Alita Claire Leaks の小説・ストーリー

“What are you doing here?” “I want to speak to you,” she stated , stepping inside. “I’ve been following what’s happening, and I recognize the Graysons are coming after you. But there’s something you don’t recognize — something that would assist you.” “What is it?” I asked, my pulse quickening. Claire hesitated, then pulled out a flash power from her bag. “This includes documents from Alex’s father’s personal server. I stole them earlier than I left the company. They element everything— each bribe, each cover-up, each connection to the trafficking ring.”

“Clara… what did you do?” Clara tilted her head. “I sent the full video,” she whispered. Adrian’s eyes widened. “Full video—?” “To the campus-wide group chat,” Clara finished. The room erupted. “No!” Lola gasped. “Oh my God,” Mara cried. “Clara!” Rina shouted. Adrian lunged toward her. Liam cursed violently. But Clara only smiled Soft. Sad. Satisfied. “It’s already out,” she said. Then she dropped the phone at her feet and whispered: “Now everyone will see you for who you really are.”

Leila stopped walking. Read it again. He regrets. Her phone buzzed again. Another alert. Then another. The story was spreading in real time, outlet to outlet, the way things did when someone with inside access decided to talk. Someone had leaked it. Not the pregnancy itself, that was still framed as unconfirmed. But Adrian's knowledge of it. The rights he'd signed away. The regret. Someone inside Blue Moon Pack had just handed the media a story about her child. Leila's hand tightened around the phone. She turned and walked directly to her father's study. They were out of time.

“Alpha! We have a lead. The Luna took a car to the airport after leaving the altar, but her trail goes cold after that. All her records were wiped.” “It was done with the highest-level clearance… This wasn’t a hacker. It was an insider.” Highest-level clearance. In the entire Black Stone Pack, only two people had that power. Him, and his mother, Lyra. Kaelen shot up and hurled his phone against the wall. Half an hour later, his car screeched to a halt in front of the ancient family manor. He kicked open the main door and stormed into the living room. Lyra was sitting by the fireplace, sipping her tea, the picture of calm elegance.

And just like that, every camera was pointed up at the balcony at me. I thought you said your firm had this locked down.” Williams gave Clara a look. She scowled back at him, made three phone calls in quick succession—two of them in Spanish—and then turned back to my head of security. “The leak didn’t come from us.” Her eyes darted toward Kiara and me. “It came from your boyfriend, with the help of Julian. He wants to tarnish your image.” Kaira's answer was barely more than a whisper. “My ex.”

Clair turned sharply, snatching it from her grasp. “How many times do I have to tell you I wish not to be disturbed? My life is falling apart, and I can’t afford interruptions now, so leave and—” Clair stopped mid-sentence, her eyes landing on the front page. “A slut Luna cheating with another Alpha.” Clair couldn’t contain herself. How was this not her? The woman sprawled on the bed, dressed in red lingerie, her body shamelessly exposed—it was her. “This picture… This was when I dated Mark. How did the reporters get their hands on it?” she demanded, but Dama had no answers. She was just as clueless as Clair.

she muttered. She took the phone from Antonia's hand. "No!" she barked and stumbled back. "It can't be, it can't be," Athena muttered. "My lady, I hate to break it to you. The video was leaked by an anonymous person; I tracked it, and it was Mitari Tonlas—Tari's sister," Antonia said, watching Athena's face closely. "That bitch! First she sabotaged my plan and caused the accident, now she is leaking a fucking sex tape! A sex tape!" Chief Athena yelled and threw the phone toward the window.

but her voice was raw, like her throat had been rubbed with sandpaper. Liam knelt beside her, waiting. “Are you sure you want to hear it all?” Clara whispered. “Yes,” he said. “I want to hear it from you. Not from some news post.” She took a shaky breath. “Okay…” And then, she started. “It started with the video,” Clara said. “That… stupid, disgusting leak. They made it look like I was cheating on Julian. Like I was in Adrian’s bed again.” Liam frowned. “They?”

she whispered, “Because there’s nothing left to find.” Lucian’s knuckles turned white and he clenched his fists tight while Claire walked out without another word. But her silence said everything. *** That night, Isla met Leo outside a run-down clinic in Queens. “She was here last week,” Leo said urgently, “She used the name ‘Mira Allen’ and was using her fake ID.” Isla stared at the doorway. “You think she ran away?” “I think she’s running from something bigger than us. Maybe she has a hint that Claire may hurt her to bury the past so she's running away.”

someone laughs from across the room. Claria traces her finger around the rim of her cup as if deciding whether or not Im worth the risk. Then she leans forward.“There’s something else,”she says softly. my pulse picks up. “what is it?” her voice drops to a whisper.“Dylan… he slept with an underage girl.Her name’s Alice Brukenham.” for a second the words dont land. they just hang there between us heavy and unreal. my stomach flips. “Underage?” I repeat quietly, making sure I heard right.