Novel & Cerita Carmen Carrera Leaked

BREAKING NEWS: HARRY DECLAN’S SECRET BLACKMAIL DEAL REVEALED ANONYMOUS LEAK CONFIRMS ELIZA WREN WAS FORCED OUT DECLAN ENTERPRISES FACES CORPORATE ETHICS INVESTIGATION I froze. Harry saw the look on my face before I even spoke. “What happened?” I turned the screen toward him. His jaw tightened. Eyes darkened. “Cassandra.” “She leaked it?” I asked. “She’s the only one who had access.” He snatched his phone, scrolling furiously. I could already see it—articles spreading like wildfire, pundits dissecting every detail, blogs and business pages calling him a fraud, a predator in a suit.

Selena stepping out for a phone call. Marisa approaching the desk. Opening the files. Copying the project. The room fell completely silent. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Marisa felt like the ground beneath her had disappeared. Her ears rang painfully. No. This wasn’t possible. The screen went black. Then Adrian’s voice filled the room calmly. “Project Aurora’s leaked files were fake.” Marisa’s head snapped up immediately. Her chest tightened violently. Adrian looked directly at her. No anger. No shouting. That somehow made it worse.

Her fingers hovered over it. She hesitated. But she clicked it on anyway and searched for news on Carter Industries. Within seconds she found a video uploaded by a major news outlet with the title: SCANDAL AT CARTER INDUSTRIES: CEO LINKED TO EX-SECRETARY IN LEAKED VIDEO She pressed play. The anchor’s voice was polished, but serious:

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…”

Both Anthony and Levi remained in shock until they heard Liam's car driving off. “Breaking news, scandalous photos have been linked on the internet about Mr. Scott Johnson and his young mistress. These photos are considered nudes, and only those who are eighteen above are allow to view them. The mistress face is not shown in these photos, but we can not say the same for Mr. Scott.” Carmen absentmindedly turned her eyes away from the television and focused it on her vibrating phone. “Hunter,” Carmen mumbled. “Boss, I have sent the files to your email.” Hunter's voice echoed from the phone speaker.

On the third day, the timer expired. Maurice's encrypted files released simultaneously to fifty-seven media outlets worldwide. The explosion of coverage was immediate and overwhelming. Every channel ran the story. Every newspaper put it on the front page. Every online platform buzzed with the revelations. "CARTER CRIME EMPIRE EXPOSED: DECADES OF MURDER, CORRUPTION, AND BABY TRAFFICKING REVEALED." "STOLEN HEIR: DNA EVIDENCE PROVES CARTER SON WAS KIDNAPPED AS INFANT FROM RIVAL FAMILY."

The elevator doors slid open, and the low, heavy rumble of a dozen idling security vehicles filled the concrete basement. My head of security, Jackson, was already waiting at the bumper of my sedan car, holding a tablet and speaking rapidly into an earpiece. The moment he saw me, he stepped forward, his face completely grim. “It’s a circus out there, sir,” Jackson said, turning the screen toward me. “The photos leaked on a major tabloid site ten minutes ago. Someone inside the Castellano building leaked the security footage of Marcus being carried out in handcuffs. The press is calling it a billionaire love triangle brawl.”

His sincerity caught her off guard again. Just like it always did. Before she could reply, Miranda knocked on the office door urgently. “Adriana.” “What?” Miranda looked shaken. “There’s another problem.” Adriana stood. “What now?” Miranda handed her a tablet. “Someone leaked documents to the press.” Adriana scanned the screen quickly. Her eyes darkened. These weren’t rumors. These were internal financial projections. Private information. Only a handful of executives had access. “This isn’t market manipulation,” Adriana said quietly.

, Carlos pleaded with her. Reyna realized that if he was trying to pacify her before giving her the news, it was bad news, fucking bad news. She just nodded and leaned back, trying to relax waiting for Carlos to spill the beans. “The problem, which brough me to the States, some motherfucker found out about our secret, not our secret really more the secret we kept regarding my dear brother. The bastard got his hands on the USB that held the test results from Luca’s tests. The tests that proved he was impotent.”

She was anxiously praying the video was not leaked or even recorded, her past had to be kept a secret from everyone and especially, the paparazzi. Her date noticed her uneasiness and reached with his hand and held hers across the table. “Carmen” He called out. Her attention set on him as she, surprised that she was scowling deeply, relaxed her face. “Are you okay?” He questioned with a quiet voice filled with worry.