Chelsea Wilde Leaks Novels & Stories

The pen was heavy in my hand, every stroke my personal declaration of war against what was and against Ethan’s Blackvale empire. My phone dinged with an alert as I handed the general counsel the signed documents. Then another. There was a low hum in the room as staff checked their devices, and their gazes darted to me. I grimaced and took my phone out. Dozens of G****e Alerts cluttered my inbox, headlines blaring:“Ethan Blackvale Caught in Scandalous Affair with Fiancée’s Stepsister!” My heart raced as I clicked a link. The footage of my surveillance, Ethan and Lillian's sex footage had been leaked. It was everywhere, splashed across social media, news websites and gossip blogs.

“File audit requests on Lin and Neha. Check any trading movements in the last two months.” Elsa messaged: “Media’s reacting to the leaked memo. Hashtags shifting. Phrases like ‘female-led stability’ are trending.” “Let it ride.” Later that night, Sasha’s name resurfaced. An online blog released an interview. “Inside the Culture of Control: Former Talon Insider Speaks out,” Sasha claimed she leaked out of fear. That I had isolated her. That the pregnancy news was “a cry for help.” Elsa sent the link. I replied: “Preempt it.”

He stormed down the hall and shoved Amanda’s door open with a bang. “Amanda!” he shouted. “What have you done?” She looked up from her bed, lips curving into a smirk. For the first time, she met his glare without fear. --- Meanwhile, across the mansion, Racheal’s phone buzzed with notification after notification. Her hands trembled as she saw the leaked documents—her past, her bloodline, her connection to the Andersons—exposed for the world to see. “No…” she whispered, panic flooding her chest.

I tapped out a text from Alex. "Xavier, we need to talk. The situation is dire. You'll want to see this." I felt my stomach twist into knots. I opened one of my news apps, and the headline smacked into my face: "Billionaire Xavier Carter Caught in Scandal: Intimate Photos Leaked." My breath caught. It felt like the floor had dropped out from beneath me.

“No. No I’m not. I took 50 million dollars from the company account to pay off the blackmailer. And he still released the video,” David sighed and dropped his head into his hands as Chelsea’s and David’s phones beeped simultaneously. Chelsea raised a brow and unlocked her phone to see the notification. It was an i*******m notification for Chelsea’s live. “Thank you my kittens! The last few weeks has been a bit rough but your girl is back with a bang! I have good news for you all and I will be giving an interview next week on the good morning …. Tamara put off her food and turned to David with a sympathetic look on her face.

No note. But she didn’t need one. The gift said everything. He was staking his claim. And oh… she kind of loved it. The next morning, trouble arrived—again. Vivienne, clipboard in hand, burst into Rafael’s office while Lena was reviewing a proposal. “There’s a leak,” she announced. Rafael barely looked up. “Call maintenance.” “In the press. About you two.” Lena froze. “What?” Rafael said, suddenly still. Vivienne dropped a printed tabloid on the desk.

Everything and everyone was the same, each pulsing heartbeat matched the other and each body secreted the heady, animal aromas that come from secret places and linger sweetly in the aftermath of desire. Yet there was a sound in the room that Kate couldn’t place. As her breath came more easily, as the stroking hands around her subsided into stillness, the noise seemed louder. Turning her head towards the fireplace, Kate searched for its source. Her befuddled brain refused to take in what she saw — it was as if she were back in Nero’s gallery of hidden desire and private pleasure. For in a chair by the fire sat one of the women in the portraits. Her eyes were closed in a pose of near-religious

Celine closed her laptop, stood up, and walked to the window. Down below, traffic moved in its usual rhythm, unaware that one of the city’s biggest empires had just been set on fire. Minutes later, her phone began to buzz. The first messages came from Social Whispers, an invite-only chatroom for top-tier executives. Screenshots of leaked files filled the chat: Brooks Enterprises’ offshore dealings, falsified expense reports, hidden debts. The reactions were instant — disbelief, curiosity, and then exhilaration. Rumors spread like wildfire. Within hours, business news channels picked it up. Breaking alerts appeared on major networks:

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.

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