Novel & Cerita Ellie The Empress Leaked

The pen was heavy in my hand, every stroke my personal declaration of war against what was and against Ethan’s Blackvale empire. My phone dinged with an alert as I handed the general counsel the signed documents. Then another. There was a low hum in the room as staff checked their devices, and their gazes darted to me. I grimaced and took my phone out. Dozens of G****e Alerts cluttered my inbox, headlines blaring:“Ethan Blackvale Caught in Scandalous Affair with Fiancée’s Stepsister!” My heart raced as I clicked a link. The footage of my surveillance, Ethan and Lillian's sex footage had been leaked. It was everywhere, splashed across social media, news websites and gossip blogs.

ZANE AND ELLIE'S STORY ELLIE Eight months ago… “Oh God… this can’t be real. Not my sweet Chloe,” Ellie Winters whispered urgently to herself. She was alone in the doctor’s office where she worked, so nobody heard the fear in her rough voice. She was shaking from the shocking videos she had just seen on James’s laptop, completely by accident while searching for a file her boss had asked her to print.

“What?” “Elena. Where are you?” “Boston. Why?” “You need to see this. I’m sending a link.” My phone buzzes. Article link from The Guardian. Headline: *SANDOVAL HEIR’S SECRET: FIANCÉE UNAWARE OF COERCED ENGAGEMENT* I scan the article. Someone leaked everything. The medical incompetence angle, Isabella’s threats, the coerced contracts, everything. “Who gave them this?” I ask. “I don’t know, but it was published twenty minutes ago and it’s everywhere. T*****r. Reddit. Every major news outlet is picking it up.”

he said flatly. “She wants optics,” I replied. “And she wants to corner you into silence.” He looked at me. “We’re not doing it.” I shook my head slowly. “She is.” He frowned. “Elara” “Not the interview,” I clarified. “The overreach.” That evening, Lydia crossed the line. She didn’t wait for permission. She leaked. Nothing overt. Nothing that could be traced directly to her. Just a carefully placed suggestion that Adrian’s marriage was contractual. Strategic. Temporary.

Andre’s fists clenched, but he stepped back, his wolf conflicting his loyalty. Sharon smirked as Lillian stumbled away, her face unreadable. Then— “Actually…” Salome’s voice cut through the silence. She held up her phone, the screen displaying a breaking news alert…. LUXEMBOURG PACK SCANDAL: SECRET LOVE LETTER LEAKED’ My stomach dropped. Sharon’s face drained of color as she stared transfixed at the screen. “Funny,” Salome mused, tapping the screen constantly. “Seems like someone just published Lillian’s old letter to you Drake. I wonder who could have done that.”

Only her name has a red line through it? There is too much, printing everything out I sit on the floor. Slowly spreading out the papers. I look at the list. Elsie May, I saw that name. Searching through the papers I find the contract. Elsie May was the one named on the contract my dad had paid £50,000 to someone to kill her. “Well?” I look at Dwayne and shake my head. “Not now!” I don’t have time, I move, sliding out the pictures, my eyes stopping on a picture of Diesel with a woman, Elsie. I see his hand in hers, a ring on her finger.

Ellia had a guilty expression and looked like she was about to breakdown in tears. Lucianne asked, “Ellia, what’s wrong? Are some of the archives missing?” She shook her head, “No. It’s…Goddess, I’m so sorry. Uh…a while ago, shortly after you ascended the throne, my King, a few of us were ordered to…manipulate the finances for…a few of the governing members. We were warned that…if the real information was leaked, they will target our families…our kids, when we come to have kids.” She then looked at Russell on Lucianne’s lap as Ben held their daughter in his arms.

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His writing just looked like glyphs to her. “I’ll teach you along with the babies,” Logan offered. “Empress, Merc is here to see you.” One of the clerks announced. “Send him in,” Ellis said quietly. The man entered, carrying a tablet. He bowed low to both Logan and her before setting it up on Ellis’s desk. “I have finished the video and wished for you to see it before I make it public.” Ellis appreciated the courtesy. They hadn’t made it a condition for the interview because Ellis had insisted that it would say that she lacked trust, and besides, they couldn’t do anything even if they disliked what he did with the piece.

“Not because of drugs. Not because of pressure. Just you.” He smiled against my hair. “Love you back. Always have. Even when I tried not to.” Peace settled over the room like a blanket. Until it didn’t. My phone started exploding just after 3 a.m. Then Callan’s. Then the team group chat. Elodie burst into the room without knocking, face pale. “They dumped everything. All remaining videos. Raw footage, unedited segments spliced with their narrative, private moments, conversations—everything they held back. It’s everywhere. Every platform. Every news outlet.”