Novel & Cerita Ellerie Marie Leaked

Chapter 37 Fool (1) Lilllee was so pissed that she left home to join Conrad in celebrating her role. She later ends up bragging about the role on her social media pages after taking a few drinks without informing or taking permission from manager Frankie. Later that night, Tinsley called them to reveal that she'd be returning home with Lillee after the photoshoot, which made Mrs. William fake happiness while repeatedly thinking of ways to punish Tinsley **** "Tinsley, what's wrong with you? Lillee had just bragged about the role with Conrad."

“No, please…” Ellie broke into tears, collapsing onto the couch. Even Hunter looked stunned. “That’s not—he can’t—” Marlena looked up sharply. Her eyes locked onto Amanda like a laser. “This is your fault,” she said, voice cold with steel. “You started all this.” Amanda’s jaw clenched. “Don’t be ridiculous. I—” “You blackmailed her,” Marlena continued, stepping forward, her voice rising. “You leaked her past. You had your men chase them down. What else did you do?”

“Well, in that case, wait here for me. I will take you home when it is almost time.” “Sure.” Myra nodded with a smile. After he left, her expression fell significantly. Earlier in the banquet, my cell phone vibrated upon receiving a MMS from an unknown number. A black-and-white photograph was attached in the MMS. There is a familiar woman in the picture—Lyla. Besides, there was a car, which I am exceptionally acquainted with and it is none other than Elliot’s gold Aston Martin. There was only a line of sentence underneath the photo—‘Lyla was the one who leaked the trade secrets of Chase Group’s Hilliville project’.

The caption reads: “If you think she didn’t know, you’re lying to yourself.” The comments are brutal. Gold digger. Contract wife. She knew what she signed up for. My hands start shaking so badly I have to put the phone down. This isn’t just gossip. This is strategy. Celeste isn’t reacting. She’s executing. Mara appears in the doorway, phone pressed to her ear, face pale. “They’re running with it,” she says. “Blogs. Entertainment pages. Someone leaked screenshots. Real ones.”

Liana and Rosaline's scandal spread like wildfire online. Jasper and Liana's engagement news was no longer the top trending topic. It was replaced by hashtags like #LianaGardnersDaughter and #RosalineKirkmanContractKilling. The footage of the dumpster fire at the party had been leaked. Liana was shown screaming hysterically in the videos. The dress slip incident and her half-naked body were captured as well in what was a ridiculous soap opera that went viral online.

“Full council. Closed door.” She nodded slowly. “About me.” “About everything,” he replied. “But yes. You are the center.” Aurelia folded her arms, steadying herself. “Who leaked it?” Lucien hesitated. That pause was the answer. Her voice remained calm. “Say it.” “Mara,” he said quietly. The name landed like a physical blow. Aurelia did not move. For a moment, even breath seemed optional. Her mind rejected the sound of it, searched for alternatives, for context that would make it untrue.

A cold, calculating look crept across his face. Kelsey was still sobbing in his arms. But hidden in his arms, she shot me a provocative glance. It was the look of a victor. "Uncle Myron, don't say I'm being heartless." Patrick cleared his throat and put on the air of a family patriarch. "This has blown up now, and Kelsey is an influencer with hundreds of thousands of followers. "If Jillian's video gets out, how are we supposed to show our face in public? Who would ever want to marry her after that?"

Between coughs, he spat out, "Water …" Wendy immediately understood him and ran to the kitchen to pour him a glass of water. He drank half of it in one gulp. It was only then that Lewis breathed easier. Larissa was still in shock. "Is it true? That Marilyn is the traitor?" She couldn't believe her ears. "But hasn't she worked at Blue Star Shipping for years? Have there been other secrets leaked to Moorewell Shipping?" "Not before." After his violent choking, Lewis' voice was hoarse. "But I have proof."

she warned. "Bring it on; I look forward to it." I hung up the phone before she did, my mood plunging deeper: Kent was right; the video was leaked by Leila, not Jared. But for me, there's no difference anymore. They are both bad fruits that sprung from the same tree “I’m sorry for dragging you into this.” I apologized. “What do you mean dragging me into this?” "Bringing you along with me... You lost face..." My voice was low; regardless of how much I tried to control it, the sorrowful emotions still leaked out.

As usual, she was fashionably late, and as she walked into the private lounge I had reserved, her pointed heels clicked against the marble floor. “Roman,” she said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” I didn’t waste time on pleasantries. “You leaked the photos.” For a brief moment, her smile wavered, but she immediately got it back. "I have no idea what you're talking about." “Don’t feign innocent , Camille,” I snapped, my voice cold. “Daniel traced the IP address. It leads straight to you.” She shrugged, sat down, and crossed her legs elegantly as if she had studied. “Fine. I leaked them. But don’t act like this is all on me. You’ve been letting your wif