Aria Adams Leaked Novels & Stories

His expression darkens instantly. “What is it?” I ask. “Another leak.” My stomach tightens. “About the board?” “No.” He turns the screen toward me. A news headline fills the display. REYES HOLDINGS SCANDAL DEEPENS — ARCHITECT’S MARRIAGE TIED TO CORPORATE MERGER CLAUSE My pulse spikes. “They already know?” “Yes.” “Who leaked it?” Adrian’s eyes narrow slightly. “That’s what we’re about to find out.” My chest tightens again. “Marcus.”

‎ ‎Adrian’s phone buzzed again. ‎ ‎This time, his expression darkened. ‎ ‎“What now?” Daniel asked. ‎ ‎“They leaked a preview,” Adrian said. ‎ ‎Ava leaned closer. ‎ ‎A headline draft filled the screen. ‎ ‎CEO’s Wife Linked to Secret Affair as Corporate Scandal Deepens ‎ ‎Ava closed her eyes briefly. ‎ ‎Then opened them. ‎ ‎“They’re not just attacking me,” she said. “They’re positioning me as leverage.” ‎ ‎Adrian’s jaw tightened.

“Shelia, I feel so happy right now. Someone actually cares about me, someone’s shedding tears for me.” “You’re such an idiot.” I turned my face away, feeling a little uncomfortable under his gaze. I knew that behind his tenderness, there were emotions I couldn’t fully understand. Just then, my phone rang. It was one of my employees. “Shelia, something terrible happened! Pictures of the setup for Ada’s wedding have been leaked online, and it’s all over the trending searches…” Ada? That was a contract I’d fought so hard to land. My mind went blank for a moment.

Adams sat reviewing papers, seemingly unconcerned. Chairman Wilson called the meeting to order with characteristic pomposity. "We face an unprecedented situation requiring immediate attention. Ms. Mitchell, Mr. Volkov, the floor is yours." Emma stepped forward, decision made. "Before we address the press allegations, there's another matter requiring Board attention." She nodded to Jenkins, who distributed security footage screenshots to each member. "Two nights ago, Board member Adams accessed confidential security records without authorization and subsequently shared them with the Boston Herald." Gasps and murmurs erupted around the table. Adams' face flushed deep red.

Makes me feel like the biggest idiot alive. Right then the door clicks open. Emma walks in, steps all hesitant like she’s walking on glass. I catch it immediately, the tension in her shoulders, eyes darting around. I don’t give a shit anymore. The door shuts behind her with this soft thud. She comes forward slowly, stops just short of the desk. “Mr. Adams,” I say, ice cold. “Repeat what you told me.” He turns a little toward her, laptop still lit up. “I found a leak. Client info, financial stuff, contacts and our work getting sent to rival firms.”

“Leak every photo. Every video. Leak me at 2 AM with Alex in my arms. Leak me singing to him because his mother was bleeding out. Leak me changing his diaper because Marcus was dead and Valeria was in jail and there was no one else.” He stepped closer to the laptop. “You know what those photos show, Reese? They show I love him. They show I chose him. At 3 AM. At 3 months. At 4 years. They show I didn’t need a court order. I didn’t need a DNA test. I didn’t need Marcus’s money.” _Beep. Beep. Beep._ 79 BPM. Up three. Not from fear. From fury. “So leak them,” Adrian said. “Everyone already knows I love him. Put it on TMZ. Put it on a billboard. I’ll buy the ad space myself.”

Levi growled. His mood perked up a little when he looked through his emails on his phone and saw the report from the forensic's team. The blue-haired girl who'd seemed heavily interested in What If during Natalie's game pitch was the leak. She'd overshared way too much during pillow talk with her girlfriend, and it seemed while she was passed out in post-coital bliss, her partner had gone to town on her Chassis laptop. "Damn Adrianne!" Levi grumbled as he closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat. She was a brilliant storyteller and knew way too much about Chassis and all their pipeline plans. By demanding her resignation letter and pressing charges, he'd be shooting himself in the foot.

His knuckles were white where he gripped his phone. Adrian was there, too. He was leaning against the banister, a cup of coffee in his hand, looking as relaxed as a man on holiday. He met my eyes and smiled—a slow, cruel curl of the lip that said checkmate. "Good morning, little bird," Adrian drawled. "I see the news reached the attic. Terrible timing, really. Right before the big party." "You did this," I hissed, stepping toward him. "You leaked the photos. You wrote those lies."

Because monsters don’t always break down doors. Sometimes they crawl through memories. --- The next morning, Vanessa called. Her voice was sharp. “There’s been a breach.” “What kind?” “Online.” I heard Adrian come to a halt across the room. Vanessa continued. “Someone leaked your medical files. Ultrasounds. Bloodwork. Hospital scans.” My stomach dropped. “How?” “They traced it to a temp nurse at the private hospital. Paid in cash. Two weeks ago.” “What was leaked exactly?” “Everything. Including the due date and the name.”

he said. “No,” I replied. “I’m finished being polite.” — Sleep didn’t come easily. When it did, it was shallow—fragmented by images of headlines and faces and rooms where decisions were made without me. I woke before dawn, heart racing. Something was wrong. I checked my phone. A new article had dropped overnight. Not speculation. Evidence. Someone had leaked internal communications—Julian’s. Carefully chosen. Enough to raise questions without answering them. “He didn’t release that,” Adrian said when I showed him. “Someone inside turned.”