Alyssa Griffith Leaked Novels & Stories

Episode 3 Alyssa's pov . I got home and the first thing I did was to crash on my bed. I feel more dumb after that interview . If I don't get that job I can't tell if it's my fault or mr rudes fault. I guess I just hope for the best or even the worst , because that's what happens . I made an heavy sigh and closed my eyes for a nap that drifted me to sleep. I woke up the next day with a pounding headache I couldn't find the reason for.

Now. I grab the remote. Turn on the TV. Channel 5 is showing a press conference. Victoria Chen stands at a podium. "Thank you all for coming," she says. "I've called this press conference to address the charges against me and to make one final statement about Alessia Reed Walker." "Oh God," I whisper. Jeffrey sits beside me. Takes my hand. On screen, Victoria continues. "Yes, I leaked sealed documents. Yes, I bribed a court official. Yes, I fabricated evidence. I admit all of it. And I'd do it again."

and “repairing relationships with adult children.” Freya closed the laptop, satisfied. "Time to go have a banana milkshake." She stretched. "Hundred letters successfully sent. Yayyy..." *** By morning, the internet and whole world was on fire. “FOOTBALL PRODIGY EXPOSED?” “XANDER SAVAGE ACCUSED OF AFFAIRS WITH MARRIED WOMEN” “BRAGGING LETTERS LEAKED—IS THIS YOUR HERO?” Screenshots spread like disease. Group chats buzzed. Threads multiplied. TikTok narrations exploded.

Check the news, NOW. I read the text, puzzled at what my sister was so eager for me to see. I clicked the link she sent, with shivers running down my spine. I was shocked when my eyes caught Susan in a gossip blog, committing sexual acts in an explicit video. The blog post title stated: ‘Socialite, Susan Ash, seen in sex tape leak.’ My eyes widened in shock as the video played. The guy’s face was blurred out but hers was very visible. The internet was on fire.

Her deceitful tactics don’t just target me, but you as well, Logan. Logan’s brows furrowed, his emotions hidden behind a mask of unreadability. He shifted his gaze to Alessia’s face, parting his thin lips. ‘Is that true?’ Olivia hurriedly continued, ‘Yes, she snapped those pictures of us in secret and leaked them to the media. She’s using the story to further her own career.’

She stumbled into the hall, phone in her hand, hair a mess like she hadn’t even finished getting ready for the day. “What?” I asked, heart slamming. Isabella held out her phone, her voice shaking. “You need to see this. Right now.” I took it. My fingers froze. My name was everywhere. Alongside Ricci’s. Headlines flashing. News channels picking it up. Social media exploding. Reporter Sophia Leigh leaks explosive documents exposing Ricci Russo’s role in assassination attempt. Wife or traitor? Ricci Russo's betrayal—and the woman who exposed him. I couldn’t breathe.

I said in an impassive tone, loosening my fists. Christian clenched his jaws, sneering at me. The sudden build of tension was soon dissipated when several phones chimed at once. I looked at Jackson and he pulled out his phone. “The details about Beta Carys’ trail in AAC have been leaked on the internet,” Jackson whispered. I looked at the reporters, then at Joshua and Edith.

Down to the dilation of their eyes. “Ssshh…” after some more time she silences them. “Now gentlemen the leak will surface sooner or later.” Alyssa stands up and walks around the room like a hunter preying on wild animals. “And when their name comes up on my phone screen, they better pray I don’t ruin their lives.” Erik gulps and Alyssa notices it. “Are we being serious right now?” Theodore scoffs and looks around the room to watch for any cameras. There are none. “Someone fucking knows about what we did to get Richard Davis into the White House and we’re worrying about the blame?! This can end all of our careers if exposed.”

Because after everything— After the chaos, the pressure, the scandal— He was still choosing her openly. Still standing beside her. Still refusing to let go. A sudden notification sound interrupted the moment. Lucas glanced at his tablet again before groaning quietly. “It keeps getting worse.” Alexander looked up sharply. “What now?” Lucas hesitated. Then— “Someone leaked old photos of Amara from her social media.” Amara froze instantly. “What?” Lucas looked uncomfortable now. “People are reposting them everywhere.” Her stomach dropped painfully. The internet digging through her personal life suddenly felt deeply violating.

He was propped against the kitchen counter like he had been waiting for hours. I set my keys down on the table. “Define ‘that.’” “Don’t get me started.” He waved his phone in my direction, the screen glowing with a frozen video frame—Ophelia and me at the press conference, every flashbulb in the city immortalizing us side by side. “This leak—don’t try to tell me you weren’t aware of it.” “I wasn’t aware of it,” I said simply as I opened the fridge. “Alessandre—”