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EXT. CITY SKYLINE – NIGHT
The city shimmered under a velvet sky. Neon signs blinked and buildings pulsed like circuitry. But one mansion, perched like a predator above it all, burned with lights that didn't feel alive — they felt dangerous.
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INT. STEVEN'S MANSION – NIGHT
Steven's pacing was frantic — bare feet smacking against marble, jaw clenching tighter with every step. His phone was practically fused to his palm.
STEVEN
(growling into the phone)
"Find her! Shut them down! Wipe everything!"
GINA (O.S.)
(cool, sharp)
"Too late. You're trending worldwide."
He froze.
The TV blared from the wall.
ON SCREEN:
Breaking News: Billionaire Steven Derulo Implicated in Scandal Involving Pregnant University Student
Steven's breath caught. His eyes flared red with rage.
STEVEN
"…No. No, no, no…"
He hurled the phone across the room. It shattered into pieces against the glass coffee table.
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INT. TANYA'S PENTHOUSE – SAME TIME
The apartment was lit only by screens. Rows of monitors glowed blue in the dark. One showed a livestream countdown. Another played news coverage. Another displayed the names of girls—files, contracts, footage, years of secrets stored like ammunition.
Anissa sat at the edge of Tanya's leather couch, a blanket over her knees, shoulders stiff as steel. Nelly sat beside her. Tanya leaned against the window like a queen about to declare war.
The viewer count ticked up in real-time.
VIEWERS: 8,700… 13,000… 21,500…
Anissa's hands trembled slightly over the keyboard.
NELLY
"Once you hit that button… there's no going back."
Anissa didn't answer right away. Her eyes flicked toward the monitor showing Steven's face — frozen in one of the old videos, shirtless, smug, hands gripping a girl's chin too tight.
She swallowed hard. Then drew in a long breath.
ANISSA
(quietly, fiercely)
"Good."
Click.
The red "LIVE" button blinked.
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ON SCREEN:
Anissa's face filled the frame. Her eye still bruised, lip slightly swollen, but her gaze? Fire.
ANISSA (to camera)
"My name is Anissa Wallenstein. And this is my story."
Behind her, Tanya switched feeds. Screens played silently — girls crying, blurred faces, signed contracts, and Steven's voice echoing like a demon in the dark.
ANISSA (CONT'D)
"I am not the only one. But I'll be the last."
The comments exploded. The count jumped again.
VIEWERS: 39,000… 68,500… 100,000
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INT. STEVEN'S MANSION – SAME TIME
Steven watched the stream now on a tablet, eyes wide, hands shaking.
RONNIE
"Boss, we can still fix this—"
STEVEN
"You little rat."
He lunged, grabbing Ronnie by the throat and slamming him into the glass wall with a bone-rattling crash.
STEVEN (CONT'D)
"You sold me out, didn't you?!"
RONNIE
"Not me, man. I swear—!"
Gina stepped in just as Steven drew his gun from the coffee table drawer.
GINA
"Cops are at the gate."
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EXT. TANYA'S PENTHOUSE – NIGHT
Police sirens howled. Blue and red lights danced on the building's reflective walls.
Tanya stood tall at the door, lips painted, robe silk, eyes cold.
DETECTIVE
"Tanya Smith?"
TANYA
(cool and smug)
"That's me. You're gonna want to see this."
She handed over a silver flash drive.
TANYA (CONT'D)
"Your entire case. Gift-wrapped."
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INT. LIVESTREAM ROOM – SAME TIME
The comments kept coming.
> "I believe you."
"Steven Derulo's done."
"You're brave as hell, sis."
"Justice for ALL of them."
Anissa's voice cracked as tears welled up, but she didn't look away from the camera.
NELLY
(softly, hand on hers)
"You did it."
Anissa didn't reply. Her whole body shook, but she was still there — fully present, raw, real.
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EXT. STEVEN'S MANSION – NIGHT
The police breached the front gate. Tactical boots pounded up the marble stairs.
Steven was alone in the living room, tablet in hand, watching Anissa's final words.
ANISSA (ON SCREEN)
"You don't own me anymore."
The door exploded inward.
DETECTIVE
"Hands where we can see 'em!"
Steven raised his gun — fury pulsing in his veins — but Gina moved faster. She tackled him hard, knocking the weapon loose. It clattered to the floor.
He screamed as they cuffed him.
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EXT. TANYA'S PENTHOUSE – LATER
The city was quieter now. The stars flickered above like they'd been watching all along.
Anissa stepped outside. The air was cold but clean.
She inhaled, filling her lungs with something she hadn't felt in months: freedom.
ANISSA (V.O.)
I survived him.
For every girl who didn't.
Her phone buzzed.
TEXT FROM TANYA:
"We make our own empires now."
Anissa smiled, just a little. Looked up at the sky.
ANISSA (whispers)
"Tick tock, b*tch."
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FADE OUT.
TO BE CONTINUED…