Dixie Damelio Leak Novels & Stories

“We’ve got a problem.” I turned to face her, my jaw tightening. “What now?” “Damian’s planning another move,” Chloe said, placing a tablet on the desk. “We intercepted a message. He’s arranging a meeting with a journalist to leak something about the company. It’s happening tonight.” “What’s the angle?” I asked, picking up the tablet. “Financial fraud,” Chloe replied. “He’s claiming to have proof that Meadow Textiles has been cooking the books for years. If this gets out, it could ruin everything.”

The burning sensation of the strong liquor in his throat felt exactly like the suffocation he experienced when he saw Calista entwined with Sebastian. Theodore's voice was incredibly raspy. "He was in bed with Calla. I couldn't stand to look at that scene." Elijah suddenly laughed, though his eyes remained icy. "Calla? That's new. In six years, this is the first time I've ever heard you call my sister that." The alcohol began to take effect. Theodore braced himself against the doorframe as the emotions he had suppressed for years suddenly broke loose. "Elijah, I might… have fallen for your sister. To be honest, when I came to Nordland this time, I wasn't even certain of my feelings for her.

**Chapter 124: Bolstering Resolve** The leaked clip spread like wildfire across every platform by morning. Grainy but unmistakable — Damien and me by the Hamptons pool, my head thrown back in pleasure. The comments were vicious, the headlines merciless. My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. The Meridian deal partners had gone radio silent, and Blackwood Holdings stock was taking a visible hit.

Jamie looked at them and then at me, quickly bringing out her phone. "Daughter of Jamie Sinclair, Doris Rodriguez's threesome sex video leaked." I read out loud, my eyes never leaving Jamie's eyes. Jamie's leg wobbled as she quickly found herself a seat, her eyes glued to the screen before letting out a loud scream. "What the fuckkkkkk"

Damien’s Pov I woke up to the sound of Marcus pounding on my bedroom door, and I already knew before he said a single word that whatever news he was bringing wasn’t good. I opened the door and saw the look on his face, the same look he used to have back when a deal was about to collapse in front of investors. “It’s worse than we thought,” Marcus said, holding up his phone so I could see the screen. “It’s everywhere online. Someone leaked that Damien Laurent has been living quietly in this town for weeks.”

Damien growled, his frustration flaring through the haze of pain. ‎Lucas hesitated for a brief moment, his expression shifting uncomfortably. "Sir, the cyber investigation you ordered regarding the online smear campaigns against the young madam just concluded." ‎Damien looked up instantly, his dark eyes narrowing. "What did they find?" ‎"The digital footprints behind both primary media leaks belong exclusively to Ms. Moon," Lucas revealed quietly. ‎Damien’s chest tightened instantly as a cold shock ran through him. "Are you absolutely certain? That's impossible."

Damien followed with a deep groan, burying himself to the hilt and filling me. Afterward, he held me through the aftershocks, whispering praise and love until I drifted in a haze of exhausted peace. --- The peace shattered at 11:47 p.m. My phone started exploding with notifications. Then Damien’s. Victor called immediately. Damien answered on speaker. “It’s bad,” Victor said. “A video just leaked. It’s from the playroom. Two nights ago. You and Isla.” My blood turned to ice. Damien’s expression went murderous. “How much?”

he jested. Mayor Beth blushed and then winked at Mr. Gavino Vaughn turned to Gideon and said, "Keep your Pa away from my Ma. Please." "I am not a child, Vaughn," Mayor Everette scolded. Gideon closed his eyes and said, "Can we get to the most important matter about Damien." "What happened?" Mayor Beth asked. "Sam Bexley has released an intimate photo of the late Chairman Morrice Callisto and Damien Malkiel."

Taissa slapped her knee and laughed out loud. 'That's the best joke I've heard today, Marlee.' Marlee Ransom pursed her lips and sat down beside her friend, her face revealed no hint of comedy. 'It's no joke, Taissa. You're preggy.' Waves of shock, alarm and stark terror crashed over her Taissa like an angry tide. Her open mouth went dry and it felt like something had stuck in her tonsils. She was fairly sure her heart had missed the next few scheduled beat.

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