Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Instead, the room filled with the low, breathy sounds of men and women moaning.

Sylvia froze, thinking maybe she was hearing things. But when she spun around, she realized the giant screen really was showing a scene straight out of a late- night cable show-explicit, and way too real.

And the stars of the show? None other than Bridget and... some tall, dark-skinned jock from the football team.

Wait, the guy wasn't even Caleb!

Or rather, it wasn't just Caleb.

Because in the next clip, the man swapped out for some blue-eyed, blond model type.

The whole minute-long video had so many different guys, Sylvia couldn't even keep count.

Off to the side, Bailey just slumped to the floor, still in her white lace gown, looking like she'd seen a ghost.

Her voice shook as she screamed, "Turn it off! Turn it off! This is all fake!"

But the big screen couldn't care less about her begging. It just kept rolling, exposing one jaw-dropping secret after another.

Turns out, Bridget was a serial thief. All those design projects she'd posted online and racked up fans for? Stolen from other people.

And the Simpson family? They'd been secretly using their ties with Rupert to line their own pockets, backstabbing him by investing with his rivals, and even taking bribes on the side.

Simpson clan was getting dragged through the

the queen of the ball,

so-called "happily ever after" red carpet? Bridget didn't care about dignity anymore-she went

Rupert! Please! I'm begging you, turn it off! For the sake of the baby I carried for you, don't do this to

of

fists, his face stormy. He'd never

Bridget, towering over her. "Keep

records of secret abortions she'd never bothered to

video popped up. The doctor who performed her procedure spoke

camera.

a termination over two months ago. She won't be able to get pregnant again easily. This time, she wasn't pregnant at all. The miscarriage and all that blood? Faked. She forced me

drained of color as the truth hit her-Rupert had known everything,

her head, desperate

"No, you can't do this to me! I saved your life when you crashed your car,

Rupert arched an

someone burst in through the side door. Hair tangled, face bruised, looking like a

the

lying witch! You said you'd give me

to some abusive drunk! I'll kill

at the familiar

It was Freya!

Now she wore a ratty old jacket, her face mottled with bruises,