Destiny Gardner Leaked Novels & Stories

Vista already. He left the hospital then. When he was in his car, he played his music player, and music by Jim Brickman was on the air... Destiny... Luther was surprised with the lyrics, aside from the music was so pleased to hear, the lyrics somewhat entangles his heart What if I never knew What if I never found you I'd never had this feeling in my heart How did this come to be I don't know how you found me But from the moment I saw you Deep inside my heart,

“What is it?” “We’ve traced the fabricated DNA test,” he said, pausing as if to brace me for what was coming. “And?” I prompted, my voice barely above a whisper. He hesitated, then met my eyes. “The leak came from Daniel.” The world seemed to tilt beneath me. “Daniel?” I repeated, disbelief and anger swirling in my chest. Adrian nodded. “It was sent through an anonymous server, but the digital footprint led back to him. He’s been in contact with Margot Moretti.”

"But from now on, believe me, whoever you choose to love, we will support you all the way. We won't make the same mistakes again, my dear." "Thank you, Dad.. Mom.." Gillian could not stop crying tears of joy as she finally felt free, hiding her real identity from her parents. At last, all the ups and downs of her life are worth it. # # # [ANIKA HODGENS] "Babe, are you ready? They are all waiting downstairs.." Jaz stepped near me as I kept silent for a moment. She held me on both shoulders, staring at me like she was not losing sight.

Because monsters don’t always break down doors. Sometimes they crawl through memories. --- The next morning, Vanessa called. Her voice was sharp. “There’s been a breach.” “What kind?” “Online.” I heard Adrian come to a halt across the room. Vanessa continued. “Someone leaked your medical files. Ultrasounds. Bloodwork. Hospital scans.” My stomach dropped. “How?” “They traced it to a temp nurse at the private hospital. Paid in cash. Two weeks ago.” “What was leaked exactly?” “Everything. Including the due date and the name.”

“Just don’t let them break you, okay?” “I won’t,” I whispered. Back at the hospital, I walked through the halls with thoughts of what next to do. I pulled out my phone and dialed George. “Hey, Aurora,” he answered. “Do you have a blogger?” “Yeah. Why?” he asked. “I want you to leak everything you found about Lily. I want it all out there.” There was a pause. “You sure?” “Absolutely,” I said, my voice cold and calm. “It’s time the world sees who she really is.”

“I told Carmen we were, so or I have to admit I was lying—and what would be the good justification for this? Or I say we got engaged, we broke up, but still we are seeing each other. Which also makes no sense, damn it. “None of this makes any sense. If you hadn't hit on that stupid that stewardess, then. - He what? — it was my mother. It was too late when I realized my family was hanging on every word my. Unaware of anything, Damien continued: "Believe me, I'll never fuck another stewardess in my life." But, for now, my people will come up with a plan of action. So we must remain calm and not talk to the press. "I never had any intention of talking to the press," I replied, a little sharply.

“I want to watch him burn, and you two are the only ones who can do it.” Celeste met his gaze, her resolve solidifying. “We will.” Back at Sinclair Tower, the team got to work. Lena and Nolan prepared a controlled leak, flipping the engagement scandal on its head. Instead of denying it, Celeste and Damien embraced it. They released personal footage of their genuine moments together, completely disproving Calloway’s claims. They counter-leaked emails showing Calloway’s attempts to control her career, and finally, they hinted at a major exposé coming soon.

A single shot. The man collapsed. Blood everywhere. The screen went black. Celeste felt her knees give out. Damien rushed to her side before she hit the floor. "No…" she whispered, "That can't be real." But she knew it was. The video had a time stamp. Ten years ago. A hidden date from their past. Damien turned to her. “Someone leaked it. The Viper.” Celeste’s eyes widened. “Why now?” “To destroy you,” he said. “To destroy us.”

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.

Hospital work was already crushing. To help Jayda lock down her position, I ran myself ragged lining up the best professors for her. I sorted through all her past surgeries, organized the cases, summed up the experience so she could move up faster. We finally got a chance to take a vacation. I booked the hot springs trip ahead of time. She bailed. Not only that—she spent the night with Dillon. Then those explicit videos and photos leaked. And the whole having a child thing? Even worse.