudden shift in tone, the air of secrecy, all left a strange te