Eden Wilde Leak の小説・ストーリー

“I want to drown them in a storm so big, they can’t fight their way out of it.” Jessica closed her laptop. “Alright. Then let’s burn the whole thing down.” Two days later, the biggest data leak in modern history was released. It wasn’t a slow drip of information. It was an explosion. Hundreds of thousands of pages—emails, financial records, classified internal communications—flooded the internet. It exposed secret deals, backroom negotiations, illegal contracts that had shaped entire industries and governments. It was undeniable. And it was unstoppable. Within hours, the world was in chaos.

Fans who had initially been sympathetic began digging deeper and finally found what they were looking for. An anonymous audio file went viral on all the major werewolf forums. It was a clip from one of Cassia's past livestreams where she had forgotten to turn off her microphone. Although there was no video, Aiden's distinctive, deep voice and Cassia's explicit flirting were unmistakable. Then came the screenshots of the utterly humiliating mind-link messages Cassia had sent to Elara. An insider leaked the pregnancy report, stamped with the pack's official seal. A bystander had snapped a photo of Aiden and Cassia kissing passionately in a luxury car.

She buried her face in a pillow, waiting for a knock that never came. A few minutes later, her phone dinged on the nightstand. Her hands shook as she picked it up. Caleb Maddox: You like what you saw, kitten? Her stomach dropped, a heavy heat pooling in her groin. She stared at the screen, her thumbs hovering over the keyboard. She couldn't reply. She shouldn't. But before she could put the phone down, a second message arrived. It was a video. Lena hesitated for three seconds, her heart in her throat, before she tapped it.

Eli stood beneath the trees. He looked different than the photos, gaunter, eyes sunken, lips tight. He clutched a backpack like it held the last piece of his soul. “Thanks for coming,” he said, his voice low but steady. Delilah stepped forward first. “You said you had proof. Of all of it.” Eli nodded. “I’ve got a full backup of Whitlock’s private vault. Every message. Every photo. Every signed NDA. Even stuff I wasn’t supposed to see.”

I looked away, picked up my coat, and walked out of the alley without looking back. An hour later. Sitting in my SUV, I logged into the dark web forum used by werewolves across the continent. My fingers flew across the keyboard. I leaked everything. I posted the vicious text Vivian had sent me—"Toby is the only heir"—and the audio I recorded at the relic hall, proving she used her dead husband for attention. In less than five minutes, the werewolf internet exploded. Watching Vivian's name become the most hated in the supernatural world, I turned off my phone. I felt absolutely nothing.

He seemed unable to hold back and suddenly said, "Ms. Leeman, I know everything the public is saying today is false! You're not like that." I wondered, 'The public?' Quinton clicked on a trending article titled: [Wilson Real Estate's Mrs. Wilson, Vanessa Leeman, Failed the Scheme with Her Lover, Charles Chase, and Lost Both Her Reputation and Fortune!] The article had nearly three thousand words, stating how I had hooked up with Charles and staged the kidnapping.

Delilah turns her back, she made eye contact with the men in black that showed to telling her it's time to leave, she nodded, signalling them to wait outside till she was true. "Let this be the last time you ever call me for your ridiculous proposals." Delilah's tone was so melodic that it didn't come off as a threat. It wasn't even a threat the words that followed were. "Blackmail me like this again, And I will leak your tape to media. We both know how deep your name would be dragged to the mud if everyone knew you were jacking off to tapes of me undressing." Delilah sternly spits out in disgust. Malfred was shock, his face was written in chaotic bewilderment. "What..how ? I burnt those." M

Leila stopped walking. Read it again. He regrets. Her phone buzzed again. Another alert. Then another. The story was spreading in real time, outlet to outlet, the way things did when someone with inside access decided to talk. Someone had leaked it. Not the pregnancy itself, that was still framed as unconfirmed. But Adrian's knowledge of it. The rights he'd signed away. The regret. Someone inside Blue Moon Pack had just handed the media a story about her child. Leila's hand tightened around the phone.

She didn’t need explanations. She could read the battlefield instantly. The world wasn’t reacting to Vanessa’s beauty. They were reacting to the implications. Jerome Lui breaks down. His ex posts luxury photos in Dubai with another man. The internet devours the story. Perfect fuel. Perfect timing. Perfect weapon. Miranda inhaled slowly. The kind of breath predators take before they move. “Who leaked these?” she asked. “No one knows. They were posted by her account. Public. Open visibility.” Of course they were.

“Don’t say my name, you disgusting woman. Why did you give birth to me? Why!? I hate you! “And Maisie Vanderbilt, I hate you too!” Willow shrieked hysterically, turned around, and ran out. Leila’s pupils constricted as she could see Willow’s disgust and hatred for herself in her eyes. The police no longer gave Leila any chance to explain and brought her away. The truth behind the matter had become clear to everyone, and all the media outlets left after witnessing the “ridiculous farce”. Madam Vanderbilt smacked and scolded Yorick at the scene. Linda was still startled by the fact that her father had cheated on her mother with Leila.