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And beneath that there were blurred company watermarks, partial documents, and insider testimonies all splashed across web pages and social media. The leak was vague, but far more detailed than the previous. And even though nothing had been fully proven yet, what had emerged was enough to cause a nationwide uproar. And indeed it was already doing that. Grandmother Hayes had been in the conservatory when Emmet came rushing in with the info. She had not needed more than three glances at the screen before her cup slipped and shattered on the tiled floor. Now, barely an hour later, she was pacing the drawing room, holding onto her own tablet one moment and pulling it forward in the next one, try

He studied the graphs of Clarisse’s dark transactions and the Vendrake network—transactions he had just deliberately leaked. “Let’s see how you survive this, Clarisse,” he whispered coldly. It didn’t take long for chaos to erupt. Clarisse received a flurry of reports from Vendrake’s men. “Our transactions have been leaked! Several big clients are backing out! Your adoptive father is furious!” Clarisse slammed the glass table until it cracked. “Who dared to play with fire behind my back?!” “All evidence points to Adrian, Miss,” one of her subordinates replied in a small voice.

“Do it.” The netizens went into a commotion half an hour later. They no longer regarded me as the maniac who had made a scene during a bidding conference. A more shocking headline had emerged. [The talented designer’s wife conspired with her lover to steal his work and empty their company.] Alex wrapped up all the evidence I had shown during the shareholders’ meeting. He edited it into pictures with long passages coupled with Linda's and Samuel’s identities. He spread it all over the Internet. Consequently, the public opinion changed drastically.

I looked away as I re-lived that night in my mind. “I went to warn her to stay away from you, Avery.” Adriano said. He reached out and tentatively took my hand. “But she spun it around for her secret camera to take a picture at the perfect time.” He snorted angrily. “The misleading picture was taken and “leaked” to the press the following morning. How convenient for the bitch.” He shook his head and looked at me again. “You think she leaked the picture?” I asked. “It was all a part of her plan, Avery,” Adriano said. “For someone so smart like you, why cant you see this?”

“I can handle pressure. What I can’t handle is not knowing if the man beside me is choosing me or choosing control.” Damian swallowed. “I’m choosing you.” “Then stop deciding for me,” she said. A sharp knock echoed through the room. Both of them froze. Adrian stepped inside moments later, face pale. “We have a problem.” Damian straightened. “Talk.” “Confidential files were leaked to the press,” Adrian said. “Not everything—but enough.” Elena’s chest tightened. “Marcus.” “Yes,” Adrian confirmed. “And he made sure your name stays out of it—for now.”

Gossip blogs exploded. And Nathan Cross? He took the bait. By nightfall, a private but “accidentally” leaked video hit the dark web—a grainy shot of Leila at Whitmore Park. No audio, just her silhouette and Nathan’s unmistakable profile. The implication was clear. Leila was disloyal. She’d been meeting with his rival. The press had a field day. What Nathan didn’t know was that the entire leak was traced. And now Adrian knew exactly which of Nathan’s fake corporations had uploaded it.

Her reflection in the polished steel doors showed a woman standing taller than yesterday, but with eyes haunted by the storm to come. The office smelled of coffee and leather. Adrian was at his desk, calm on the surface, but his hands were clenched. He didn’t smile when she entered. “Sit,” he said, voice low. “We need to talk.” Isabella obeyed. She didn’t need him to tell her that the world had begun whispering, watching, judging. “Photos leaked,” he said bluntly. “Not the official ones.” “I saw them,” she admitted. “And?” He ran a hand through his hair. “Clara’s behind this. She got a photographer to follow us last night.”

Elara: You should explain the leaks first. The reply came instantly. Adrian: I didn’t do this. She believed him. That was the problem. Across the city, Adrian Hale stood in his office, jacket discarded, tie loosened, hands braced against the glass wall overlooking Valemont. His world was collapsing in bullet points and headlines, and the only thing that hurt more than the damage was knowing Elara might think he’d caused it. The leaks were real. Brutal. Precise. Too precise. “Find the source,” he snapped into the phone. “Internal and external. I don’t care how far back you have to dig.”

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. Her knees buckled, and Liam caught her before she fell. “It’s everywhere,” he whispered. “Not just gossip now. The press has picked it up.” By afternoon, the campaign office was in chaos. Volunteers spoke in hushed voices, some glancing nervously at Amara when they thought she wasn’t looking. The leadership team gathered behind closed doors, their discussion muffled but tense. When the door finally opened, one of the senior coordinators, Ms. Harding, pulled Amara aside.

After they left, Ada Wood wanted to pour some water to drink, but found that there was no boiling water. She didn't want to trouble others, so she had to take the kettle and open the water herself. When she got the hot water and went back, she saw Adair Carter standing at the end of the corridor with his aunt, saying something. Perhaps it was curiosity that drove her to walk that way. Mrs. Carter took some photos in her hand and put them on Adair Carter's hand. Her voice was very angry. "Adair, you didn't mean that the woman in the rain that day was not Ada Wood. What is this? If someone steals them, they will directly blackmail your father. Why do you think your father will be sent to the i