Ellerie Marie Leaked Novels & Stories

Camille’s face was pale, her fingers flying across her phone as she tracked the digital fallout. "The leak came from a boutique firm on Selena's payroll," Camille whispered, her jaw tight with protective anger. "They timed it perfectly with the market opening. Lawrence called this emergency meeting the moment the stock dipped. Be careful in there, Bianca. He's acting like the worried uncle, but he's already telling the minority shareholders you're a liability."

It's as if they're all going to leave me standing on my own to save their own skin. The things that were leaked about them weren't very nice either, but at least they weren't the ones who the whole world was laughing at because their husband had been missing and the lies they'd told to hide the fact that they didn't know where he was had been exposed. I opened the envelope and read the slip of paper before burning it as instructed at the bottom. I guess Mary wasn't taking any chances since all evidence pointed to all of us being hacked. Her instructions weren't anything new, just the same old same old with a different story.

The room hums with thought. I glance at Alaric, and his eyes meet mine. “We’re going to end this,” he says, not just to me—but to everyone. “But we do it smart. We do it fast. And we do it together.” Ellie raises her hand slightly, and everyone turns to her. “There’s something else,” she says. “I figured out who the mole in my company is.” “He’s been leaking client and company information and even some of my secret designs,” Ellie continues. “Probably feeding it straight to Elias. I’m ready to fire him and press charges.”

“No, baby girl. Like… internet disaster trending.” Jules turned the phone toward her. Her name was there. Not just her name. Her face. Paused mid-motion from the video. Lucian’s face beside her. The slap frozen in time like a crime scene photograph. Kyrie’s stomach dropped. “No,” she whispered. “Yes,” Mandy said softly. “Someone leaked the full clip. Not just the end.” Jules scrolled. “It’s everywhere. T*****r, I***a reels, gossip blogs, even news aggregators picked it up.” Kyrie’s mouth went dry. “But… it wasn’t like that. They didn’t show…”

“You really think Ellie will love me if she knows what I did to Amy? To Marcella? Please let the girl believe what she wants. After marriage, she’ll have no choice but to obey.” Marcella tilted her head. “Still want to deny me, Giovanni?” His jaw clenched, Amy stepped forward. That’s not even the worst part, she handed Marcella something—a small black envelope. Marcella tore it open with dramatic slowness, inside were printed photographs, black and white, evidence. She walked right up to Ellie’s father and handed them over. “That’s you, right?” Marcella asked sweetly. “With the woman who isn’t your wife? The one you’ve been funding behind closed doors? Thought you could lie your way out of t

The screen loaded immediately—headlines blaring across every major outlet and her face was on everyone. "The Billionaire’s Bride Was Bought: Secret Contract Exposes Marriage of Convenience." "Selene Carter: Pawn or Player?" "Lancaster's Holdings’ CEO Faces Ethical Backlash Amid Staged Marriage Allegations." She stared at the headlines in disbelief, her pulse pounding. “Where did this come from?” Julius didn’t look away. “Daniel,he leaked it.” Selene felt the words scrape across her ribs. “Damien doesn’t know yet?” “He knows.” Julius’s voice dropped. “And he’s not handling it well.”

"I’ll make sure to drag Matteo to the altar, if it’s the last thing I do!" "Thank you..." Emmeline’s eyes were wide and glassy, shining with gratitude, and Annalise could only hug her daughter, her precious darling. "But Mama, I have something I don’t understand." "What is it, dearest?" "How could my photos be leaked?" Emmeline asked, her voice watery. "I was in Matteo’s home! It’s not as though I went to a club and got stalked by the paparazzi. It was supposed to be safe! Do you think Matteo likes to watch..."

I wanted to stop her from saying anything if it was a post about Conrad's plays, but the look on her face, like it is an urgent emergency. And true it was, before she could say anything I got multiple notifications on my mail. I just wanted to take a glance but the headlines struck me stiff. I had to pay more attention, opening a notification from channel 37b2. AJAX NEWS LIVE REPORT (evening edition): “ROYCE HEIRESS ADELINE IN EXPLOSIVE SEX TAPE LEAK – REVENGE P**N OR CALCULATED SMEAR?” “What!” my mind was blown. I scrolled through multiple notifications all the same. The Internet world wide was only talking about one person, Adeline!

, and I always replied "please call me as soon as she wakes up, I will be there tonight" I was trying to get some work done in my office when I heard a knock at my door, I really didn't want to be bothered by anyone, "Come in" I said with an obvious tone of annoyance My irritation only increased when Ariel walked into my office, "How may I help you?" I asked without making eye contact. "Oh Emmanuel I just wanted to give my condolences I heard what happened with Marianna, the whole office is talking about it, my dad heard from your dad that she doesn't remember who she is? do you know how she is doing?" she asked, almost sounding sincere

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.