Amira West Leaked Novels & Stories

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.

NATHAN (CONT’D) I’m not here to punish you, Imani. I just want what’s right for Amira. Imani stared at the paper like it was a loaded weapon. She didn’t reach for it. Instead, she shifted Amira to her other arm and scoffed. IMANI Now you want to act like the noble one? After leaking my life to the press? Nathan raised a brow. NATHAN I leaked the truth. Not your “life.” And the truth… didn’t need help being ugly.

Her friend came rushing towards her, and immediately asked her what was wrong, and when the girl pointed at her phone, her friend who helped her seemed shocked after seeing what was on the girl’s phone. My phone started vibrating, and even my friend’s phone started ringing, and right on time, the speaker was on and a voice I was very familiar with began talking. It was no other than Amelia. “This is your President speaking. Someone leaked the video of Loisa West falling down from the rooftop, and even posted pictures of her dead body. I advise all of the students to not open the link that an anonymous sender sent you. It’s no other than the video and pictures of Loisa West. Again, I repeat.

And it started with another leak. It was just past midnight. Damian had gone to bed hours ago, but I sat curled up on the living room couch, buried beneath application files, trying to retrace every step, every decision. My laptop buzzed beside me with spreadsheet after spreadsheet of our applicant notes. I had read them all, over and over. Trying to prove to myself that we had done the right thing. Then my phone lit up. I almost didn’t check. But habit won. "Exclusive: Leaked Ranking Docs Reveal Amara’s Pretty Preference?"

“Then you’re braver than you think.” She wanted to collapse into him, to let his certainty shield her from the storm. But before she could, his phone buzzed. He frowned, pulling it from his pocket. The color drained from his face as he scanned the screen. “What is it?” Amara asked, dread knotting in her stomach. He turned the phone so she could see. A new headline blared across it: Community Rising Leader in Secret Scandal? Footage Sparks Questions About Integrity Beneath the headline was a still frame from the leaked video, Amara and Liam leaving her flat, their intimacy framed as evidence of impropriety.

That cursed mate bond threw her off. “I’ll go take a leak,” Amira replied, sitting up and adjusting her pants. It really was just… there… pointing forwards. Amira covered her groin casually and traipsed away from the campsite. She could see from the corner of her eyes Zev and Baltir sharing a perplexed glance and heard them comment about her choice of words. “A leak?”

Both of them radiating fury. "How bad?" Adrian asked immediately. Sasha held up his phone. "It's everywhere. Every outlet. Every platform. Someone leaked the whole story." "Show me." He handed him the phone. Adrian's face drained of color as he read. Then he passed it to me. I didn't want to look. Made myself anyway. BILLIONAIRE CEO ADRIAN EMPORIO'S SECRET LOVE CHILD SCANDAL Twin Sons Kidnapped in Brutal California Home Invasion

She took the microphone from the startled chairman with a smile that carried steel. “I know I wasn’t invited,” she said, her voice calm, resonant. “But you’ll want to hear this.” Murmurs erupted from the seated guests. Cameras turned. Montez stiffened, torn between rage and awe. “For months, you’ve been fed lies about me. About Montez Vitalio. About everything we’ve done. Some of those lies are true,” Amira said, her eyes sweeping the crowd. “Yes, I was a stripper. Yes, our relationship started off as a sham. Yes, I allowed myself to be used as a pawn. I was every terrible thing they said. And I own it.”

Could he possibly have given a chance to know the truth about it? Amira stood up from her seat slowly. She took her strides towards her hidden safe and punched her codes right in front of Zadkiel's nose. After a couple of seconds, the little door opened and revealed a stack of confidential documents. Amira took two sealed envelopes from them leisurely and locked the rest of them again. Then she went back to her previous position earlier and seated quitely. “I can sense that you were about to ask me about your forgotten past, are you, son?” she raised a question that made Zadkiel’s composure shatter in an instant. He felt uneasy at the mention of his forgotten past.

“That’s what they wanted to keep hidden. This is why my mother ran.” The room fell silent. Rafael crossed himself. “You mean to go public?” Amara didn’t hesitate. “I’ll go global. Every contact Isabel protected, I now command. I’ll leak the files. Freeze their assets. Expose their crimes. And when they run?” Her smile was sharp. “I’ll hunt them.” Later That Night — The Crown Ceremony It wasn’t tradition. It wasn’t blood-sanctioned. But Amara didn’t give a damn. In the deepest chamber beneath the Nero estate, where ancient Mafiosi used to anoint kings, she stood in a circle of fire.