Carmen Carrera Leaked Novels & Stories

“The link was posted last night but it’s already been accessed thousands of times. Data is still light but it’s been opened all over the world and the live feed is coming from within this compound. There’s more. Videos have also been uploaded from previous events.” “How?” Sid ran his hands through his hair tugging his bottom lip through his lips. “We have security everywhere. How did it not trigger an alarm?” “I don’t know.” Jag sighed, glancing up when the apartment door slid open. “”Thank the moons you’re both here.” Kal rushed in, features drawn in alarm. “Where’s Emma?” “In her room, why?” Sid frowned. “I got those deleted files back.” Kal explained in a grim tone and brought up one of t

While helping her pick up the contents, Javier slipped a bug into the burner phone. Standard protocol. She never even noticed. He clicks over to the live audio feed. A voice comes through. Marcelo Vega’s. “…Henry Carter stole twenty million from me in 1994. Promised to cut me in, then buried my cousin in a canal” Daniel stiffens. “Shit.” He grabs his phone and calls Carlos. It rings once. Then twice. No answer. He curses under his breath. He then remembers the invite Emily proudly showed off a few days ago to her fashion show. He promised he’d be there.

Mario was laughing loudly, entertaining new guests. Kamara excused herself. She moved quickly through the corridors—her body thrumming with heat and adrenaline. She entered their suite. Locked the door. Opened the laptop. No password. Because he never thought she’d dare. He underestimated her. Again. She opened the files. What she saw made her skin crawl. Trafficking lists. Fake accounts. Crypto trails. Kamara’s hands shook. She plugged in the flash drive. Click. Transfer. 20%... 40%...

Jamie looked at them and then at me, quickly bringing out her phone. "Daughter of Jamie Sinclair, Doris Rodriguez's threesome sex video leaked." I read out loud, my eyes never leaving Jamie's eyes. Jamie's leg wobbled as she quickly found herself a seat, her eyes glued to the screen before letting out a loud scream. "What the fuckkkkkk"

It showed Camille’s personal signature authorizing a five-million-dollar transfer to a known shell company in the Cayman Islands. “Are you sure you want to release this specific file?” Clara asked, her hand resting lightly on my shoulder. “Once it hits the public network, we cannot pull it back.” “She wants to negotiate a deal,” I said, my finger hovering over the transmission key. “Let us see how much leverage she thinks she has when her kingdom starts to crumble.” I tapped the enter key with a sharp click. The data packet deployed instantly, routed through three separate anonymous media boards in the financial district. Within twenty minutes, the local financial news networks completely dr

Camille’s face was pale, her fingers flying across her phone as she tracked the digital fallout. "The leak came from a boutique firm on Selena's payroll," Camille whispered, her jaw tight with protective anger. "They timed it perfectly with the market opening. Lawrence called this emergency meeting the moment the stock dipped. Be careful in there, Bianca. He's acting like the worried uncle, but he's already telling the minority shareholders you're a liability."

"Turn on the news. Now." She felt a sinking in her stomach as she excused herself quietly and went out of the conference room. She found an office with a television in it, turned it on, and there was the breaking - news banner that made her heart drop lower with the words: "CORRUPTION ALLEGATIONS ROCK FERNANDEZ HOLDINGS". Isabelle watched in horror as a news anchor detailed the very information Carlos was currently sharing with the board. Somehow, the story had broken. Listening, she felt a lurch in her guts as the reporter began quoting from documents that only a half dozen or so people had access to.

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.

My phone had been buzzing non-stop since last night’s press conference. Aleira Tan—no, Lim Aleira—had not only accepted my proposal, she had declared to the world that she was the long-lost heiress of Lim Industries. The press went wild. So did our families. Carmen had stormed out of the house early that morning. Don Alfredo hadn’t said a word to me—his silence was colder than any rejection. Sofia hadn’t called, but I expected retaliation soon. Her pride wouldn’t allow her to lose the spotlight quietly.

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