Destiny Gardner Leaked Novels & Stories

She scrambled with her lock desperate to get it open, her books were within arm's reach when a carefully tucked in pitch black envelope caught her eye, it was stamped with some kind of strange insignia and it took quite awhile to pry it off. A small note was embedded inside and despite her instincts wailing trouble, she unfolded the paper, she paled and her hands began to tremble as she read it's simple contents, again and again and again 'I KNOW WHAT YOU DID!" it'd said it would seem that the universe wasn't letting her off the hook so easily this time

I tilted my head and replied, "Drakon has been busy with clan affairs. He doesn't have as much free time as Flint. I must admit that I'm envious." Rhea's smile immediately froze on her face. She caught the jab at Flint's low standing. "What's with the act? Even if Drakon dotes on you now, who's to say he won't change his mind later?" I smiled. "No one knows what the future holds, but at least he doesn't beat me up." Rhea nearly exploded in rage. She was about to argue when Flint dragged her away. … A few days later, on Mother's birthday, I stepped through the door just in time to see her secretly handing money to Rhea. "Quickly take it. This is the last of my savings, and make sure Astrid do

I considered burning a pile of old photos. Anything to not think. Anything to not wonder if maybe, just maybe, I was making a mistake being here. Then I heard the door slam. Xander’s heavy footsteps. I didn’t move from the couch. He stood in front of me, eyes burning. "I found them." I blinked. "What?" "The people who leaked the photo. It was Diane and Robert. They paid someone to do it. They covered their tracks. But not well enough." My stomach turned. I looked away. "Of course it was."

“We had time. He was going to release it at the gala. This wasn’t Elijah.” “No,” Lucas said as he burst through the door, breath ragged, laptop open in his hands. “It came from a different source. Not Elijah. The metadata’s clear this was uploaded through a VPN tied to a private proxy. It bypassed his entire system. Someone else leaked it.” “Who?” Ethan asked. “Why?” Lucas hesitated. “That’s the part that’s scary. They didn't ask for anything. No ransom. No threats. Just… exposure.”

The mysterious sender had offered access to deeper channels, anonymous news brokers, and shell journalists in exchange for one thing: chaos. Fine. Chaos she could give. She poured herself another glass, the crimson swirl catching the lightning’s flicker. “Let the queen play her game,” she murmured. “Let Jamaica summon her armies. I’ll make them burn each other first.” A knock came at the door. Sharp, measured. Her chauffeur intervened, phone in hand. "Ma'am call from the contact. They've released the second piece." Marie snatched the phone. On-screen was a breaking headline: "Leaked Letters Imply Fiona Generys' Monetary Motives Behind Billion Marriage."

I clicked yes before I could change my mind then the files disappeared into the network, bouncing through servers and dark channels until they were out of my hands. It was done and for a second, nothing happened. I just sat there, listening to my heartbeat hammer against my ribs. Then the first notification pinged, then another. The leak was spreading fast and news sites were picking it up, whistleblower accounts reposting, people dissecting every dirty secret Killian had buried. My lips curved before I realized I was smiling, it was joy or triumph, it was just relief so sharp that it almost hurt. Grayson was still on the line. “Ava… what did you just release?”

That night, I dreamed of a mirror that spoke back. When I woke I was a little less sure that I had been the one to choose anything at all. Kade moved soon afterward not with guns, but with a public leak. A banker in Geneva found a folder on his desk with photographs and emails. The photos were real; the emails were doctored. They showed payments between my account and a human trafficking shell, a frame so vile that it would ruin any reputation. Kade didn’t sign the leak. He didn’t need to. He simply released the file and watched the world’s bloodlust do the rest.

Around us, the crew members began whispering, their faces full of disdain. "Seriously? Rachel's so stunning, and he still cheated? The videos are everywhere, and he still has the nerve to slander her? Disgusting." Connor froze. "What did you say? What videos?" He fumbled for his phone and opened the trending list. The moment his eyes landed on the top one, his entire body went rigid. A dozen of his and Lindsey's private, intimate videos were leaked, flooding the headlines. Even with strategic blurring and censoring, their faces were unmistakable—both lost in the throes of passion.

He simply sent Rowan off with a single command. “Trace the digital upload. Now.” Fifteen minutes later, Rowan returned. “I found it. The leak came from a burner account—but the IP traces back to an address registered under Selena Vale.” Elias’s fingers drummed once against the armrest. “Selena Vale.” “Yes, sir.” “The stepmother of the competitor.” “Yes.” “And the daughter?” Rowan swallowed. “Lucinda. She’s… been pushing gossip anonymously on multiple platforms.” Elias leaned back, expression unreadable.

"Silas, tell me... why is this @VesperOfYouth account so obsessed with my dead mother?" It was a burner account—no posts, no followers, but it had liked every single piece of news regarding Chloe's mother. Silas's body went rigid. His tail instinctively retracted. "How should I know?" he huffed, looking away. "You don't?" Chloe reached for the tablet to check the IP logs she'd been tracing. But a flurry of new notifications cut her off: BREAKING: Tiffany Vance 'Recording-Gate' Scandal Full Video Leaked: The Truth Behind the Substitute Bride