Dixie Damelio Leak Novels & Stories

“It’s started.” Damien’s entire body went rigid. “What do you mean?” Naomi held up her phone. “A leak. Financial reports, internal documents… someone’s feeding the media information about your businesses.” She scrolled, her face darkening. “And it’s not just the company. Personal details about you, your past dealings everything.” Damien’s expression darkened further. “That bastard.” Sienna’s breath caught. “You think it’s Adrian?” Damien’s jaw ticked. “I don’t think I know.”

Gemma said as she dropped a voice recorder. The voice recorder played and everyone in the room went paler than before. “When was this?” Damien's head lawyer barked at Damien as Damien was unresponsive. “This is heinous.” The prosecutor in charge said as other prosecutors agreed as they collected the evidence. “How did you get this?” Damien finally muttered out, it was his deepest secret he didn't even tell his lawyer about it because of how shady it was. The recorded conversation was one Damien and a Military personnel in Dain were having.

In the days following the fiasco at the charity gala, and the popularity of the viral video, Flora and Damien set their second step into motion. Damien, through his extensive network in the media, leaked explicit photos of Henry and Olivia onto social media; cozying up to each other at a dimly lit bar, bodies pressed together in Henry's car, limbs tangled in the bedroom of a seedy hotel. The images spread like wildfire, igniting a frenzy of public outrage even more furious than the last.

"Boss, I know it's my fault. I was supposed to ensure total privacy last night—" "Get to the point," Damien interrupted, his voice dropping into a dangerous chill. He didn't care about excuses; he wanted to know exactly what had driven Ethan to take such drastic public action. Seeing that Damien had absolutely no patience left, Elijah forced the truth out. "Sir, a video leaked online of you and Ethan..." He hesitated, too embarrassed to finish the sentence. Damien’s irritation spiked. "Doing what, Elijah? Don't push me!" "Kissing, sir. Kissing," Elijah blurted out quickly.

--- The room was silent when the call came in. Damien sat at his desk, scrolling through reports with half his mind on Selene’s silence. She had barely looked at him since the night before, and he was starting to feel the crack in the distance she left behind. But when Julius’s name flashed on the screen, he answered immediately. “There’s a problem,” Julius said,his voice was tight and serious. “The contract’s been leaked.” Damien stood up slowly, the muscles in his jaw locking. “What contract?” “The one between you and Selene,” Julius replied. “Someone sent it anonymously to three news outlets and two ran it already.”

“What are you talking about?” Damien turned the phone toward her. On the screen was her secret OnlyFans page. Not just the main one — the locked posts. The ones where she was completely naked, legs spread, fingering herself. Another picture showed her shoving a dildo deep in her pussy with the caption “wish this was your cock daddy.” Riley’s face went pale. “Delete that right now. That’s private.”

I remembered the passion, the lust, his kisses, his hands exploring my body, him buried inside me… but I didn’t remember when or how I met him. I didn’t even know who he was, and I didn’t wait to find out when I woke up by his side. I panicked, I fled, and I hoped no one ever found out. The next few days proved me wrong. I found out I slept with Dante Romero in the worst possible way. Pictures of our night together were leaked on the internet, fanning the flames of the already controversial trend surrounding Dante’s breakup with angelic singer and actress Laura Kingsley a week before their wedding.

"We can prove enough. The affairs are documented. The DNA test is sealed but we have testimony from the lab tech. The embezzlement settlement has witnesses. The DUI has a paper trail even if the conviction was expunged." Damien looks at me. "Your call." "What?" "She came after you. This is your decision. Do we leak it or not?" I should feel powerful. Should feel vindicated. Instead, I just feel tired. "She has a two-week-old baby," I say quietly. "She knew that when she leaked our contract." "I know. But—" I stop. "This will destroy her. Completely." "She tried to destroy you." "I know." The car is silent except for the sound of traffic outside.

I turned toward him, the truth on the edge of my tongue—but it stayed there. “Would it matter if I was?” He didn’t answer. But he didn’t look away either. By morning, something had changed between us. Not spoken. Not decided. But real. We sat in the kitchen, sipping bitter coffee neither of us truly wanted when Damien’s phone buzzed. He frowned and read the message. His shoulders stiffened. “What is it?” I asked. He stood slowly. “We have to go.” “Why?” He looked at me, eyes dark. “There’s been another leak. Someone sent files to the media. From inside my team.”

I had just returned from my forced abortion, the pain was still so fresh. I read through some of the comments calling me brave. Wronged. The victim. Some of the comments even called for justice. I should have felt validated. Instead, I felt exposed. Raw. Like my pain was nothing more than entertainment for the pack. The video had been leaked deliberately, probably by Damien’s uncle, Declan. He was his rival in the Alpha presidency race. Declan had been circling for years, waiting for any sign of weakness. The scandal painted Damien as unfaithful, cruel, abandoning his fated Luna. Exactly the ammunition his opponent needed.