Gracie didn’t waste any time once the decision settled in her mind.
She sat on the edge of the bed for a moment longer, staring at the dark screen of her streaming phone.
The earlier anger was still there, but it had cooled into something more controlled. She reached up, fixed a few loose strands of hair, then adjusted the small ring light she always kept near the bed. The lighting in the Airbnb wasn’t perfect, but it was soft enough to work in her favor.
She opened the app and went live.
In the first few seconds, the viewer count jumped past two thousand. The number kept climbing almost immediately.
People were still talking about her earlier stream, so the moment her name appeared online again, they flooded in.
Notifications stacked on top of each other as the chat began moving.
This time, her expression was different.
She didn’t greet anyone right away. She just looked into the camera, quiet, her face softer than usual.
The sharp confidence she normally carried was gone. In its place was something more subdued, almost tired. She let the silence stretch for several seconds, knowing exactly what it would do. Her audience hated silence. It made them uneasy. It made them ask questions.
And that was what she wanted.
Meanwhile, back at the house, Mia and Daisy were sitting close together on the couch, both still scrolling through different comment sections and news clips about the sudden drop in Switch’s numbers.
The atmosphere in the living room had been tense for a while already.
Then the notification appeared on Mia’s screen.
She stopped scrolling.
"She’s live again," she said.
Daisy leaned over immediately. "Already? She just went offline not long ago."
They exchanged a quick look. Neither of them needed to say more. Both of them stood up at the same time and headed straight for the kitchen.
"Lucas!"
"Lucas!"
Lucas was standing near the counter with a bottle of water in one hand and his phone in the other.
He had been quietly thinking through possible moves against Durnik, still calm despite the earlier chaos. The sudden urgency in their voices made him turn around.
"What is it now?" he asked.
Mia walked up to him quickly and held out her phone.
"Gracie is live again."
Lucas took the phone and glanced down at the screen. His first reaction was pure irritation.
’This bitch... does she ever stop?’
But as he kept watching, he noticed the difference almost immediately. Her face didn’t carry the same arrogant energy from the earlier stream. There was no smirk. No sharp tone. She looked quieter, more restrained, like someone about to say something uncomfortable.
That change alone was enough to hold his attention.
"Come," he said simply.
They moved back into the living room. Lucas sat down on the couch, and the three girls gathered around him without hesitation.
Mia settled against his left side, her body pressed close enough that he could feel the soft weight of her chest against his arm.
Daisy sat on his right, leaning in to see the screen. Debbie stood behind the couch for a moment before resting her arms near his shoulder so she could watch as well.
All of them focused on the phone.
On the livestream, the viewer count had already climbed past two million. The chat was moving so fast it was nearly unreadable.
Gracie finally spoke.
"Hey... guys," she said softly.
The chat erupted.
Messages poured in asking if she was okay, why she looked like that, and what had happened since the last stream.
Some people were already speculating. Others were telling her to take her time. She watched the comments scroll for a few seconds before continuing.
"I need to talk about the livestream from earlier," she said. Her voice was calm, but there was a careful weight behind it. "The one about Switch."
She paused and looked down briefly, as if gathering her thoughts.
"I didn’t want to make that video."
The chat slowed for half a second, then exploded with even more questions.
Gracie continued, her tone steady.
"I was forced to make it. That wasn’t something I chose on my own. My safety was threatened. I was told that if I didn’t cooperate, things would go badly for me."
The speculation in the chat turned sharper. People began throwing out names. Some mentioned wealthy investors.
Others pointed toward people connected to major platforms. A few comments already started circling around TikTok’s leadership.
Lucas remained quiet, eyes fixed on the screen.
Gracie lifted a hand and lightly brushed her cheek, a small gesture that looked emotional even without real tears. It was subtle, but effective. The chat responded immediately with support and anger.
"It wasn’t only threats," she said after a moment. "For a long time, there were also sexual advances. Messages I didn’t ask for. Pictures. Videos. Persistent requests to meet privately."
The viewer count continued to climb as clips from the stream began spreading outside the app. People were already sharing her words across other platforms.
This time, Gracie didn’t feel even a second of hesitation.
That old idiot had tried to scam her after using her, so she was going to make sure he regretted it properly. If he wanted to play dirty, then she had no reason to hold back.
For months, Durnik had been circling around her like a desperate old man. He kept asking her to come over, kept trying to push the conversation in a sexual direction, and every time the talk got dirty enough, he would send her pictures and videos of his dick.
The problem was that there was almost nothing to look at.
What he kept sending her was a small, fat little cock that barely reached two inches even when it was fully hard.
Every time one of those videos came in, Gracie would stare at the screen in pure disbelief before continuing the conversation like nothing was wrong.
She would reply with fake dirty messages, keep him excited, and watch as another transfer landed in her account.
She never planned to meet him.
She only kept the act going because the money was easy.
And while she was at it, she quietly saved everything. Every short, sad video. Every picture of that tiny thing he was so proud of. She had been holding onto them for exactly this kind of moment.
Now the moment had arrived.
Gracie reached for her second phone, a cold little smile forming on her face as she looked into the camera.
If Durnik wanted to embarrass her and cheat her out of her money, then it was only fair that his proud little secret got to meet a few million people as well.
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