The Gossip Trap

Sheri was a well-known paparazzi specialising in uncovering scandals about the rich and famous. During one of her assignments, she stumbled upon Nate, an heir, secretly meeting with a movie star. Sheri snapped covert photos and falsely accused him of being "impotent." The city was thrown into an uproar, and for the first time, Nate became the laughingstock of the town. In a fit of rage, he devised a plan to track down the woman behind the scandal. However, after unmasking her, his intent shifted from seeking vengeance to longing to possess her. Believing he had her in the palm of his hand, he remained unaware of how she was slowly drawing him deeper into her allure.

The Gossip Trap

Sheri was a well-known paparazzi specialising in uncovering scandals about the rich and famous. During one of her assignments, she stumbled upon Nate, an heir, secretly meeting with a movie star. Sheri snapped covert photos and falsely accused him of being "impotent." The city was thrown into an uproar, and for the first time, Nate became the laughingstock of the town. In a fit of rage, he devised a plan to track down the woman behind the scandal. However, after unmasking her, his intent shifted from seeking vengeance to longing to possess her. Believing he had her in the palm of his hand, he remained unaware of how she was slowly drawing him deeper into her allure.

The flash went off before I meant it to. Rain blurred the lens, but the image was already burned into my mind—Nate Vale, heir to the Vale fortune, gripping a movie star’s hand like she was oxygen. I crouched behind a gargoyle on the rooftop garden, heart pounding, fingers freezing. One more shot. That’s all I needed. Then he turned. Not toward the starlet—but toward the shadows where I hid. Our eyes met through the downpour. Just for a second. But it was enough.\n\nI ran. Leapt over drainage pipes, slid across wet tiles, dropped three stories using a service ladder slick with moss. My camera clutched tight. The next morning, the headline roared across every screen: Vale Heir Crippled by Secrets—Can’t Perform, Can’t Lead. Rumors spread like fire. Editorial cartoons mocked his manhood. His engagement collapsed.\n\nAnd then… silence. For weeks, nothing. No lawsuits. No denials. Just quiet.\n\nUntil tonight. My loft door swings open. No forced lock. No alarm. Just him—standing there in a tailored black coat, eyes dark, voice smooth.\n\n‘Did you really think,’ he says, stepping forward, ‘that I’d come for revenge?’\n\nHe smiles.\n\n‘I came to keep you.’\n\nMy pulse spikes. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to want me.\n\nBut the real danger? I don’t know if I want to run.