Alita Claire Leaks Novels & Stories

Alex said as a notification pinged on her phone. “Open it! It must be something important,” Alex said, his expression unreadable. Trembling with anger, Clara snatched the phone and her blood boiled at the sight before her. "Arghhh... you bastard! You did all this—you leaked my videos! How could you? I’m still your wife, I’m Mrs. Williams! If you tarnish my name, I swear I won't let you get away with it!" Clara shouted, lunging at Alex, but his guards swiftly restrained her, pinning her to the floor.

"I will." "No half-truths," Laura continued. "No protecting people. No excuses." Claire swallowed. "I understand." Mr. Bennett pulled up a chair and sat down. For the first time since entering the room, he looked less like an intimidating businessman and more like a tired father trying to clean up a mess. "Start from the beginning." Claire took a deep breath. "The first thing I leaked wasn't even about Ariana." Everyone listened carefully. "It was about Nick."

“Kayla, thank God. Where are you? Justin’s a mess.” I swallowed a sob, my fingers clutching the phone. “I’m in Montclair, Lila. I saw the photo, the posts… I can’t do this again. Not after Xiamond, and now Claire? I need time.” “Kayla, listen,” she said, her tone firm but kind. “It’s not what you think. That photo was a setup—Claire’s team leaked it for buzz about their campaign. Justin didn’t even know the cameras were there. He’s been holed up in his office, trying to fix this, calling you nonstop. Come back, please. He loves you.”

I stood. "And you know what else?" Lila didn't answer. I leaned down, my voice a whisper. "I choose him too" I walked away, leaving Lila sitting there, her face pale, her hands shaking. By the end of the day, the narrative had shifted. Not just on set, but online. A grainy, unauthorized clip from the rehearsal had leaked. My scene. My words. My presence. It spread like wildfire. > "Amara Collins DESTROYS Lila Monroe in First Day of Eclipse Rehearsal!"

“The stock dump from the fake scandal will make the buy-in cheap. We’re already staging the third-party purchase.” Veronica raised a brow. “And Celeste?” “Soon to be a relic.” But as the words left his mouth, his assistant rushed in, breathless. “Miss Hale, tthere’s something you should see.” On the giant screen, a new headline was rising fast across every entertainment outlet: BREAKING: Celeste Laurent Releases Never-Before-Seen Memo on Shelved Indie Project – Accepts Responsibility, Calls for Industry Transparency Veronica’s smile faded. “She beat us to it,” Bradley whispered. “She leaked the real memo herself.”

I looked at her in disbelief. Jane grinned at me even more. I could also see the disgust in its eyes. “You’ll pay for why I didn’t have a whole family...” she grabbed my arm and I almost winced as her nail sank into my skin. “You’ll regret why you’re still alive, Klaire,” she said angrily. There were tears in the sister’s eyes. “Congratulations, because my news is that you will not only marry a monster but also a demon! I can’t wait for what will happen to you...”

he mutters, brushing dust from his leather jacket. The helicopter door slides open. Selene leans out, her silver-streaked braid whipping like a snake. “Make your choice, little storm! One date with each Alpha and I'll disable all trackers.” Kieran steps in front of me. “We don't negotiate with traitors.” Vaughn's tech eye activates and projects a news feed above his palm. “We do when we're trending worldwide. The news headline displays and reads: “The Blood Moon Heir Is Pregnant. Five Alphas Are In A Love Pentagon.”

The papers scattered across the floorboards, drifting down onto the tables of the stunned guests. "Look at them!" Claire shouted, pointing a manicured nail at me. "Those are the true academy ledgers from the outer ring sanctuaries. Leah wasn't playing the ghost because she was smart. She was hiding because her lineage was rejected by her own mother! She wasn't a charity case—she was an outcast who failed the physical evaluations three times because her wolf couldn't handle the Southern climate. She spent her nights begging Derek for scraps from the Blackwood kitchens!" The Southern elders began to pick up the papers, their faces twisting as they read the forged Council documents.

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?”

I pull my attention away from Mom and hurriedly search through my purse until my fingers wrap around my phone. Unknown Number. A knot forms instantly in my stomach. I answer the call and lift the phone to my ear. “Hello?” “Hello, ma’am.” A rushed voice comes from the other end. “This is Anita. Your new PA? Something about you just came up on the news… and it’s bad.” My grip tightens around the phone. “What are you talking about?” “Someone leaked videos from the anniversary party online.” The voice lowers nervously. “The clips are everywhere right now.” A cold feeling spreads through my chest. Shit.