Destiny Gardner Leaked Novels & Stories

It was all over the news what Carter had done, so they knew what happened, but weren't allowed to meet her in person until they made sure that Carter was locked up. The video of Carter harassing Eden and killing Aliana was leaked on the dark web, and soon it was being circulated around in group chats and servers. Eden saw it in one of the Discord servers she was in. She quickly left the server so she didn't have to see it, but then it came in another place. Distant relatives kept messaging her asking if she was okay. She knew they didn't care, they just wanted to know everything about the drama. She blocked almost every contact that she wasn't close to.

Damian’s blood boiled. He immediately called Ava. "Ava, are your paintings safe?" Ava: "Yes, on my laptop." Damian: "Shut the laptop. Turn off the internet." Ava: "Why??" Damian: "Just do it." --- *DAY 792: 12:00 PM - THE LEAK STARTS* T*****r. 1 account: `@GHOST_LEAKS` Post: `BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE PAINTS NUDE.

“Damian told me something today. Something you need to know. And I hate that I’m the one telling you.” She sat up straighter, her hands folding in her lap. “Go on.” I took a breath, searching for the right way to say it. There wasn’t one. “There’s been a leak. Someone’s been releasing information about the AI project, among other things. Not just company secrets—personal things. Photos.” Her eyes widened. “Photos?” “Yes,” I said quietly. “Of people in the family. Damian, Charlotte, even… us.” She blinked, as if the words were physically trying to settle in her mind but kept slipping. “Us?”

Stepping out of the car at the hospital, head down, purse clutched to her chest. The caption beneath: Who is the mystery woman spotted with Damian Blackwood at a private surrogate clinic/hospital? Rumors swirl. Evelyn’s breath caught. Her face. Her image. Out there. Damian’s lips pressed into a hard line as he typed quickly, thumbs striking the screen with clipped fury. “Oh my God…” Evelyn whispered, the words escaping her before she could stop them. The photo had leaked. She was no longer anonymous. Her life would never be the same. And she knew, deep in her bones, that this was only the beginning.

“I suppose you’ve seen the news, Gideon.” “I have.” He stepped inside but didn’t fully enter the personal space of the room. “I’ve traced the source of the video leak. The file was uploaded through a series of proxies, but the original metadata points to a device registered to Silhouette’s PR department. It was sent to the news station anonymously at 4:17 AM.” I blinked, the gears in my battered mind grinding. “Silhouette? But… they hired Leo to steal designs. Why leak this? Why the personal attack?”

The loss of contact felt sharp, my body protesting as reality rushed back in. He answered the call. “Yes,” he said. His expression darkened. “When,” he asked. I watched his face, dread creeping back in. “Send it to me,” he said, then ended the call. “What is it,” I asked. “Lexa,” he replied. “She leaked something.” My heart sank. “What did she leak.” He turned the screen toward me. A press article. Headlines screaming speculation and scandal. My name. Dylan’s name. The twins. Phrases like contested parentage and psychological manipulation splashed across the page.

I dried my hands on a towel, then looked at him square in the eyes. “Was Leah right?” He didn’t flinch. “About what?” “Geneva. The burner scandal. What you did to protect me.” His jaw clenched, but he said nothing. “That’s a yes,” I said quietly. “She’s twisting the story.” “So tell me the real one.” He exhaled slowly and sat down on the bench near the closet, elbows on his knees, head bowed like he was preparing for confession—or execution. “She wasn’t wrong about Geneva,” he began. “There was a leak tied to Bermudez’s offshore division. The press got wind of it… and your name was attached because your design files were on the same server. Not your fault. A setup, probably.”

A courier stepped in, handed Damon a sealed envelope, and left without a word. Inside were three photos. First: Celeste, holding a file. Second: Jacqueline Chen — Damon’s longtime PR chief; shaking hands with Celeste. Third: A USB drive was exchanged between them. Damon’s face drained. Juliette read over his shoulder. “She sold us out”. “Jacqueline?” Damon whispered. “No…” Hyde rose slowly. “What is it?” Damon turned, voice sharp. “The files were leaked. Not to the board. Not to the press. To Celeste”.

“She is my Fated Mate, and our bond is stronger than any other betrothal or promise or political move could ever be.” I didn’t wait for her reply, but stormed out of the room. One of my Betas was waiting in the hallway, a stern look on his face. “Sir?” “What is it, Dano?” I said impatiently. “We know who leaked the photo of Luna Elena and Adler.” I froze where I stood. “It came from Tiffany.”

She handed him the phone with shaking fingers. His jaw tightened as he scrolled. “He’s launching a smear campaign.” Grace swallowed hard. “There’s more.” She opened a video link. A shaky, grainy clip filled the screen—old footage. Too old. Her voice echoed faintly from years ago, stripped of context. “If I ever told the truth, it would destroy everything.” Grace’s vision blurred. “That was taken out of a private therapy session. I was talking about my fear—my trauma.” Jordan slammed his palm against the steering wheel. “He leaked it.”