Trespassers I

Amelia's eyes slowly grew in horror as she scrolled down the article while sitting on the living room couch. There were some rather obscene photos of Emmeline crouched over Matteo, her clothes lying scattered on the floor and nearly out of the frame, while she was in nothing but her underwear.

Their postures were oddly intimate, and there was more than one photo of the scene, offering a rather vivid image of what could've happened in the bedroom the night before.

"I― But… How could they say that the images are from me?!" Amelia asked, flabbergasted.

At the kitchen counter, Matteo calmly poured himself a mug of coffee. He brought the piping-hot liquid to his lips, allowing the caffeine to scald him awake. God knew how he was fuming on the inside, but he had to maintain a cooler front.

"She was probably the one who took those pictures," Ronan said.