Novel & Cerita Callie Murphy Leaks

Then softly: “I stopped believing that years ago.” The corridor lights flickered once. Then stabilized again. Nathan suddenly cursed quietly. “What?” Nathan looked toward Damian immediately. “Media outlets are getting leaks.” Damian’s expression sharpened instantly. “What kind of leaks?” Nathan’s face tightened. “Internal Vale files.” Everyone froze. Amelia’s stomach dropped instantly. Vanessa smiled faintly. “There it is.” Damian’s voice turned colder. “You released them.” Vanessa shrugged lightly. “Not personally.” A pause.

Leila stopped walking. Read it again. He regrets. Her phone buzzed again. Another alert. Then another. The story was spreading in real time, outlet to outlet, the way things did when someone with inside access decided to talk. Someone had leaked it. Not the pregnancy itself, that was still framed as unconfirmed. But Adrian's knowledge of it. The rights he'd signed away. The regret. Someone inside Blue Moon Pack had just handed the media a story about her child. Leila's hand tightened around the phone. She turned and walked directly to her father's study. They were out of time.

Celine closed her laptop, stood up, and walked to the window. Down below, traffic moved in its usual rhythm, unaware that one of the city’s biggest empires had just been set on fire. Minutes later, her phone began to buzz. The first messages came from Social Whispers, an invite-only chatroom for top-tier executives. Screenshots of leaked files filled the chat: Brooks Enterprises’ offshore dealings, falsified expense reports, hidden debts. The reactions were instant — disbelief, curiosity, and then exhilaration. Rumors spread like wildfire. Within hours, business news channels picked it up. Breaking alerts appeared on major networks:

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?"

Ryan picked up the phone and called Carol, asking her to book two flight tickets to the capital. Back in my office, Carol walked in. "Ms. Chloe, did you see the news?" I looked at her in confusion. "What news?" Carol looked somewhat surprised. "It seems you don't know. You should check the news quickly. There's something about the arrest of Melanie, and it has exposed many secrets of the Murphy family." She walked to my desk, turned on the large screen in the office, and switched to the local news channel. Sure enough, they were currently broadcasting live scenes of the police arresting Melanie.

Noah snapped out of it and quickly took her hand, turning to leave. I stood frozen, watching them walk back into what had once been my home. Noah kissed Lola gently. Lola wrapped her arms around his waist and began undoing the buttons of his shirt. Whatever had been simmering between them was now boiling over. Then, the door shut firmly. I knew exactly what was happening inside. I'd been there myself, more times than I could count. Gripping the handle of my suitcase, I turned and walked away without looking back. … Back at my own house, I knelt before my father's urn to confess.

Like he finally had control of the narrative again. The leaks began three days later. The first was subtle—a voice note of May, sobbing softly and saying, “I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t know if I’m crazy, or if he’s right.” The caption read: “A woman unraveling… or rehearsing?” It went viral. Then came the photo carousel—May in a tight dress from five years ago, arm-in-arm with an unnamed man at an event. “Climbing ladders or falling in love?”

Terry said, sounding firm and strict before he ended the call. Almost immediately, a blog news popped up on my phone, and when I checked it, I became utterly shocked. It was video of Carmen and me arguing hotly in my car some minutes ago. Someone had recorded us and leaked it to the public.

Perfect lies. The woman who’d once told me, “We’ll get through this, Ethan. Together.” Now I wasn’t sure if “together” ever meant the same thing for her as it did for me. It started with a headline that morning: “CARTER UNDER FIRE: New Allegations Surface — Possible Internal Leak.” No author credit. But I didn’t need one. The phrasing was pure Cassandra, viciously polite, made to hurt and disgrace my mom. I threw my phone onto the couch and ran a hand through my hair.

“We’re not gonna talk about your ex. I just wanna know how you feel. I know it’s shocking and depressing that we have to go through this again, but, baby, I’m here.” “Go. Do whatever you want.” She picked up the remote and turned on the TV. She chose an online movie streaming app and watched a random movie. I stood up and dialed Valentine. He picked up right away as if he was waiting for someone’s call. “Madden, how’s my sister?” “What do you think?” I sat on an accent chair. “I did it.” “What did you do?” I frowned. “I was the one who leaked the photo.” “What? Say it again?” Shock was an understatement. I was quick on my feet after hearing his admission. “Why the fuck did you do that?”