Dixie Damelio Leak Novels & Stories

he ordered I heard shuffling of bodies before we were engulfed in silence. The only sound was the melody of her moans as she began grinding on top of me I moved my lips down to kiss her neck, her hands gripping my hair as she started breathing heavily "Fuck I missed you" She gasped, making me chuckle "How was America baby girl?" I asked in between kisses, knowing full well about the jail time. "Good... got a bit messy in Texas... but good" she sighed in content, I stood up, picking her up with me and placing her on the desk.

Chapter Eighty-Eight – Faked. Damien found himself at the door of Diablo’s bar again. He adjusted his mask and knocked on the door. The huge man opened for him and he sprinted his way to Diablo’s little office. He knocked again and was offered entry. “You are still wearing this mask.” Diablo laughed, clearing the files on his table to reveal another file underneath them. “I figured out who Jenna Marbles is, that’s why I called.” “That’s why I came.” Damien exhaled, taking off his mask.

There, I found the bank account that I had immediately tried to access through my phone and the name of the woman that brought me into the world that my father had refused to inform me. Diana Grey Kalikha. I was too engrossed, staring at the dizzying number of zeroes when Vince squeezed my hand and asked. “Who is it?” I almost brush him off but promptly remember that I had to get into his good side to manipulate him. “One of mom's colleagues. Let's go.” I said, pulling him towards his car. “What did it say?” he asked when we're finally buckled up and his finger on the ignition. “Same thing everyone's telling me,”

The door opened and it was a new girl and she could tell that they were having sex by the state of her appearance. Raven caught a glimpse of Damien and she felt sick. She turned away without saying anything and she walked away.

He said it loudly for Daniel to hear this time. "Mistake? What was a mistake?" Daniel already knew, but he wanted to hear it from Josh. He was shocked when he realized what happened. The almighty Josh who never liked being close to women, had sex with a lady especially one he is close to. "We.. Sa-Sabrina and I ..we um." He couldn't say it all hoping Daniel would understand. Daniel didn't want to pull his legs anymore. It was a serious issue. "You guys...had sex?"

He couldn’t stand by while she was swallowed by Damien’s game. He had already lost her once. He wouldn’t let it happen again. *********************** Meanwhile, in a sleek glass tower across the city, Celeste typed furiously on her laptop. A message from Damien sat open on her screen. Leak the files. Make sure Valeria drowns before she learns how to swim. Celeste hesitated, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. Her reflection in the dark window stared back at her, cold and conflicted. “Sorry, Valeria,” she whispered. “This time, you won’t see it coming.”

The silence after he left was worse than Aaron’s words. Worse than the doubts. Even worse than the public disgrace. Because it felt like the beginning of the end. It felt like I had lost him. I didn't even know why. My phone rang, cutting through the silence. I didn’t want to look at it, but I did. It was Leo. I picked up on the second ring. "Leo—" His voice was sharp. "Damian, I want you to listen carefully.” “What now?" He took a deep breath and said, "I traced part of the metadata in that leak. I found out that there's someone inside—"

“And what do they say about me?” “That you don’t have a heart,” I said. “But maybe they’re wrong.” Our eyes met—briefly, dangerously. The air thickened, charged with a question neither of us wanted to answer. Then, just as suddenly, the calm shattered. His phone buzzed on the counter. He checked it. The color drained from his face. “Damian?” I asked. He looked up, eyes dark with something sharp and sudden. “Someone just leaked internal server data. Again.”

“Please, make yourselves at home.” Austin’s lead man stepped forward, eyes cold. “Greg Voss. You’re under unofficial invite to leave quietly.” “Is that a threat?” Greg laughed. “Better a threat than a whisper.” He turned toward his own device, tapped quickly, and the room’s borrowed quiet fractured. Across the city and in a blink, the world shifted. Phones buzzed. In the parking lot below the hotel, a line of news vans throbbed to life. A single, carefully leaked whisper, a headline seeded by someone with a grudge and a contact list bloomed into the toxic glare of curiosity: DiMarco marriage: contract or love? Sources say ‘arrangement’.The message spread like spilled wine.

"It's everywhere." Dante's jaw tightened. He pulled out his phone, fingers flying across the screen. I watched his face as he scrolled, color draining from his cheeks. "You slept with Rex," he said, shock lacing his voice. "Yeah, no kidding. He leaked my video." "How could you sleep with him?" Bitterness evident in his voice. "You wanted me to sleep with you instead? I just told you my nudes got leaked, and that's all you care about." He opened his mouth, then closed it. Frustration ran through him as he ran a hand through his hair. "You're right. This isn't about me. We need to find Rex immediately. I can't believe he did this."