Callie Murphy Leaks Novels & Stories

“What?” Damien opened Twitter, his fingers trembling. “Something just dropped.” Kayla grabbed her phone, refreshing her feed. And then— A voice recording from an unknown source had just been leaked. The Recording That Changed Everything As the audio began to play, the entire internet froze. Kayla’s voice came through the speakers, cold, sharp, and unmistakable. Kayla laughed, a bitter, humorless sound. “You think I’m going to confess to anything just because you asked nicely?”

They knew he was doing them a favour and could ruin their career with a word from his lips. Smiling, Kiera eased their worries. “One question, only.” Thanks to Jace’s earlier charade, everyone hesitated to speak until one of the ladies took a step forward and cleared her throat. “Ms. Campbell, I am sure you are aware of your sex video leaked all over the internet with you and Mr. Dalton here?” ‘I just found out.” “What do you have to say concerning it? The media wonders if you sold yourself to save your company after your ex-hus…”

“I’m already on my way.” I hit the driveway, kill the engine, jog inside. Lana’s in the living room, laptop open, face pale. She looks up. “It’s worse.” I cross to her, see the screen. Front-page gossip blog: “Leaked: Billionaire Roman Vale’s Office Tryst—Topless Stepdaughter Caught After Hours”

I got in anyway and saw Renan in the driver's seat. He started driving immediately, not saying a word. "Braham took Leo home as soon as the reporters started swarming," Callie said from the backseat, breathless. "He said he didn't want to do anything to them since you asked him not to." I nodded numbly, staring out the window as we sped away. My phone started buzzing. Notifications. Dozens of them. Hundreds. I pulled it out with shaking hands. The video was already everywhere. #MillieRoseHarvey was trending.

Just that line—like someone throwing gasoline over everything I’d just started to rebuild. My hands trembled as I tapped into the news feed. There it was. Every headline screaming in bold: WOLFE ENTERPRISES DOCUMENT LEAKED — INSIDER REVEALS TIES TO CORRUPTION INVESTIGATION WHO LEAKED IT? FIANCÉE EMERY UNDER FIRE AFTER CONFIDENTIAL FILES SURFACE ONLINE LOVE, LIES & LEAKS: KILLIAN WOLFE'S INNER CIRCLE UNDER SCRUTINY I dropped the phone. And it hit the floor with a sharp, echoing crash. But that didn't stop the buzzing sound from the phone that rang throughout the room.

My hand stops my fingers inches from her jawline, and I ease closer, her lips an inch away, everything silent, the electricity sizzling through me when my phone interrupts us—Carter, his voice desperate. I stopped short, my hand falling to my side, and put the call on speaker. “What?” I asked. Rain still dripping from my coat. “Clawford’s servers got nailed,” Carter said, his voice grim. “Valenticia’s emails — some private stuff — are leaking to the press. They cast her as erratic, disloyal.” Valenticia's bandaged hand knotted into a fist, and her eyes smoldered. “She’s destroying me,” she whispered, her voice shaking but intense. “We have to stop that van.”

He watched me, his lips trembling slightly as he started to speak, but ultimately he remained silent. Tyler walked up to Callum with a stern expression. "You eventually did the right thing, but it doesn't wipe the slate clean, Callum. You've leaked state secrets and defected to the enemy. These charges are sufficient to keep you in prison for the rest of your life." Callum smiled wryly while nodding. "I'll accept the charges." He then turned to me, his eyes carrying a trace of pleading. "C-Can I have a word with Hope first?"

Hours later, after laughter slowly replaced tears, Mandy’s phone buzzed. She checked it—and froze. “Vivian…” she whispered. Something in her tone made my heart thump painfully. I sat up straighter. “What is it?” She turned the phone toward me. A news alert blinked across the screen. My stomach dropped. VALe GLOBAL UNDER SCRUTINY AGAIN—Anonymous Source Leaks Partial Evidence Suggesting Possible Corporate Cover-up My throat tightened. Oh no. No, no, no. I stood so quickly the couch almost tilted. Favour and Mandy stared at me, confused.

Carol’s number didn’t go through either. I had wanted to go find her, but I was weak myself. I had a way of sabotaging everything I touch. I didn’t even think she would want to see me right now. Now, this morning, cameras flashed through my entrance- reporters yelled my name, asking questions I didn’t even want to hear. “Mr Jeremiah, do you care to shed light about the leaked video?” “Are you truly seeing your stepsister?” “Was that a public stunt for clout?” “Is there a motivation behind the relationship?” Fools.

I punch him in the arm and, being the nice guy that he is, pretends that I actually hurt him. Daniel Jay McCowan's lean body stand about five foot ten; his tendons frequently stretching over his muscles. He was our high school's running back, probably would have gone to college on scholarship had he not injured his shoulder senior year. His dusty brown hair always tends to flop in front of his face when he moves, and his green eyes have always had a glint of mischief in them. All that, combined with Audrey's fiery personality and my willingness to go along with all their schemes, and we were always getting ourselves into trouble.