Dario's POV
The next few days were a whirlwind of emotions and actions. Sophia's video had spread like wildfire, and the media was having a field day. Every news outlet, blog, and social media platform was buzzing with the scandal. Sophia's modeling career was in shambles, and the Jones family was scrambling to control the damage.
I sat in my grandfather's study, staring at my laptop screen as I scrolled through the headlines. "Sophia Jones Exposed: The Scandal That Shook the Fashion World," one headline read. Another said, "From Model to Mistress: Sophia Jones' Dark Past Revealed."
My grandfather walked in, holding a cup of tea. He placed it on the desk in front of me and sat down in the chair across from me. "How are you holding up, Dario?" he asked, his voice calm but concerned.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I don't know, Grandfather. Part of me feels like I've done the right thing, but another part of me feels... guilty. I mean, I've ruined her life."