The investigation moved swiftly, evidence overwhelming.

The drugs were traced to Nathan's own online purchases.


Security cameras captured him eagerly following Wilson to the springs.

And I, due to "pregnancy complications," had been documented resting in the master bedroom throughout the night.

Hoping for leniency, Nate confessed everything.


He revealed Wilson's secret dungeon—a hidden room in his estate where he imprisoned young actors who caught his eye.

With this bombshell,


the story detonated across media platforms.

Police secured an emergency search warrant.

In Wilson's basement, they found exactly what Nate described—a concealed passage.

What lay beyond was a chamber of horrors.

Not just several young men held against their will,

but an arsenal of torture devices meticulously arranged.

Blood-stained walls and floors testified to the suffering that had occurred there.

Most victims were nobodies—aspiring actors "gifted" to Wilson by agencies desperate for his favor.

They existed in a hellish limbo, neither truly living nor allowed to die.

Most shocking was the discovery of a billionaire's son among the captives.

The heir had vanished last year, supposedly "receiving specialized treatment overseas."

Though illegitimate and not the favored heir,

he still carried the tycoon's name and DNA.

Wilson hadn't just committed atrocities—he'd provoked one of the most powerful families in the country.

The enraged billionaire mobilized his vast network:

"Destroy this monster. Ensure he finds no peace, not even in death."