Alita Claire Leaks Mga Nobela at Kwento

And another photo also shows Claire instigating several mothers at the school where Aleena goes to school which makes Eve humiliated and there is also seen Claire wearing a veil so as not to be noticed and a hat and aiming her camera which captures a photo of Allan embracing Eve and in another photo she captures when Allan picks up Aleena at school without Eve knowing. Claire was about to speak up that it wasn't her, but she was silenced when another photo caught her blowing her cover when she was happy to get some good shots. Although she opened it in her car, it was still very clear that it was her. Another was a paper containing Allan's IT team's investigation that Claire shared the photo

“This… this isn’t just about us. It’s about your family name. Your mother.” Lucien crouched beside her, taking her hands. “This is exactly what she wants — to fracture us from the inside, to make us doubt each other and panic in front of the world.” But just then, Alicia entered, holding her tablet with the story pulled up. Her face was tight with fury — but also… fear. “She didn’t just leak your files,” Alicia said, tossing the tablet on the table. “She leaked mine.” Lucien stood. “What are you talking about?”

A female reporter speaks quickly. “Billionaire CEO Percy has reportedly reunited with his new lover Lyssa after her shocking hospital admission earlier this morning. Anonymous sources claim the incident may involve someone connected to Percy’s past relationship history—” “Oh my God,” Anita mutters. More reporters appear outside the hospital on the screen. Camera flashes everywhere. Crowds gathering. Security trying to block entrances. My jaw clenches immediately. Someone leaked everything. Again. Lyssa notices my expression. “Percy…” I already know who leaked it. Claire.

“I meant what I said in there, Leila. You’re my partner. Don’t ever doubt that.” “I won’t,” I promised. Just as the moment settled between us, Alexander’s phone buzzed. He frowned, pulling it from his pocket. His expression darkened as he read the message. “What is it?” I asked, my heart sinking. “It’s Claire,” he said, his voice tense. “There’s been another leak. This time, it’s internal.” The calm we’d fought so hard to hold onto shattered in an instant. “Let’s go,” I said, straightening. “We’ll handle it.”

Vorian’s POV I am slouched in my chair, the meeting room buzzing with tension as Claire stammers through her update, her hands shaking like leaves. I just do not understand why she is shaking like that and movement is really beginning to annoy me. “We are tracing the encryption,” she says, her voice wobbly, papers trembling. “The leak is internal, but no names yet.” My blood is boiling, the AI deal leak like a knife in my gut. I was about to speak, then Zephyr’s leg bumps mine under the table, a shock that cuts through my anger.

{Nice. Clarissa grabbed her phone and scrolled through the internet to see another double headline that put her in a good mood. #Scandal Queen's Location leaked out by an Anonymous person. #Mia's Angry Fans Are In A Frenzy As They Storm Her Hideout! Clarissa yawned. "This is enough to place me in a good mood for the rest of the evening."

“You’re just being paranoid. We had something real, Silvan. We could have it again. Forget that little upstart, Astrid. She doesn’t know the things I know. She couldn’t handle the darkness in you, the one you fight so hard to hide from the world.” Her hand lands on my chest. Her touch is like insects crawling on my skin. I don’t move. I just look at her. “I hope you realize that blackmail is a crime, Leilani. The only thing standing between you and a prison cell is my boredom. Don’t mistake it for fondness.” Suddenly, the door flies open, ushering in another round of unwanted, exhausting violence. Claire Montessori. Her eyes, the same frantic green as her mother’s, darts from me to Leilani’s

Camellia met with Alia in a soundproof side room after the last session. Alia looked nervous. “They’re watching everything.” “I know,” Camellia said. “That’s why we’re doing this off the books.” She handed Alia a chip drive. “What is it?” “Proof of where the 200 anonymous claims actually came from.” “And?” Camellia’s voice dropped. “They’re not internal whistleblowers.” “Then who?” “Ghost accounts traced back to… Hale.”

Clarissa immediately took her phone and opened the gallery. Dozens of photos of Alina filled the screen. Photos of Alina with a pale face. Photos of her crying. Photos of her looking dazed and unstable after arguments with Daniel. There were even some candid photos that Clarissa deliberately took secretly when Alina looked weak and disheveled. Very suitable. Easy to manipulate. Clarissa smiled crookedly while selecting several best photos, then she opened a chat with someone who usually handled dirty work for her. Clarissa's fingers began typing quickly.