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His voice was tense. “Alpha, we’ve confirmed it. Someone leaked the info to the press — Princess Elinda’s connection to the Mafia is trending on every major news outlet.” My blood turned cold. "Who leaked it?" “We're tracking. It looks internal.” I gritted my teeth. “Lock down communication lines. I want names by sunrise.” I hung up and turned — and froze. Clara. She stood there, arms crossed, eyes wide. “You can’t take another mate.” I scoffed. “Watch me.”

Bella squeezed the drive in her hand. "You think this will finally take him down?" "No," Elodie said. "You will. But this will be the dagger you drive." --- The next morning, Clara rushed in with wide eyes. "Bella - we've got a leak." Bella's stomach dropped. "What now?" Clara held up her phone. It was a screenshot. Of Bella's ultrasound. Posted. Shared. Viral. The caption read: > The Billion-Dollar Bump: Is Bella Monetizing Motherhood?

And even as she wanted to push him away, even as every part of her screamed that this was madness, she knew one thing with brutal certainty: Eclipse would never be simple, and neither would he. The door clicked behind him, leaving Valerie alone with her racing thoughts, the weight of a secret she couldn’t share, and the fire of a man who had returned to claim a part of her she had never truly surrendered. Her phone buzzed one final time. She stared at the screen, blood running cold. CONFIDENTIAL: Eclipse Initiative Projection Leak — Top outlets will publish in less than 24 hours. She exhaled, sharp, lethal, and in that moment she knew the game had just begun.

The worst was still yet to come. The bulk of my notifications were from I*******m. I had been tagged in so many posts. My heart was already racing, and as soon as I opened the app, my jaw dropped and time seemed to come to a halt. It was a video–the same one that Eliot had leaked–but it was on Bridget’s page, about three hours ago! My breath began to quicken, and Nathan wrapped his arms around me immediately. “What? You know what, give me the phone.”

“I regret how much it cost. I don’t regret that I paid it.” He nodded. “I’m glad.” She glanced at him. “For me or for them?” “For you,” he said without hesitation. The next test came without warning. A broadcast leaked to the public networks, heavily edited, framing Elara as unstable, dangerous, uncontrolled. It spread fast, fueled by fear and half-truths. The facility reacted instantly. Lockdowns engaged. Security tightened. Alexander called emergency protocols. Elara watched the footage once. Then she turned it off.

Tonight, she’d reel in Derek, Kayla’s toxic ex, and weaponize a devastating bombshell: Kayla’s ultrasound, stolen from a fleeting social media story, now hers to leak to the world. Elise’s motive burned like a fever: Justin was hers, from those reckless, lust-fueled nights in 2023 when he was a rising tech star, his hazel eyes promising forever in a haze of club lights and champagne. His rejection—ghosting her desperate calls, shredding her handwritten letters—had fractured her, birthing Xiamond, the shadow who’d haunted their lives since 2025 with leaks: beach photos, gala shots, Catskills drones. Kayla’s fierce strength, her hands twisting Elise’s wrist in that office, her unyielding love

“Ma’am! Oh my god, Mrs Myla, please tell me you are looking at your phone right now!” The frantic, breathless voice of Myla’s operations manager, Chloe, exploded through the speaker the second Myla pressed the accept button. Myla rubbed her eyes, blinking against the early afternoon light spilling through the bedroom windows. It had been three days since the nightclub photo of Hayden, Jared, and Beck had leaked, and they had chosen to handle it the same way they’d handled the first leak. Silence.

The leak did not come from the lab. It came from a phone. Someone had taken a photo of Chloe in the chair a few weeks ago. This photo showed up on a forum then it jumped to a tech blog and then it went to mainstream feeds within a few hours. The picture showed Chloe in the chair with cables that you could barely see. Elara was in the background. The headline was careful. It was still a big deal: Unregistered Neural Interface Trial in Private Facility. By noon there were three news vans outside the facilitys gate. By two Hamilton Globals phone was ringing nonstop. Silas went into Elaras office with a tablet in his hand and a look on his face that said things were about to get busy. "We can st

His expression shifted sharply while reading. “What?” Oliver’s voice carried warning now. Elias looked up slowly. “The archive wasn’t copied.” A pause. “It was activated.” Nobody understood immediately. Daniel frowned. “What does that mean?” Elias’s eyes darkened completely. “It means someone initiated public release sequencing.” The station fell silent. Ariana blinked. “You mean they’re going to leak it?” “Yes.” Another pause. “Starting tomorrow.” Oliver’s chest tightened instantly. The recordings. The reports. The collapse.

BREAKING NEWS: HARRY DECLAN’S SECRET BLACKMAIL DEAL REVEALED ANONYMOUS LEAK CONFIRMS ELIZA WREN WAS FORCED OUT DECLAN ENTERPRISES FACES CORPORATE ETHICS INVESTIGATION I froze. Harry saw the look on my face before I even spoke. “What happened?” I turned the screen toward him. His jaw tightened. Eyes darkened. “Cassandra.” “She leaked it?” I asked. “She’s the only one who had access.” He snatched his phone, scrolling furiously. I could already see it—articles spreading like wildfire, pundits dissecting every detail, blogs and business pages calling him a fraud, a predator in a suit.