Chapter 12: The List Has Teeth
The third name was Cesar Valmoria—a former cinematographer turned studio fixer.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvqeDOu5Ixg
He was the kind of man who made problems disappear.
Girls who cried rape? Transferred.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx9fqZshP0N
Crew members who spoke out? Fired quietly.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2si87Znl80
He filmed everything.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRO8GIsWmM0
Even the things the cameras weren’t supposed to catch.
And Mia had once begged him to erase footage.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGzCY9zQrUW
She never forgot the way he smiled.
“What will you give me to forget?” he had asked.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDYoQSUYdiB
She gave him silence—and paid for it in nightmares.
Now it was Cesar’s turn to be the one on camera.
Clark watched her prepare.
They weren’t lovers.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdE5qJHcXsv
Not in the traditional sense.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNykjGjzFZ3
They hadn’t kissed.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEgLFuEHyHp
But their secrets had slept beside each other long enough to know desire wasn't always sexual—it was strategic.
Mia handed him a burner phone.
"Record what I say. And if I go silent more than 24 hours, send it to three people on this list."
Clark looked at the names.
Producers. One journalist. A nun.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
Mia slipped on a leather jacket. Black. Clean.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFwcPedx4QO
The kind you wear to a funeral.
“Confession.”
She met Cesar at a private lounge—dim lights, velvet booths, an atmosphere of sin dressed as exclusivity.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYLuqUgK3jP
He hadn’t changed.
Still with the wine.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9wxPda9OfF
Still with the rings.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoT3CGAOFRw
Still with that voice that oozed control.
“Mia. My favorite illusion,” he greeted.
She smiled, but her eyes didn’t.
“Still pretending to be relevant, Cesar?”
He laughed.
“I hear things. Like how the men around you are crumbling. Did you come to finish me too?”
“I came to give you a chance.”
He raised a brow.
“To confess.”
Cesar’s face darkened.
And that’s when Mia slid the phone between them—recording.
“I have backup copies,” she said before he could speak.
She laid out evidence: clips he thought were deleted, names of girls he threatened, even bank transfers linked to hush money.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZV0KUXUvpo
Everything he thought he buried, she’d exhumed.
“You’re bluffing,” he growled.
Mia’s smile sharpened.
“Then sue me.”
He didn’t.
Instead, Cesar leaned back, a man unraveling in a tailored suit.
“What do you want?”
“Your confession. On video. A statement that you covered up abuse, that you threatened victims. One minute. I’ll let you live.”
“And if I refuse?”
“I release it all and let the media do what karma couldn’t.”
That night, Clark received a video file.
Cesar, on camera. Sweating. Broken.
“I was part of it. I knew what happened to those girls. I made them disappear. I took money to stay silent.”
It ended with him in tears.
Mia sent the clip to three people. Not for blackmail. For safekeeping.
Then she deleted her copy.
No trace.
Only consequence.
At the studio, the silence became screaming.
Two more names disappeared. One left the country. Another checked into rehab.
Mia walked through the set like a storm that already passed—but the wreckage lingered.
Clark caught up with her near the makeup trailer.
“Do you feel better?” he asked.
“No,” she admitted. “But I feel closer.”
“To what?”
Mia looked up at the sky. No stars. Just haze.
“To whoever I was before this all happened.”
Clark nodded, lips tight.
He didn’t say she was becoming someone else.
He didn’t say she might not survive this.
But he reached out—and held her hand for the first time.
Not as protector.
Not as witness.
But as someone willing to be destroyed beside her.
Mia didn’t pull away.
She just whispered, “Two more to go.”
And somewhere in the shadows of that godless industry,9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOGBkngFdm1
someone watching her whispered back,
ns216.73.216.12da2“Let her try.”
