Amanda Mendes Leaked Novels & Stories

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t hear Amanda’s footsteps approaching until she was practically in his face. “Well, well, well,” Amanda sneered, crossing her arms as she stood in his doorway. “Looks like things aren’t going so well for you, Alex.” He looked up, his eyes narrowing. “What the hell do you want, Amanda?” She sauntered into the apartment without waiting for an invitation, glancing around as if she owned the place. “I just came to see how you’re holding up after your little girlfriend found out about your dirty secrets.” Alex clenched his fists, his temper rising. “You did this, didn’t you? You leaked those emails.”

In another, I was leaning closer to her, our proximity undeniably intimate. My jaw froze. “Where did you get these?” “They're sent anonymously to my email about an hour ago,” Kendal said with a smirk. “And that’s not all.” She swiped again, revealing screenshots of the company’s financial reports and sensitive information that only a handful of people had access to. “What the hell is this?” I asked, my voice low but softened. Kendal crossed her arms, her expression serious. “It looks like someone is trying to stir the pot, Lucas. These pictures, the leaked documents, are set up. Someone wants to damage your reputation.

“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.”

She said coldly. Lauren slowly resumed her seat. "I'm sorry to hear that." She replied calmly. "Don't play games with me, Lauren." Tessa snapped, stepping closer to the desk. Lauren folded her hands together. Tessa dropped several documents onto the table. "Confidential information was leaked." Lauren glanced briefly at the papers before returning her attention to Tessa. "That's unfortunate." She said kindly. "I know how this must feel." "Cut the act." Tessa said sharply. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

It's at that moment that the full magnitude of what is happening hits me and it's like a sucker punch to the gut, knocking the air out of me. Sketches that are supposed to come out next week have been leaked today. Sketches that I made. Sketches that are for a huge collab and therefore, it's leak will affect the other company as much as it is affecting us right now. Sketches that had been kept in my drawer at my desk and had by some miraculous means, found their way on top of it. I turn to Amanda. "You said you saw them on my desk?" She nods. "On top of it?" I ask again because I'm finding it hard to believe.

Amanda: “I'm so sorry. We'll fix this. We'll find who did this.” Unknown: “Withdraw now while you still have dignity.” Unknown: “You're not fit to serve. Drop out.” Campaign staff: “What's our response? The media is swarming the HQ.” "How?" Her voice cracked, barely above a whisper. "How did they get that footage?" "Someone leaked it." King's voice was hard. "Someone with access to my building's security system." "Who could?” Only a few people knew about her sleepwalking in the first place.

She called Mr Scott immediately. "It is done, Aiden just sent me an email transferring ownership of A&M constructions to me. I also took the apartment away from him," Amanda said. "Good, now he will come home and I will pick it up from there," Mr Scott said and ended the call. Amanda opened the email and clicked on the link thinking it would open the company's file location. She frowned when she saw a file name Porn Star. She clicked on it and her eyes widened at what she saw.

The breakthrough came from an unexpected source: a paralegal in Senator Morrison's office who had been quietly documenting the coordination between political operatives and corporate interests for months. "Her name is Amanda Chen," Jessica, their investigative researcher, explained during an emergency meeting. "She's the one who leaked the original memos, and she has a lot more." "Why is she coming forward now?" Sophia asked. "Because the attacks on Carlos crossed a line for her. She says going after someone's immigration status for organizing work reminded her why she got into politics in the first place."

I take the tablet, my eyes locking onto the bold, black text of the headline: BREAKING: Lachlan Mendes Arrested for Murder of Aiden Mendes’ Mother; Linked to Recent Assassination. I scroll through the article, reading about a leaked confession where Lachlan admitted to murdering Aiden’s mother—a crime initially covered up by Beatrice and several other accomplices. "He murdered Aiden trying to prevent this from being released," Noah murmurs, clenching his jaw. "Whoever sent it to Aiden first must have leaked it the moment they heard news of his demise."

Right now, two bodyguards stood at the door, two others just outside, while six large, intimidating men loomed behind Damian like a wall of muscle. “Was it you?" He stepped closer, holding her phone tightly in one hand. His voice was low and accusing. "Did you leak those recordings?" Amelia didn't flinch. "So what if I did?" Her voice was calm, unapologetic. "They're true, aren't they? Or do you not have the guts to admit what you did?" She wasn't trying to hide anything. In fact, she had leaked the audio intentionally, using a method that could easily be traced back to her. Because this time, she wasn't…