Annie Knight Leaks Novels & Stories

The screen lit up with notifications from her building's security app. "Intruder alert: Unauthorized access detected." Attached was a video clip grainy but clear: the hallway camera showing first her entering alone, then Kian slipping in minutes later, and finally Tade using his key but that wasn't the worst part. The next message was from an unknown number: "Hot show. This is going viral in the group chat. Who's the mystery man with your ex?" The footage had leaked and it was already spreading through Abuja's elite W******p circles the ones full of gallery owners, businessmen, her colleagues, people who knew her face, people who would recognize Tade and now, perhaps, Kian too.

Then, I appeared in the audience. After receiving a signal from Samuel, Justin immediately pointed at me and shouted dramatically, "Hey, look! Isn't that Levi Young, the former employee who leaked corporate secrets? How do you still have the nerve to show up here?" The second he yelled that out, guests all around us turned to scrutinize me. I took a deep breath and pointed toward Samuel, who stood under the spotlight onstage. "Mr. Cooper, we talked about this before. What exactly will you do if I can prove I never leaked corporate secrets?"

“Like I told you earlier, I’m Liam Knight, CEO of Knights Corp.” My brows flew to my forehead. Now I know why his name sounded so familiar. His company was one of the biggest real estate companies in the country. Owning about fifty percent of the city, Liam Knight was one of those names you whispered about at cocktail parties or charity events. “Aiden Elgort,” Blondie said with that heart-flipping grin of his. He stepped forward, reaching for my hand and shaking it before bringing the back of my palm to his lips, his green eyes holding some kind of intensity as he kissed it. “It’s lovely to meet you.”

I’m scared of what this will do to us. Damien pulled her even closer. Then let’s face it together. The next morning, Alec made his next move. Photos surfaced online grainy images of Sienna leaving the courthouse years ago, surrounded by reporters, tears in her eyes. The headlines were cruel: “The Billionaire’s Mistress: A Troubled Past Revealed” “Sienna Carter’s Secret Life: Courtrooms, Trauma, and the Man She Sent to Prison” “Can Blackwood’s Empire Survive Her Scandal?”

“So that’s it. To you, I was nothing but trash standing in the way of your path to Ashton.” “Exactly. So let go of me and never call again,” Gianna snapped before abruptly ending the call. Leo slowly lowered his phone, staring blankly at the darkened screen. The pain he felt transformed into a cold, unyielding resolve. He realized the woman he had loved was no longer the same person. Gianna Robinson had become a monster of her own making, born from unchecked ambition. * Three days later, the international entertainment world was shaken by a sudden invitation to a press conference held at a five-star hotel in downtown Los Angeles. Ashton Knight’s name was nowhere to be seen, but listed as the

Anonymous had captioned it: “Kianna Martin is selfish, cruel and ungrateful. Lysander took a bullet for her and she repays him with public humiliation. Mordred Sinclair, you're the real puppet-master. #ExposeThem” My hands shook so hard the phone slipped and fell on the tiles. The sound made Lesley stirred awake. “Kianna?” I couldn’t speak. Just picked up the phone and turned the screen to her. She watched in silence, then whispered, “Who the hell has roof-cam access?”

They knew he was doing them a favour and could ruin their career with a word from his lips. Smiling, Kiera eased their worries. “One question, only.” Thanks to Jace’s earlier charade, everyone hesitated to speak until one of the ladies took a step forward and cleared her throat. “Ms. Campbell, I am sure you are aware of your sex video leaked all over the internet with you and Mr. Dalton here?” ‘I just found out.” “What do you have to say concerning it? The media wonders if you sold yourself to save your company after your ex-hus…”

Danielle, softly: “No, Mom. He knows exactly what he’s doing.” --- Back at the Penthouse I sat curled on the couch, the television flickering. Reporters filled the screen, murmuring behind sleek microphones. No statement. No press release. Just whispers. And then— A new post exploded online. Anonymous. A whistleblower. A caption: > “It wasn’t a coincidence. The leak was paid for. The woman in the photo is not who you think she is… and Diane R. is not innocent.” My heart skipped. A second later, my phone buzzed.

All of them wanting the same thing, like a comment, a response, or an explanation. Someone had leaked footage from the debate. Not the whole thing. Just the part where Wallace brought up the rumors. But they'd added context. Photographs of me and Adrian together. Old ones from New York. Photographs of Serena, blurred but recognizable. Photographs that implied things that weren't true but looked convincing enough. The headline on one of the bigger sites read: "Senate Candidate Knight Embroiled in Love Triangle with Brother, Mystery Woman." My mother called seven times. I ignored all of them.

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.”