*Scarlett's POV*
My phone buzzes against the nightstand, jolting me from the peaceful haze of sleep. Noah's arm tightens around my waist instinctively, and I feel his body tense behind me.
"Who the hell calls at six-thirty?" he murmurs against my shoulder, his voice rough with sleep.
I squint at the screen. Vincent's name flashes urgently.
"My assistant. He never calls this early unless—" The phone stops ringing, then immediately starts again. "Something's wrong."
Noah sits up, instantly alert. "Answer it."
I swipe to accept and put it on speaker. No secrets between us. Not anymore.
"Vincent? What's happening?"
"Scarlett, thank God you answered." His voice is strained, panicked. "We have a situation. A massive one."
"What kind of situation?"
"Pictures. They're everywhere. Twitter, Instagram, every gossip site online. Someone leaked photos of you with multiple men. Hotel rooms, restaurants, private meetings."
My blood runs cold. "What photos?"
