Aria Adams Leaked Novels & Stories

By the time I limped back to my feet and turned the corner, voices drifted toward me. It was Elena Rivers, chatting with two girls we’d grown up with. “I mean, I did see Amara getting out of a car registered to someone on Harvard’s board late last night,” Elena said lightly, as if it were nothing more than an afterthought. “But that doesn’t really prove anything. I’m sure there could be a perfectly reasonable explanation.” A pause followed—the kind that invited imagination. “Stop defending her, Elena,” someone scoffed. “She hasn’t even released her grades. If she had nothing to hide, why keep them secret?”

Theo’s POV Adrian straightened in his chair, his face pale, and his hands shaking. “Grandma, it’s not what it looks like…” “Oh, it’s exactly what it looks like,” I cut him off. “This boy here gave Nicole access to our database. She leaked our confidential drug files to Ridgeway Biotech. Now wolves are suffering from permanent side effects because of him.” Adrian played with his fingers, a sign that he was nervous. And his voice cracked when he spoke. “I didn’t give her access, Grandma! She manipulated me. I was drunk…”

Of course, something was wrong, but, Adrain wasn't bothered about it. Then, in the office, Sophie burst into his office, her face pale and eyes wide with urgency. "Sir, you need to see this." Adrian took the tablet she handed him, the blood in his veins turning ice-cold as he read the headline splashed across the screen. EXPOSED: Lucas’s Secret Deals and Shady Transactions Unveiled. His grip on the tablet tightened. Beneath the headline was a leaked report, an exposé detailing years of fraudulent transactions, backdoor dealings, and off-the-record financial manipulations—all under Lucas’s name.

"No. It can't be Adam. You're mistaken. Adam already has a girlfriend, don't you know? It can't be- " "Trust me, Daniel, it is Adam. I know it's kind of hard to believe but it's true. Judy had been dating him, and secretly seeing him. She told me everything about it, in case something like this ever happened." I was dumbstruck. "No. You're lying. How do I know you're saying the truth? Can you prove all you've said now? Can you?" I asked, hoping she couldn't. "I can." She said, bringing out her phone from her pocket, "Emily recorded her conversation with Adam the last time they met." She said, clicking play on recording 140717.

Nothing much. James, my personal assistant, entered with a tablet in his hand, his face unreasonable. “Sir,” he cleared his throat. “Have you seen today's news?” “What now, James?” I frowned. He hesitated before placing the tablet on my desk. “Someone leaked Miss Lyvanne's prison history.”The words struck like a punch. “What?” I quickly snatched the tablet. Scrolling through the internet, my chest tightened as I read every single sentence posted by different pages.

It's the night before the college entrance exam. I pack and move out on the same day because I have already been admitted to Starward University through the guaranteed admission program. I also give all my notes and almost-new belongings to my roommate, Sonya Bradshaw, who's from a poorer family. For the past three years, I'd practically covered all of her living expenses, fed her yummy food every day, and even let her come along to my expensive extra tuition classes for free. Sonya has already turned to leave the dorm as I am leaving. However, she suddenly stops in her footsteps and turns to look at me. I assume that she's just going to say something mushy about parting with me, but t

After having been missing for many years, my biological parents found me at the age of sixteen. By that time, there was already someone else living in the family home who had taken my place as the Johnston family’s daughter. My parents, my older brother, and my fiance said warningly, “Don’t you dare act spoiled or entitled just because you’re a Johnston by blood. Also, don’t cause Hannah one ounce of trouble.” The entire family prioritized Hannah in every matter, which made me seem more like a maid whenever I was with them. For two years, I let them walk all over me, until they decided to use my near-perfect SAT score of 1550 to get Hannah, who had scraped together an 850, into an Ivy Le

The room erupted—questions shouted, flashes flaring. “Is Damon Smith behind the smear—?” “Was this retaliation for the divorce—?” “Is this connected to Sloane Monroe’s warrant?” Adrian waited, jaw tight, until the noise ebbed enough to speak again. “There will be time for law enforcement to determine the full scope of their involvement,” he said. “What I am confirming today is this: Rivera’s access was used to leak partial internal materials and forge documents, audio, and screenshots that were then circulated to gossip channels as ‘evidence’ of misconduct by Cross Enterprises and, more personally, by my partner.”

“I don’t care about damage control. I want to know how the files left our server. Find out who had access, cross-check the timestamps. I want answers before noon.” He ended the call, tossed the phone onto his desk, and exhaled deeply. Elena leaned on the doorframe. “Rough morning?” Adrian turned, his silver eyes softening immediately at the sight of her. “Did I wake you?” She smiled faintly. “No. But your CEO voice did.” That pulled a chuckle from him, short but genuine. “Sorry about that.” “What happened?” He hesitated before answering, and that hesitation made her stomach twist. “A document was leaked. A confidential proposal for our next major partnership. It’s all over the investor forum

"Jonathan Moore, head of finance—leaked confidential reports." "Linda Adams, senior executive—sold merger details to an outsider." "Eric Brown, IT department—attempted a security breach." Each name Adrian read was met with more shock. Some tried to deny their involvement, but the evidence was undeniable. Mr. Williams leaned forward. "I trusted all of you," he said, his voice laced with disappointment. "Yet, you betrayed me... for what? A few extra dollars from Margret?" Jonathan Moore stammered, "Sir, I— I only did it because I was threatened—"