Ellie The Empress Leaked Novels & Stories

He lost it all when he tried to cuck the wrong man. As a side note, Ellie became collateral damage after the story leaked out about her affair with Richard the Pedophile. The story was published on several major national news sites. Somehow these national news sites were hacked, and the story went viral for over a week. The headlines told the story of a cheating spouse, and her relationship with the Valentines Day Pedophile, Richard Jones. The hacker gave him the nickname in the articles after he was arrested on Feb 14th, Valentines Day. Happy Valentines Day, Ellie.

she said flatly, tapping the screen once, “has enough money to solve actual problems in three different countries and somehow chose to spend forty million dollars trying to publicly embarrass his ex business partner.” I blinked once. “Forty?” “Million,” she repeated. Then she looked up slowly. “Imagine being that wealthy and still emotionally unserious.” I snorted before I could stop myself. Madam Eloise shook her head lightly and continued reading. “The scandal gets worse,” she murmured. “Apparently he leaked internal documents because his ego was bruised during a board disagreement.” “That sounds illegal.” “Oh, it absolutely is illegal.” She looked delighted by that part. “Which is what ma

The only sounds that could be heard were our breathing and the distant rustle of leaves. We both jerked our heads up at the sound of a loud snap. I looked straight at the trap which now. had something between it. “There!” Eleanor squealed. “We got one!” Sure enough, a plump rabbit struggled inside the trap. She jumped to her feet, throwing her hands in the air like we’d just won the gold medal. Her golden bun bounced loosely, falling apart with each movement. I stayed back, watching her. The evening light shone perfectly on her hair, and her blue eyes held pure excitement in them. She looked so alive, so unbothered by the royal pressure.

her voice trembled, urgent, "turn on the news now. Or check your phone—just do it quickly." "What's going on?" "Just do it!" she snapped before ending the call. Heart pounding, I grabbed the remote and switched the channel. The screen went black for a second before the headline flashed across— "BREAKING— Explosive Evidence Leaked about the Real Mastermind Behind Raphael Lorenzo Embezzlement Crime" I froze. Raphael sat up. "Diana…?”

The apartment in Berlin was quiet except for the war playing out on the screen. Isolde sat on the edge of a weathered chaise, her fingers wrapped tightly around a mug of untouched tea. Across the room, Penelope’s phone buzzed nonstop alerts, news outlets, encrypted messages flooding in. CNN. Al Jazeera. BILD. BBC. Every broadcast began the same: “Breaking tonight a massive leak implicates an international private society known as Velvet…” Names scrolled down the ticker. Men Isolde had only seen in passing at the club. Faces unmasked. Dates, bank transfers, performance footage.

“Emma, I trust you. And I know you’ll never let anyone close who doesn't deserve a second chance. Whether you forgive him or not, that’s your right. Not mine to interfere.” Tears shimmered in her eyes. “Thank you.” --- The next morning, the calm shattered. Danielle called in a panic. She was at the office early and someone had leaked private footage of Emma’s old modeling photoshoots. Intimate ones—artistic, yes, but twisted out of context with clickbait headlines. "CEO's Wife: Secret Past Uncovered!" "Who Really Is Emma Davis-Blake?" "From Shadows to Spotlight — and All That She Hid"

She had warned me several times not to cry or else my make-up would be ruined and she would have to redo it all over again. “You must be happy to finally tell the world that you are Sir Alexander’s one and only woman. It must have been hard hiding your relationship with him for years,” Lisa commented. I rolled my eyes upon hearing that story again. That was the one that Alexander made up to make the people believe that I had been his secret lover. It was the lamest story I had ever heard but that was the most convincing one. When I was ready to leave the mansion, Lisa put on the red veil over my head and she guided me until we reached the entrance.

Chapter Twenty-Five Priscilla’s POV The fake DNA report leaked at 9:47 a.m. on a Thursday. I was in the middle of a video call with our European distributor when Elena burst into my office without knocking, her face was pale. She slid her tablet across the desk. The headline screamed in bold letters: “Shocking DNA Evidence Exposes Entrepreneur Priscilla Marlow’s Five-Year Deception – Twins Not Creighton Cross’s Heirs.”

Events seem to have unfolded in a mysterious hurry which makes us recall a similar situation in the past when Lady Parker’s mother brought misfortune upon the Empire concerning her misfeasance with a werewolf in a scandal. The details should not be recited. This Author’s hands tremble and breath hitch in her throat when, with a bleeding heart, she pronounces herself being a subject of Empress Ellizzian, daughter of a fugitive absconder. ~yours truly Lady Adiara I blink the unshed tears away, dreading the day when I had stepped up to Empress Ellizzian from Lady Parker. I still remember every fucking minute of the unfortunate day like it all had happened yesterday. Of course, there were visito

But even with the win, Elara didn’t celebrate. Because something inside her said this isn’t over. That morning, she entered the war room and immediately sensed it. Marcus wouldn’t meet her eyes. Splice was unusually quiet. Only Damien acknowledged her with his usual nod, but it was stiff. “Tell me,” she said. Splice cleared her throat and tapped a few keys. “Someone leaked our internal footage to the press. Specifically, the part where we discussed timing the exposé to interrupt Halser’s speech.” Elara froze. “Who?”