The sun filtered through the silk curtains of a lavish bedroom, casting golden streaks across the marble floor and designer furniture. Jayden Croft stirred beneath Egyptian cotton sheets, his alarm chiming softly from the latest model of a luxury smart clock.
He sat up, tousled hair falling over his forehead, and stretched. His room was the size of a small apartment, complete with a walk-in closet, private bathroom, and a wall-mounted aquarium filled with exotic fish. A housekeeper had already laid out his school uniform--tailored blazer, crisp white shirt, and polished leather shoes.
His phone was ringing beside him.
He picked ig up and placed it to his ear. "Hey Lily, what's up?"
"I'm good," Lily answered. "I'm just wondering if you're coming to pick me up. May and Jenna are with me. "
"Anything for you, babe" Jayden laughed. "I'm on my way.
"That's great," Lily said, then she hesitated. "Um, Jayden?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't know if this is strange, but Trevor hasn't come to school for two days now."
Jayden's brow furrowed. "Really?"
"Yeah, I've not seen him in school. He has stopped following me."
Jayden was confused at that. So Trevor was serious about not following her. But why was he not in school? Then he remembered.
"You don't need to worry. Hecwil returns to his former state. He's just having.....family problems."
"Oh," Lily laughed. "You really forced his parents to disown him, how?"
"Easy." He replied. "I just forged my father's writing and wrote a letter to them, stating that my family will attack them financially and crumble them to the ground. That scared them and they agreed to my demands."
Lily laughed. "I love to see the look on his face when he comes back. Well, see you soon."
The call was disconnected.
Jayden got up and proceeded to the shower to have a quick one. He got out, dressed, and had breakfast prepared by the family chef.
His chauffeur was already waiting outside to take him to Lily's school. But before stepping into the car, Jayden grabbed his phone from the marble countertop.
He unlocked it casually, expecting the usual flood of notifications--group chats, school updates, maybe a few likes on his post. But what he saw made his heart drop.
The thumbnail showed a blurry image of Jayden in the bathroom. The caption read:
"Rich Kid Exposed: What He Does When No One's Watching.😱"
He tapped it, hands trembling. The footage was grainy, unmistakable. It showed him in the ba, sitting on a toilet, watching an adult video, his shorts down, his junk out, and he was jerking!
How could this happen? Someone had videoed him. But that was impossible. Only he could enter the teacher's bathroom. No student could enter there. Only teachers. And he knew no teacher on earth would dare to record him, knowing well, what his father would do. So who on earth did this?
His face turned pale. Comments were flooding in:
"This shit is disgusting 🤢! The guy's sick to do that in school."
"I guess he's got a fetish for this type of stuff."
"Caught in 4K💀"
"Bro thought he was in his bedroom."
"My man thought he was in an adult movie."
"He's gonna need therapy for this."
"Bro turned bathroom into a shame chamber."
"Caught like a deer in headlights...but way more awkward."
Jayden gripped his phone in anger and fear. Anger that someone had the guts to video him and fear that what will, happen to him if his father sees it.
Jayden's hand trembled as he dialled another number. It rang twice before a calm, familiar voice answered.
"Good morning, Master Jayden."
"Charles," Jayden snapped. "I need the IT team. That video----someone posted it. I want it gone. Off every platform. Before my father sees it."
There was a pause. Then the butler spoke gently, "I've already contacted the cybersecurity consultants. They're working on it, but it's spreading fast. Multiple uploads. Mirrors. It's going to take time."
Jayden slammed his fist against the wall. "Time?! I don't have time! Just get it down!"
Charles hesitated. "Sir....I'm afraid your father has already seen it."
Silence.
Jayden stopped pacing. His breath caught in his throat.
"What?"
"He was informed by one of his associates. He's.....not pleased."
Jayden felt the world tilt. His father-- the man who ran multi-national companies, who expected perfection, who barely tolerated embarrassment-- had seen the video of him jerking off.
"Did he say anything?" Jayden asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Charles replied. "Only that he expects you in his study at 7pm sharp today."
Jayden collapsed on the floor in a pool of sweat. He was doomed and he knew it. He gulped in fear. He knew deep down in his heart that the consequences he was about to face were far worse than public shame.