Novel & Cerita Alita Claire Leaks

“We don’t have to speak out directly. Just leak it to the right person. Gossip media love this kind of story.” Clara stepped toward the kitchen slowly, moving carefully so she could still hear the sounds. “Who?” Bella asked. “Andrew.” Bella frowned. “Andrew… the one who used to work at that clinic?” Noah nodded. “He still has access to some old records. If he leaks the documents showing the failed IVF cycles, even without full names, everyone will connect them to Liora. And we won’t have to appear at all.” Bella smirked. “Sneaky, but effective.”

She rested her back on the chair she sat on and stared into space. "Should I bring you a cup of cold juice, Madam?" Her maid asked with her head bowed fully. "Yes, please," She answered. The maid turned and hurried to the kitchen. Madam Scarlett raised her right hand to support her jaw. She appeared disturbed. ... Martin caught a small purse and a phone resting on the passenger's seat when he turned to drop his phone on it. He looked closely and realized that they belonged to Caitlyn. He picked up the purse and opened it. A small key and a folded paper were the only things it contained.

“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?”

There were more recordings, memos and messages from Claire. He rubbed his face. "She planned every inch of it. The miscarriage. The isolation. She even bribed the press to spin the story." Isla stood behind him, arms folded. "And you believed her." He turned. "Not anymore. I swear to you, Isla. She won’t win. Not again." Leo walked in, glancing at both of them. "Alina’s on her way to a secure location. Claire’s people are roaming around but they don’t know what we have. Not yet."

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.

"My phone is exploding. The New York Post, Bloomberg, Vogue... Vennessa, they leaked the entire thing. Page fourteen is trending number one globally on T*****r." ​Vennessa sank into the cushions, pulling her knees to her chest as a fresh wave of exhaustion threatened to pull her under. "It was Claire," she whispered, her voice cracked and hollow. "Claire found out, or she helped someone leak it. But Lily... that's not even the worst part." ​"What could possibly be worse than the entire world knowing your marriage is a five-million-dollar PR stunt?" Lily asked, sitting down beside her and handing her the warm mug of tea.