Novel & Cerita Destiny Gardner Leaked

“Who did this?” Before I could speak, he released me and turned sharply to the guard, Josh, who hovered near the cell door. “Who marked her?” Alpha Jemery’s tone sliced the air. “I-I did,” Josh stammered. “She tried to escape. I didn’t know she was yours.” For a heartbeat, silence fell. Then, without warning, the Alpha lunged. A blur — a wet, sickening sound — and Josh’s head hit the forest floor. Blood sprayed across the clearing, warm droplets landing on my cheek.

I just needed to play this game right, and maybe…maybe he would release me. “I… I’m sorry,” I whispered shakily. “Jeremy shouldn’t have left you. You are the one for him. I’ll leave him, Chris. But please…let me go.” He laughed again, the sound scraping across my nerves. “Oh, I’m not a fool. That video I leaked at your stepdad’s dinner didn’t even separate you two. Then I knew… nothing else could stop it.” My stomach dropped. “You… did that?” “Oh, Teyana,” he said, eyes gleaming. “I’ve done so many things… you’d be horrified for the last ten minutes of your life if you knew.”

But as the doors opened to his floor, a woman’s laugh—low, sultry—stopped me cold. I stepped into the glass-walled office, my sneakers silent on the polished floor. Justin sat at his desk, his navy shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his face tense. A woman leaned over him, her blonde hair cascading, her tight dress accentuating her slim frame. She touched his arm, her voice honeyed. “Justin, we could be so good together,” she purred, her fingers lingering. My blood boiled—she was the leaker, the one who’d haunted us since 2025, her face now revealed, her green eyes predatory. She’s the one—Xiamond, the texts, the leaks, I realized, my heart pounding. The cryptic messages, the hospital shot, the

I had learned the art of patience the hard way. My phone buzzed beside me. It was Ezra calling. I picked up without hesitation. “Hey, hacker boy.” “You’re welcome,” he said without even saying hello. “You owe me dinner and eternal gratitude.” I leaned back into the couch cushions, grinning. “What did you find?” “The leak. The device, the GPS tag, and the photo that was sent anonymously of Jace and your make up artist… It came from a burner” My eyes narrowed. “And?”

But the exposure, however minimal, was the window the true enemy had been waiting for. ​Three days after the museum visit, Liam was in his study, reviewing financial projections, when Vera Thorne appeared, her face pale and drawn—a rarity for the impeccably controlled assistant. She held a physical printout from a low-circulation, but highly credible, investigative journalism website, The Ledger. ​"Mr. Sterling, this is a Systemic Information Leak of the highest order," Vera whispered, her hands shaking slightly. "The source is unconfirmed, but the data is irrefutable."

“You managed me.” He met my stare. “I did both. Because if I didn’t, you’d be crucified in headlines by now.” I stepped back. “And what does that make me? Your campaign?” “No,” he said. “My priority.” “Not the same thing.” The war room fell quiet as Marcus entered. He handed Damon a folder. “I traced the source of the leak.” Damon opened it slowly. His eyes scanned the top name, then darkened. “Kellerman?” Marcus nodded. “He’s been feeding breadcrumbs through a proxy in Geneva. Took a silent payout two weeks ago.”

"Lisa has gone public!" The news was devastating. Lisa hadn't just leaked the pregnancy; she had posted time-stamped scent-logs and photos proving I had been Riley’s "ghost" for dozens of shows over the last three years. The narrative shifted instantly: I wasn't a thief; I was a victim of pack-slavery. "Lisa! You traitor!" Blake screamed into the phone when he finally got through to her. "I’m done feeding the leeches at Turner Studios," Lisa retorted coolly before cutting the line.

The truce in the hospital room had been fragile, a piece of spun sugar in a thunderstorm. Now, three days later, it was dissolving. Liam Cross stood in the foyer of the AVA penthouse. He had been discharged that morning, his shoulder still heavily bandaged, his arm in a sling. He had come straight here. He wasn't here for a "family meeting." He was here because the world outside was burning. The "Secret Heir" scandal had mutated. Vanessa Leigh, from her cell, had managed one final, desperate strike. She hadn't leaked the "breakdown" records—Liam had blocked that—but she had leaked something else.

Not because he actually wanted me. Last night had confused everything. The angry passion against the window. The way he’d touched me. The way I’d responded. But this morning, reality crashed back. This was still an arrangement. Still business. And now my past was threatening to destroy the carefully constructed narrative we’d built. “Who do you think leaked them?” Xander asked. “Genevieve. It has to be. She had access to my old F******k before I deleted everything. She must have saved these years ago, waiting for the right moment to use them.”

Then softly: “I stopped believing that years ago.” The corridor lights flickered once. Then stabilized again. Nathan suddenly cursed quietly. “What?” Nathan looked toward Damian immediately. “Media outlets are getting leaks.” Damian’s expression sharpened instantly. “What kind of leaks?” Nathan’s face tightened. “Internal Vale files.” Everyone froze. Amelia’s stomach dropped instantly. Vanessa smiled faintly. “There it is.” Damian’s voice turned colder. “You released them.” Vanessa shrugged lightly. “Not personally.” A pause.