Alyssa Griffith Leaked Novels & Stories

I watched from the sidelines, heart racing. Alexander’s gaze locked onto the cameras. “We will not crumble. We will not bow. And we will never be owned.” The questions started, chaos breaking loose. And then, the assistant rushed up to me. Her voice was tight, urgent. “Leila… you need to see this.” I turned, my stomach twisting. She held up a phone. And on the screen? A breaking news alert. My breath stalled. A leaked recording. A voice I recognized. Marcus Calloway.

A headline screaming across the top of a gossip blog: Billionaire Noah Frost Spotted on Secret Getaway With Mystery Woman #WhoIsShe #FrostAffair #MysteryGirl Pictures. Pictures of me. On the balcony. In his shirt. Laughing. His arms around me. My throat closed. “Dawn…” My voice cracked. “Baby, breathe,” she whispered. “Just breathe.” “But how—how did they get these photos?” I whispered, panic slamming into my chest like a truck. “The island is private.” “Someone leaked it. Someone sold it. This happens with big names.” My eyes filled. “Oh God. Dawn, I look—I look like—like some secret side chick.”

In the end, he said nothing. The next morning, I was woken by a call from Chandler. "Ariana, check Twitter. I'm already handling it. Prepare to respond." I woke up instantly. "What happened?" His voice was low. "You and Tiffany are trending." #TiffanyLearyBreaksOffEngagement. #GreeneGroupCEONicholasGreeneCheatsWithAssistant. #NicholasGreeneHadASecretAffairWithHisAssistantForYears. #TiffanyLearyTheRealWoman.

Alyssa Watson My eyelashes blinked and I scoffed, my face was struck with an unbelievable look. "These people are more despicable than I thought," Since they want to play some games, then I will do them the honor of being their opponent. I sat on the chair and massaged my fingers. I opened an anonymous I*******m account and posted one of the pictures I saw on Alyssa Arnold's phone. It was a picture of Tristan and Chloe kissing secretly. There were a lot of secrets on the phone and it left me wondering how many secrets Alyssa died with.

Some had sent her pitying looks while some would give her malicious or mischievous glances. Thankfully, being with Grayson had thought her well enough to straightened her back and put on a calm facade. Though it took a lot of effort from her, Maya was glad that she was able to pull it through and told herself that when she’ll see him later, she would tell him that. “What can you say about that leaked video, Ms. Griffiths?!” A reporter came to her openly. “Is it because that your divorce was final that made Mr. Cunningham do that?! Our sources told us that the video came from him because of that scandal he was involved in the past!”

Mark handed me a bottle of water and sat down next to me. "She's not getting out. Neither is her pretty boy." "Dylan? What about Dylan?" "The police found a drug in Alyssa's system. It's used for mind control. You can't get it on the market—it's like something out of a voodoo curse. Alyssa had been taking it long-term. It was like she was under a spell. Whenever she heard certain trigger words from the person controlling her, she'd lose it. Her emotions would spike, and she'd do things she couldn't control."

Chelsea asked and I rubbed her back. “They won't do that love," I assured her. “Okay," Chelsea replied, closing the door to my room behind us. We changed our dress to swimming trunks and left the mansion. Walking among the Field grasses, we spot the pool upfront. “I remember you telling me Aysel saw you yesterday," Chelsea said looking at my face. “Yes, she saw me and took a picture of me, then gave it to the reporter, who didn't hesitate to upload it online," I explained, and Chelsea's eyes widened in shock.

"Silas, tell me... why is this @VesperOfYouth account so obsessed with my dead mother?" It was a burner account—no posts, no followers, but it had liked every single piece of news regarding Chloe's mother. Silas's body went rigid. His tail instinctively retracted. "How should I know?" he huffed, looking away. "You don't?" Chloe reached for the tablet to check the IP logs she'd been tracing. But a flurry of new notifications cut her off: BREAKING: Tiffany Vance 'Recording-Gate' Scandal Full Video Leaked: The Truth Behind the Substitute Bride

My eyes scanned for the brown folder in the box, and there it was, with a name on it: Ashley Miller. Without wasting a second, I opened it with shaking hands, the words blurring at first. My heart was pounding too hard to focus on anything. Then slowly, writing came into my view. Pages upon pages of strategy maps, council transcripts, and most damning of all, an anonymous accusation letter attached to the verdict. It stated that Ashley Miller had leaked classified information to an unknown rogue in exchange for protection during their uprising. Ivory gasped. “What type of protection, Ash? We were exiled, and nearly killed outside the pack.”