Novelas y relatos de Erika Costell Leaked

Your mother is a powerful woman. She would find a way out. But me? I would never find a way out. Why then would I hold your videos when I know they could leak easily?" This time it is my turn to laugh. "What do you mean? That the drama you showed today was fake and you want me to believe you?" I asked. "We are in bigger trouble than you think, Eric. You, Damien and me. Kelvin has our videos." The world goes silent. Everything goes so still. Not even the birds outside make any noise.

“This morning, someone came to Rebecca with an interesting proposition. She wanted to sell her a video. Of you. And Erikson.” Blood rushed from Amanda’s face. And head, because she suddenly felt lightheaded. “What?” “Given the look on your face, it appears that you already knew such a video was out here.” “I had no idea it was being peddled to the highest bidder!” She hurried over to him. To imagine the asshole was doing that while asking her for ten million dollars to ensure it never leaked! “Who was it? Did Rebecca pay for it?” “I cannot tell you who it was. And no, Rebecca did not pay.” Keith met her gaze. “I did.”

As he scrambled to turn the device off, a video file suddenly popped up on his screen from the notification bar, and as he clicked on it, his breath seized with shock. “Aunt Jules... look,” he quickly showed her as Jules leaned over his shoulder, and within three seconds, her heart completely crumbled. It was a high-definition video recorded by one of the guys at the party and the camera perfectly captured a trembling Eleanor surrounded by a mocking circle of invited kids. Brittany’s, Amy’s, and the laughter of some others echoed clearly through the phone's speaker, followed by the barrage of taunts about her being motherless and an adopted fraud. A text banner suddenly popped up at the top

When she was sure she’s alone, Erika brought out her phone. “Prepare the footage. Make sure everyone on the internet sees what he did in the club.” She rolled her eyes when the person she’s talking to responded over the line. “Watch me destroy Raven and DesmondTech together.” She smirked. Creak. Erika stopped her talking when a faint sound coming from one of the stalls echoed through the bathroom walls. Shit, shit. If someone hears about her plans– She calmed down when she looked to see a familiar face of the little mouse she was itching to get rid of.

Veronica’s name was suddenly linked to coercion, manipulation, and career blackmail, but she didn’t stay silent for long, because fifteen minutes after the interview ended, Hale Media pushed a live leak: “CELIAN: THE PRIVATE TAPES.” With a clickbait subheading: See the passion they tried to keep hidden, was it love, or strategy? Celeste stared at the alert in stunned silence. The silence inside the penthouse was suffocating, thick with the aftershocks of what had just erupted. Damien paced, phone pressed to his ear, coordinating with the legal team and PR specialists as Celeste stood by, frozen in disbelief. She stared at the screen in front of her, the unrelenting cascade of images, her and

“Sweetheart, go see if Matilda has those ginger cookies you like.” He looked at me, perfectly aware he was being dismissed, but obeyed with a dramatic sigh and left. As soon as the door closed, I turned to Aurora, my eyes sparkling. “Erika’s jewels. The sketches Lena forced you to make her way. The images were leaked to the press. They’re calling it ‘the collection of disgrace’ in the society columns. They say they’re as empty and soulless as the engagement itself. Erika must be having a hysterical fit in her room.”

He is the one loyal person I have after Amelia's effortless coup. “I asked for the reporter's name not who made the news” “It's Eric sir. He is a blogger and he leaked the news to them” Eric. Eric. Eric. Does this man know who the fuck he just messed with? I suck in a deep breath, trying to maintain a good voice. “Do you know where he lives?” I ask “I can track him down. But it would be for a greater f*e” I toll my eyes. Why the fuck does everyone think money is the therapy for every situation?

The rumors of them being together were still burning and giving spice to every gossiper's headline. She went to the girl's powder room to pee, and while sitting, she heard someone enter. They were talking lowly, they are whispering still even inside the room. "I heard they fought, this is a big mess. Mr. Constancio had three ex-mistress and separated from her legal wife. Now Erika is gone so is him. He'll lose his license as a teacher," she heard a girl speak. "I heard Erika is pregnant and they might decide to leave the city." Fera flushed the toilet and went out.

They knew he was doing them a favour and could ruin their career with a word from his lips. Smiling, Kiera eased their worries. “One question, only.” Thanks to Jace’s earlier charade, everyone hesitated to speak until one of the ladies took a step forward and cleared her throat. “Ms. Campbell, I am sure you are aware of your sex video leaked all over the internet with you and Mr. Dalton here?” ‘I just found out.” “What do you have to say concerning it? The media wonders if you sold yourself to save your company after your ex-hus…”

Erika said to Lixue. "I'll tell you if I see it, but if not, I'm sorry right away—" Leatrice/Lixue interrupted when Erika slapped her. Their fellow models were surprised by what they saw. "When I find out you're his girl—that's not all I'm going to do to you," Erika shouted before storming out of the dressing room. "Are you okay?" the stylist asked Lixue. "I'm fine, just fix me, make me thicker, my make-up." Leatrice/Lixue said to the two gays.