Alita Claire Leaks Novels & Stories

“It’s Emily.” She answered, putting the call on speaker. “Claire, you won’t believe this. Mirabel is trending.” Emily’s voice was frantic, almost breathless. “What?” Claire frowned. “Someone leaked everything,” Emily continued. “Her real name, her date of birth, where she works, her entire history—it’s all over the internet. People are tearing her apart.” I exchanged a glance with Claire, who looked as stunned as I felt. “It wasn’t us,” I said quickly. “The files are still here.”

’ Within half an hour, someone had brought the food over to them. As they were eating, Aaron suddenly walked in. “Mr. Burt, the investigation is complete. The one who leaked it was Luna White.” Danielle looked over at Aaron. “Luna? Hasn’t her condition just stabilized in the hospital?” Aaron said with a serious face. “That is true, but the news did state that the leak was provided in her name.” Danielle put down her chopsticks in a fit of rage. “Does this girl have a screw loose in her brain? I wasn’t the one behind the leaks about her fooling around. Why did she have to use her brother as material to target me?”

“She is my Fated Mate, and our bond is stronger than any other betrothal or promise or political move could ever be.” I didn’t wait for her reply, but stormed out of the room. One of my Betas was waiting in the hallway, a stern look on his face. “Sir?” “What is it, Dano?” I said impatiently. “We know who leaked the photo of Luna Elena and Adler.” I froze where I stood. “It came from Tiffany.”

Her chest tightened, heat and ice colliding under her skin. She approached. “Why are you here?” He offered a faint smile, the kind that hinted at more than he said. “Investment scouting. And maybe… checking in.” “On me?” “On the mess orbiting you. You’re not the only name drawing headlines.” She didn’t respond. She didn’t need to. They both knew the game. The next morning, chaos found her. Twenty missed calls from Clara. A flood of news alerts. An anonymous leak had detonated in the Kenyan press overnight:

Elara. His jaw clenched. He had spent his life building walls of discipline so high no one breached them. Yet here she was, a fault line running through his certainty. She didn’t even realize the kind of shadow Clarisse was building behind her name. And if Damon let the wrong thread unravel, Elara would be dragged down in the collapse. His phone buzzed softly. A secure line. Ethan’s voice came through, cool and efficient. “The asset’s been tracked. Clarisse’s meeting in Geneva won’t stay buried much longer. Do you want us to leak it now?”

Lysander guards the hallway like he’s expecting someone to launch themselves through the drywall. The line clicks. “Clara?” Kieran’s voice - low, sharp, immediately alert. “We had a leak,” I say, no dramatic buildup, no sugar-coating. “My assistant. She admitted everything when I used an Alpha command.” There’s a breath on the other end. Not anger. Not shock. Something colder. “She broke under your voice?” “Yes.” I step around my desk, fingertips brushing over the envelope still lying there - my mate’s scent faint but unmistakable. “She didn’t even try to fight it. She spilled everything. Who bribed her, when, how, the entire little performance.”

“It’ll work out, Rae. Fingers crossed.” Before I could respond, Amelia one of Claire’s friends came over. Her eyes were sparkling like she had some big news. “Oh my gosh,” she whispered dramatically, leaning close, “who would’ve guessed you were having an affair with a hot billionaire?” My stomach dropped. “Wait… what?” Claire tilted her head. “An affair? With who?” Amelia waved her phone. “You’re all over the internet. Haven’t you seen? Look!” I grabbed her phone, heart pounding. There I was leaving Lucio’s house, waiting for an Uber, stepping outside like any normal girl but the headline screamed

"Why would I scream?" "Because Vanessa Hart just leaked your entire financial history online." Talia blinked. "What?" Mia shoved the phone in her face. TALIA JAMES: BILLIONAIRE'S BABY MAMA OR GOLD DIGGER? Screenshots of old rent invoices. A cropped image of Talia's apartment eviction notice from over a year ago. A highlighted portion of a bank account summary that screamed -$187.92. Talia slowly sat down. Luna whimpered. Zane began crying from the next room.

She didn’t. “Claire…” I leaned forward, lowering my voice. “I had to follow due process. But I’ve done my own investigation. And I know for a fact now that you’re innocent. It wasn’t you who leaked the drug data. It was Nicole. She’s the traitor. And those pictures? The ones with you and Ridgeway Biotech executives? Fake. Every single one of them.” Slowly, she raised her hands to her face as tears slipped down her cheeks. My chest clenched at the sight.

They had given space to the girls and decided to finish off some of the pending work in the office. They spend almost the whole time gossiping and giggling at each other’s jokes until Clair’s phone started to ring. All three pairs of eyes turned towards her phone. Clair frowned. She knew at once that it was Levi’s number. She had deleted his number hoping that she would forget. And hoping that he would finally give up when she ignored him. But this guy just wouldn’t give up, would he? “Huh? That’s Levi’s number?” Adira exclaimed and turned towards Clair with wide eyes.