Chelsea Wilde Leaks Novels & Stories

Like her body wasn’t a mystery to him. That sent a shiver down her spine. No one knew the truth about her past. So why did he look at her like he did? BLACKWOOD PENTHOUSE Katherina paced her living room, barefoot, robe open, glass of vodka clutched in her trembling fingers. Jason Wu’s message replayed in her head: “I Just Leaked the BULIDINGS blueprint. Press will run it tomorrow. Should be the final blow.” A twisted smile curled on her lips.

Matteo handed me a burner phone. “Watch.” So I did. News stations were already lighting up social media. The leaks worked. Headlines shouted: “VETRA SCANDAL: POLITICAL BLACKMAIL RING EXPOSED” “CHILDREN USED AS LEVERAGE: DE LUCA FAMILY IMPLICATED” “KONSTANTIN VOLKOV LINKED TO HUMAN INTEL TRAFFICKING NETWORK” Faces. Names. Files. All of it. Live. My chest rose and fell, not with fear—but with satisfaction.

“Do you confirm the allegations against Selena Grey? Did she have your approval?” Ethan’s hand gripped the podium. “No,” he said, voice steady. “Selena Grey acted entirely on her own. Her actions of leaking confidential data, manipulating sponsors, and spreading false stories were deliberate acts of sabotage. Effective immediately, Blackwood Enterprises has cut all ties with her.” The room erupted in noise. Aria’s breath caught. Ethan leaned closer to the mic, his expression softening not for the press, but as if speaking to someone unseen. “And to Aria Whitmore…” Ethan’s voice dropped, and the pause felt heavy, stretching across the room. Cameras zoomed in, capturing every second. The repor

I can't let Ryder destroy himself for me. "No." The word comes out stronger than I feel. "No, this is wrong." "Evie," Ryder's voice is a warning. His eyes find mine across the table, pleading. "Don't." "You want to know who really leaked that footage?" I stand up, my chair scraping against the floor like nails on a chalkboard. "You want to know who had access to those security cameras?" "Evie, please," my mother breathes. "I released the footage." The words tumble out like a dam breaking. "I leaked the CCTV clip of what they did to Liliana."

“I can’t wait for things to unfold in this mansion… leaving many people vulnerable—so I can break every single one of them.” The thought tasted sweet. “Let’s go, girls,” she said casually, flashing them a smile as if nothing had happened. The three of them slipped into the crowd, disappearing into the swirl of gowns and music. Across the room, Riley stood with Skylar and Quinn, chatting quietly. Then the lights dimmed, and an announcer stepped onto the stage, his voice booming through the speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the welcome party of our new Wild Cat!” Skylar let out an excited squeal, shaking Riley by the arm. Riley blinked, caught between surprise and mild panic, as the

she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty. Denton tapped on the computer screen, offering no response. Violet looked down and noticed the file number was identical to the classified paper she had been carefully keeping. With a few clicks, Denton displayed the document on the large screen, revealing the coffee stains Violet had accidentally left. "So, Wickham Group is the source of the leak," Denton concluded. Patrick was taken aback, almost stumbling as he turned to Violet. He stuttered, "Vivi, this..." Violet shook her head weakly, insisting, "It's impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

But there was something for sure, those shares had been registered under Valeria Valladolid not many years ago, around three or even two. Charles grabbed his briefcase and put all the documents in there while others were being printed. He couldn’t say anything yet to anyone. He couldn’t tell Alice, or Marcos, or even Amelia what he had found because in that case, Marcos and Amelia were going to lose their senses and go against Valeria without caring for anything else. Also, Charles could be wrong. Charles took the documents from the printer without realizing he had left one: the most important and the one that was going to prove everything.

Khione went straight to Arte, whispering good morning to her while Diana approached her husband, kissing his head. 'Sources confirm that last night’s leaks - originating from an anonymous insider - exposed months of clandestine correspondence between Cole Bianchi and supposed heiress Ebony Walters, as well as a cascade of secret meetings recorded in real time. We’ve obtained key excerpts:' The screen changed to show screenshots of text messages, playing slow enough for the viewers to read before they changed, the news anchor reading them out. Cole -> Arte (10:15 AM) "Hey, love, can't make lunch - Dad is dragging me to the office. I'll see you tonight (heart)"

The War Room – Isabella’s Response Milan, Italy – Cain Enterprises Penthouse Leo’s phone exploded with notifications. Ethan stared at the screen in horror. “She just buried you.” Isabella, standing by the window, stayed silent. Leo was the first to recover. “We leak something.” Ethan frowned. “Like what? She just erased Isabella from her own empire.” Leo’s eyes darkened. “Then we erase hers.” The Counterattack – Playing Dirty That night, a confidential file was leaked to the press. It was a dossier of every under-the-table deal Marcella Devereaux had orchestrated in the last decade.

Veronica’s name was suddenly linked to coercion, manipulation, and career blackmail, but she didn’t stay silent for long, because fifteen minutes after the interview ended, Hale Media pushed a live leak: “CELIAN: THE PRIVATE TAPES.” With a clickbait subheading: See the passion they tried to keep hidden, was it love, or strategy? Celeste stared at the alert in stunned silence. The silence inside the penthouse was suffocating, thick with the aftershocks of what had just erupted. Damien paced, phone pressed to his ear, coordinating with the legal team and PR specialists as Celeste stood by, frozen in disbelief. She stared at the screen in front of her, the unrelenting cascade of images, her and