Callie Murphy Leaks Novels & Stories

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.

However, she suddenly saw the trending news. "Breaking news! Leaked photos of the former CEO of Lane Group, Xavier Lane, and Daphne Reyes being intimate from eight years ago!" She clicked into the news and saw a few photos of Daphne and Xavier in bed. Jackie was shocked. "I know Mr. Xavier had been with this celebrity before, but who leaked these photos?" The discussions online were going wild. Meanwhile, Jeremiah saw the news as well, and he smiled. He wanted to see how Xavier would explain the situation since he was pretending to have amnesia.

“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?”

She pulled her hands up and down to indicate breathing up and down and Ivy followed suit. Slowly, Ivy regained her senses and voice. "My phone," She opened her bag and brought out her phone. Instantly, she was already reading the news headline. "Sex tape leaked: BILLIONAIRE DILLON LONG HAVING A HEATED SEX WITH ACTRESS MIRABEL," Her phone fell from her hands as soon as she read the headline.

They'd found her. The siege was starting again. At midnight, Sarah's phone rang. She answered, listened, then turned pale. "What?" Maeve asked. "That was Marcus. Someone leaked Carter's sealed divorce records from Elizabeth. The whole story, the NDA, the payout, the allegations of controlling behavior." Sarah's voice was grim. "It's going to be front page tomorrow. Right alongside your interview." "Who leaked it?" "Does it matter? The damage is done." Sarah showed her phone. The headline was already live online.

The sound cut through the moment instantly. I stepped back. Annoyance flashed through me before I even looked at the screen. Adrian. I answered immediately. “What happened?” His voice was serious. Too serious. “Declan.” I straightened. “What?” A pause. “Someone leaked confidential information about Milly to the press.” Everything inside me went cold. “What information?” Another silence. And I already knew I wasn’t going to like the answer. “Her past.” My grip tightened around the phone. “Send me everything.”

BAILEE Pressing record on my phone, I got out of the Range Rover and adjusted my sunglasses. I knew this was a mistake, but I also couldn’t help myself. I needed to hear it right from Caleb that he had been the one to leak the story about me losing my baby as a teenager. He had been surprisingly quick to respond to my request to meet, and my stomach had twisted instantly. I didn’t like how willing he was to get together after what had happened last time and the fact that we were at war.

“I want to watch him burn, and you two are the only ones who can do it.” Celeste met his gaze, her resolve solidifying. “We will.” Back at Sinclair Tower, the team got to work. Lena and Nolan prepared a controlled leak, flipping the engagement scandal on its head. Instead of denying it, Celeste and Damien embraced it. They released personal footage of their genuine moments together, completely disproving Calloway’s claims. They counter-leaked emails showing Calloway’s attempts to control her career, and finally, they hinted at a major exposé coming soon.

More certain. More us. And just like that— The cracks didn’t seem so deep anymore. The relief was short-lived. Because the next morning— Jessica stormed into my office, eyes wild. "We have a problem." I shot up from my chair. "What now?" She shoved a tablet in front of me. "Calloway just made his next move." My stomach dropped as I read the headline. "Steele Industries Scandal: Leila Hawke’s Past Under Fire." I exhaled, my fingers tightening around the tablet.

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