Leah's POV
I tapped into the gallery without hesitation. If she had nothing to hide, then she wouldn't care….right?
But the moment the screen loaded, my breath caught, my fingers froze and my mouth tightened.
Shock twisted and turned into disgust so fast it made my stomach turn.
Videos.
Dozens of them.
All lined up like a private collection. Like…..trophies.
Vanessa. With different men.
Some of the videos were old and blurry, some with poor lighting, But others were recent. Crystal clear. The dates not too long ago.
She was with them in bedrooms, in hotel rooms, sometimes even in public spaces she must've thought were good.
And she kept them.
Organized and catalogued them. Like they were memories she was proud of.
I scrolled.
And scrolled.
It didn't end.
Each new clip added another tear in the image of the girl everyone adored and loved. The perfect daughter. The cherished bride to be.
It was almost...never-ending.
What shocked me the most, what made my blood run cold, was that there wasn't a single video of Ace.
Not even one.
For someone so obsessed with him, so eager to show their love and he was nowhere in her collection. Maybe she hadn't succeeded with him yet.
I closed the gallery, my face twisted in disgust, and I kept digging.
I tapped into her files, her folders hidden deeper in her phone. The kind you don't come across by accident. Folders she clearly never expected anyone to see. She did have something to hide.
And that's when I found them, documents. Statements. Screenshots of bank transfers, staggering amounts of money moved between accounts. Over and over.
I scrolled faster, my pulse racing and then it clicked.
The names.
The men from the videos.
She wasn't just sleeping with them, Vanessa was extorting them, draining them dry, transaction by transaction.
And the whole time, she played the innocent bride-to-be.
My sister wasn't just cheating, she was calculated, cold and ruthless.
And for the first time….. I realized I hadn't even touched the surface of what she was truly capable of.
There were chat logs, too.
Long, explicit with different names and some I recognized from the videos, others probably just toys in her little empire of secrets. The messages were calculated and each line laced with manipulation. Promises. Lies. Carefully planned traps.
It was too much.
Too much to read.
Too much to process.
Too much not to keep.
I pulled out my phone, my fingers calm, despite everything building inside me.
One by one, I began transferring everything.
Every video.
Every message.
Every document.
I moved them all with no hesitation.
It took minutes, but I didn't rush. I couldn't afford to.
When I was done, I wiped the transfer traces clean, the cache, the history, everything.
Then I carefully closed every app I had opened, and returned to the gallery, and placed the phone exactly how I found it.
With a slow sigh, I placed the phone back on the seat, same angle, same position, screen facing up.
Like I had never touched it at all.
I fell back into the seat, my phone now felt heavy in my hand with everything I had taken from hers. I opened the files slowly, one by one, my thumb scrolling over the screen.
I tap and the first video loaded and then the next and another.
Some were full sex tapes, everything completely raw, her moans filling the background like an animal in complete heat.
Others were just shots, Intimate ones and deceiving harmless.
In some of them, they were asleep, naked and curled together like lovers. As if it meant something.
But I saw it.
Through all of it.
The way she fucked them only for gains. The way she looked at them. How she bent herself into whatever shape they wanted, on top, underneath, tied up, praising them like kings. She played the perfect submissive girl for them. The willing toy.
But it wasn't for them.
It was never for them.
She posed that way to keep them trapped.
Trapped in her pussy.
Trapped in her plans.
Trapped in a web of power they never saw coming.
I scrolled through the folder, each name, each pattern, each amount. It was all calculated.
Vanessa hadn't just turned seduction into just an art, she had turned it into a business.
One man after the other, used, drained, and tossed to the side.
Now she had her eyes on Ace.
And I saw it clearly now, for what it was, it was not love, not devotion, not even desire. Just another calculated plan of hers. Another name on her list. Another bank account to drain, another future to spoil.
She was faking it all, every kiss she gave him, every smile, every "baby" that came out from her lips in front of our parents. It was all just a show, just like the videos. Just like the messages. Just another drama to turn Ace into one of her victims.
The thought twisted inside me.
A slow, burning rage and disgust formed in my gut as I watched her face on the screen, moaning, whispering, calling another man "daddy" while pretending to be so helpless and eager. Her voice echoed around the car, thick and fake, as if I could sense her manipulation from the video.
She didn't love Ace.
She planned to use him.
And when she was done, she would dispose of him like all the rest.
I reached to close the file, but not before the next video auto-played, and her loud, practiced moans filled the silence in the car like a scream I didn't want to hear
"Shit," I muttered, struggling to lower the volume and immediately shut the phone off.
The sound disappeared.
A large wave of emotions rose in me all at once, I felt fear and for the most part fury.
Everything made sense now. All of it.
The forced sweetness, the sudden obsession with Ace, the way she held him in front of our parents, the staged affection like she had been ordered to, I had thought it was just petty jealousy. I had thought she was just being…..Vanessa.
But it was more.
So much more.
I gripped my phone tightly on my lap, looking out the window, my chest rose and fell faster. I felt sick. Not just because of what she had done, but because of who had done it.
My own blood. My sister.