Carly Hart Leak Novels & Stories

Zara Milli Lane didn’t scream. Not when her father was kidnapped. Not when Juliette burned down her first pop-up. Not when Alec confessed he was a billionaire hiding in thrift store jeans. But seeing her mother smiling beside Marissa Hart on that press release? It cracked her wide open.

EXCLUSIVE VIDEO: Helen Fletcher’s Secret Romance Exposed. There were screenshots. Blurry stills. A grainy video clip. Me. Jace. The club. The kiss. My breath hitched. The room tilted. This wasn’t happening. “Rita—what the hell is this?” I yelled. “It’s everywhere, Helen. TMZ, DailyFix, even Variety is running it. Someone leaked it.” “I don’t—this can’t be—” “Honey, you need to get out of there. Paparazzi are going to swarm. Come to my place. Now.”

Cold sweat streaked through her thick foundation, exposing the rough, dull skin underneath. "No! It's not true! This is all fake! Jillian photoshopped it to set me up!" Kelsey—or rather, Kelvin—shrieked at the top of his lungs. But the shock had made him slip, and he forgot to keep his voice pitched. What came out was no longer that sickly-sweet baby voice, but a rough guttural roar like a trucker with a three-pack-a-day habit suddenly getting his boot stepped on. That one outburst said it all.

My heart hammered wildly, feeling as though it stopped beating entirely the moment I saw the image displayed there. It was the silhouette photo of us inside the car last night, and it had now been widely circulated on a local online campus gossip portal with a highly incriminating headline. Before I could even process the sheer shock of it, an incoming call from Alexander filled my screen. I slid the green button with a hand that shook uncontrollably. "Selena, do not leave your campus building right now. Richard just leaked the photo to the public," Alexander's voice sounded incredibly cold and rigid on the other end of the line.

My hand shook and my heart raced as I watched the latest gossip they were having about some other celebrity. "Nothing is going on,” Lauren whined. I ignored her and focused my attention on the entertainment gossip. "You should go–” It suddenly came in and I sat up, my eyes widening. "Renowned actress, Lilian Montgomery, has been accused of being allegedly involved in the leak of Ashley Carter's nude pictures.” My heart clenched and I stiffened in the chair, torn between shock and excitement.

"This is bad. I'm not going to sit here and pretend it isn't. But you are not the first person this has happened to. Do you hear me?" He held my gaze. "You know Damien Cole? The A-list actor with three blockbuster movies this year alone? His sex tape leaked four weeks ago. It was on every front page. Do you know where he is now? He's back on set. Filming. Working. Living life. Because this is something people can survive." I shook my head rapidly, still crying hard. Duncan continued; "And Sasha Tushh—she's the most streamed artist on the continent right now. Her p**n-tape came out in March. By April, she had a number one record."

She could see the headlines now: “Emily Hart’s Shady Past Comes Back to Haunt Her—A Scandalous Fall from Grace!” For a moment, she considered how to time it. If she leaked everything at once, it might seem too orchestrated. No, she needed to be patient, to let the media frenzy over Tyler and Ava simmer just long enough for Emily to feel cornered. Then, when she least expected it, Celine would strike with the full force of her revelations.

A little girl growing braver with every page. The next morning, I poured myself some coffee, rubbing sleep from my eyes. I picked up my tablet and started scrolling through the news like always. Then I saw it. Three headlines. Red text. Bold letters. “Hartwell CEO’s partner exposed! Promiscuous seductress claimed to sleep her way to the top.” “Leaked photos suggest a scandal. Was she teaching lessons on pleasing men?” “Shareholder panic—can Hartwell’s board accept this?” I stared at the screen, heart slamming into my chest.

His explanation was typed out in careful detail. "She was crying. Hartwell just fired her. I bought her coffee and told her about the opening at your company! That's it. That's everything. How can you believe I'd have an affair with your ex wife, we've talked about this, man" The photos Lydia leaked are cropped. Manipulated. Anyone with basic image software can see the edits if they look close enough. But no one looks close enough. I set the phone down. Pour myself a drink. Don't taste it.

Before I can answer, the elevator to the penthouse pings open behind us. Kevin rushes out, drenched, panting, tie crooked, phone in hand. “Sir—Hailey—don’t get mad but—there’s been another leak.” Hailey gasps. “What?” Kevin swallows hard. “It’s… bigger this time.” Ethan’s voice is pure ice. “How big.” Kevin lifts the phone, screen glowing blue with horror. “Someone leaked a video,” he says. “From inside the company.” Hailey’s face pales.