Destiny Gardner Leaked Novels & Stories

“And because of that I’ve made a lot of mistakes in the past. I never wanted to hurt you this way. “I’m being honest, I never wanted for any of this to happen.” “Were you the one who gathered the intel that was leaked?” “I didn’t leak it…” “That wasn’t the question, Zendaya. My question was, were you the one who gathered the intel that was leaked?” Knowing I had no choice, I looked to the ground defeated and said it, “Yes.” I felt like things were falling apart as I had not seen everything turning this way at all. This had to be a terrible night for me. I could not deny this truth.

Before Ava could rise, the front door swung open, and in strode Emily Vale—Damien’s Head of PR, a whirlwind in a sleek pencil skirt and towering Louboutins. “Ava," she stated abruptly, her tone sharp and her expression more rigid than her neat bun. “We have a situation.” Ava pushed off the couch. “Please tell me it’s not another article about how I faked my resume or manipulated Damien into proposing.” Emily didn’t blink. “Worse.” Ava felt her face turn white. Emily set a thick folder on the coffee table. “An anonymous source leaked an internal email chain between Damien’s PR team and Sterling Enterprises, referencing the engagement as a ‘strategic pivot.’ Celebrity Insider Weekly has the wh

My hand stops my fingers inches from her jawline, and I ease closer, her lips an inch away, everything silent, the electricity sizzling through me when my phone interrupts us—Carter, his voice desperate. I stopped short, my hand falling to my side, and put the call on speaker. “What?” I asked. Rain still dripping from my coat. “Clawford’s servers got nailed,” Carter said, his voice grim. “Valenticia’s emails — some private stuff — are leaking to the press. They cast her as erratic, disloyal.” Valenticia's bandaged hand knotted into a fist, and her eyes smoldered. “She’s destroying me,” she whispered, her voice shaking but intense. “We have to stop that van.”

"I'm sorry. I am. I've been answering fire calls for so long that I forgot how to just. exist." "Exist now," she told him. "Tell me the truth. All of it." He finally looked at her. "The DNA results came in yesterday. Victor brought them straight to my father. Jackson had already read them when I went to see them. Stacy was never going to let it slip to anyone—she was still spinning it. But it was an inside leak." Amiriam's brow furrowed. "Who leaked it?" "Victor thought it was Langston, the detective Jackson hired. One of his junior staff members supposedly sold it to a blogger." Luke's lips twisted. "It was in the papers within hours."

Leila stopped walking. Read it again. He regrets. Her phone buzzed again. Another alert. Then another. The story was spreading in real time, outlet to outlet, the way things did when someone with inside access decided to talk. Someone had leaked it. Not the pregnancy itself, that was still framed as unconfirmed. But Adrian's knowledge of it. The rights he'd signed away. The regret. Someone inside Blue Moon Pack had just handed the media a story about her child. Leila's hand tightened around the phone. She turned and walked directly to her father's study. They were out of time.

He smiled bitterly as he typed another statement for the press. “They think they can hide behind love? The world is about to see the truth.” He hit send. Back in the penthouse, Lila’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. Marcus picked it up and read the new alert. A major gossip site had just published Tyler’s latest statement — along with the leaked pregnancy photo and a headline that made Lila’s blood run cold. **“Tyler Hale Claims Ex-Girlfriend Trapped His Father With a Baby for Inheritance — Full Story Inside.”**

Liana and Rosaline's scandal spread like wildfire online. Jasper and Liana's engagement news was no longer the top trending topic. It was replaced by hashtags like #LianaGardnersDaughter and #RosalineKirkmanContractKilling. The footage of the dumpster fire at the party had been leaked. Liana was shown screaming hysterically in the videos. The dress slip incident and her half-naked body were captured as well in what was a ridiculous soap opera that went viral online.

Then, I appeared in the audience. After receiving a signal from Samuel, Justin immediately pointed at me and shouted dramatically, "Hey, look! Isn't that Levi Young, the former employee who leaked corporate secrets? How do you still have the nerve to show up here?" The second he yelled that out, guests all around us turned to scrutinize me. I took a deep breath and pointed toward Samuel, who stood under the spotlight onstage. "Mr. Cooper, we talked about this before. What exactly will you do if I can prove I never leaked corporate secrets?"

Claudia stood across from her, an envelope in hand. She tossed it on the table. Inside were stills of Evelyn with Celeste, a file handoff with one of Celeste's security heads, and a burner phone traced to a known press contact. "They're leaking," Claudia said. "She's not hiding anymore." Genevieve's lips curled faintly. "That means she's out of cards." "No," Claudia snapped. "It means she knows something. Something Celeste gave her. And if you hadn't dragged me into this mess..."

She was all business and no pity. She pulled me into the conference room and closed the door behind us. The blinds were down. The table was piled with printouts: screengrabs, links, a timeline of how the story spread. My phone buzzed in my bag and I didn’t reach for it. “It was Quentin,” she said flatly. “The leak came from inside the prison. He fed the tabloids the story about Avis’s paternity.” My face went numb. I knew Quentin could be cruel; But I hadn’t imagined that he’d stoop this low. “Can he even do that? Isn’t that illegal?” I asked.