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“The stock dump from the fake scandal will make the buy-in cheap. We’re already staging the third-party purchase.” Veronica raised a brow. “And Celeste?” “Soon to be a relic.” But as the words left his mouth, his assistant rushed in, breathless. “Miss Hale, tthere’s something you should see.” On the giant screen, a new headline was rising fast across every entertainment outlet: BREAKING: Celeste Laurent Releases Never-Before-Seen Memo on Shelved Indie Project – Accepts Responsibility, Calls for Industry Transparency Veronica’s smile faded. “She beat us to it,” Bradley whispered. “She leaked the real memo herself.”

"You had the sex tape of us? And you leaked it?!" "No! No, I didn't leak it!" I screamed, shielding my head with my arms, terrified he was going to snap. "I swear on my fucking life, I didn't leak the tape! I woke up two mornings ago and someone hacked into my iCloud or they physically took my phone while I was passed out at the bonfire party. I didn't post it! Someone stole it from me!"

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.”

Bryson also did not expect her to suddenly come in, but he was not in a hurry, and did not mind exposing his body in front of her, but seeing her turn away from him, he covered his spot of focus with the blanket and asked her, "What happened? Is something wrong?" "I'm in trouble!" With that, Betty handed over the piece of news she got from her phone's search, "We've been secretly filmed. A media release just leaked the news, my prize is related to you." Bryson took the cell phone and read through the whole thing with his sharp eyebrows. A flash of anger appeared in his eyes, seeing that the main opponent of this news was Betty, and inside, there was no mention of his name and identity. Inste

"Bianca, have you lost your mind? Get online right now! Your sex tapes are all over the internet! You seriously slept with other sponsors behind Mr. Tarrett's back? If you want to ruin yourself, fine, but don't drag the whole agency down with you!" My mind went completely blank. All I could hear was Claudia screaming through the phone. "You better explain those videos right now! And if Mr. Tarrett loses it over this, none of us are letting you off the hook!" Then the call cut off. My hands shook as I grabbed my phone. The trending page was flooded with my leaked intimate videos. And right at the top was the headline— [International Supermodel Bianca Belmont Slept Her Way to the Top] Dave's f

she muttered. She took the phone from Antonia's hand. "No!" she barked and stumbled back. "It can't be, it can't be," Athena muttered. "My lady, I hate to break it to you. The video was leaked by an anonymous person; I tracked it, and it was Mitari Tonlas—Tari's sister," Antonia said, watching Athena's face closely. "That bitch! First she sabotaged my plan and caused the accident, now she is leaking a fucking sex tape! A sex tape!" Chief Athena yelled and threw the phone toward the window.

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

When they noticed me, the other woman quickly mumbled an excuse and left. Rebecca bit her lip, glancing around before speaking. “Ruby… have you seen what’s online?” I frowned. “Online? About what?” She lowered her voice. “Austin. Someone leaked it.” My stomach tightened. “Leaked what?” She hesitated, then unlocked her phone and turned the screen toward me. A paused video showed a dimly lit scene, Austin mid-fight, his body moving with terrifying speed, eyes faintly glowing. The camera angle was far away, almost hidden behind what looked like a broken fence.

"Cynthia Bermudez Strikes Back—Shocking Allegations Against Bridgette Martinez Could End Her Career.” Bridgette’s heart stopped. She grabbed the phone, scanning the article. Cynthia had leaked fabricated documents tying her to illegal stock manipulations. The evidence was fake—Bridgette knew that. But it didn’t matter. The damage had already begun. Thiago muttered a curse under his breath. “She’s trying to destroy you.” Bridgette felt her hands trembling. Thiago reached out, gripping her wrist gently. “We’ll fight this.” Bridgette swallowed hard, her mind spinning.

She stumbled into the hall, phone in her hand, hair a mess like she hadn’t even finished getting ready for the day. “What?” I asked, heart slamming. Isabella held out her phone, her voice shaking. “You need to see this. Right now.” I took it. My fingers froze. My name was everywhere. Alongside Ricci’s. Headlines flashing. News channels picking it up. Social media exploding. Reporter Sophia Leigh leaks explosive documents exposing Ricci Russo’s role in assassination attempt. Wife or traitor? Ricci Russo's betrayal—and the woman who exposed him. I couldn’t breathe.