Erika Costell Leaked Novels & Stories

The man in Julian's grip trembled all over and stammered. "A woman named Stella Acker. Her private photos are being auctioned tonight at an underground event. This is the warm-up livestream..." At the sound of my name, Julian's brow tightened, as if his heart had skipped. "What?!" He snatched the phone away. Sure enough, every image on the screen was a private photo of Stella. "How is that possible? I took all the cameras. How could anything leak online?

Sara entered the suite and found Eric on a call. Rushing to him, she seemed panicked, and as Eric noticed her, he quickly hung up the call. Sara grabbed his collar, questioning, "What do you want? Why are you doing this?" Eric smirked, gripping her wrists, "Relax. I haven't leaked those photos to the media or Yohan Dixon. I just sent them to you." "Why are you doing this, Eric? You promised not to expose anything if I came to you."

“You were there since the first days my hell started, you’re not crazy as well. It cost me so much to believe it. When my husband came to visit me for the first time, you were there, why, Marcos?” “I don’t… I don’t know. Please, Erika, you need to continue this path. Don’t let anyone catch you, don’t let them ruin more than you have been ruined, you don’t deserve that. Get your revenge, don’t stop until you have enough of their pain. Valeria Valladolid, her two sons, Tomas and… someone else.” “How do you know so much?” Marcos’ was making a blogger effort to breathe, but it was getting harder. There was not much time left, and not only that, if Erika didn’t move, she was going to be caught by

Sebastian said, frowning. Elara picked up her phone. Forty-three missed calls. Over a hundred text messages. All from unknown numbers. “What the…” Her screen lit up with a notification from Celebrity Insider. BREAKING: Audio Leaked Sebastian Vale PAID Elara Moore $517,000 for One Night! “She Agreed to the Transaction” Elara's blood ran cold. “Sebastian,” she whispered. He was already reaching for his own phone, his expression darkening as he read. “Fuck!” he said quietly. “Cassandra.”

Sara said that while showing him the images on the cell phone, along with the email. Caspian didn't take long, to snatch the cell phone, and review the images. The slut, who appeared in the background, was none other than Erika. At that moment, Caspian remembered, that Erika had been with Justin. At the restaurant the night before. Quite possibly, they exchanged information, during that time.

Naturally, Ethan saw it too and said sternly, "Answer it on speaker." Isabella pursed her lips, hesitated for two seconds, and then put the call on speaker. "Eric." "Isabella, I'm sorry about the online incident..." Isabella interrupted directly, "Who leaked the photos?" Eric was the only one with the photos, but she knew it couldn't be him. "It might be my brother. I told him about us before." "Your brother?" Isabella didn't understand. "Why would he expose our relationship?" Eric explained, "He likes Kathy, I guess it's because of her. I'm really sorry. You don't have to worry about anything. I'll clarify it immediately."

Someone reposted it with the caption: “Stolen Chic? Venice McLaren Can’t Afford Class.” She issued a statement. It was five words: “This is a misunderstanding. Stop.” Internet: Didn’t. And then... oh, Era. My sweet, delusional cousin. Tomas hit play on a screen recording. It showed her OnlyFans dashboard. She hadn’t even changed her username—it was literally @ErabelleMcLarenVIP. Her subscriber list? Her direct manager from the PR agency. A dean from her college. Three married professors. A man labeled “PastorGreg_77.”

Cutting her off Maria continued like a volcano, "Look at the photo huh! She doesn't have big buttocks, nor does she have that big tits. She doesn't look that better from her side profile either then why... Arghhhh! I'm so pissed!!!" 'Do you have to run salt on my wound? Really?' Maria's frustration was clear in her tone but nothing of it concerned her. For a moment, she was angry at the way Maria was talking about her but since she didn't know who it was, she put it aside. Irene was thinking about something else. Staring at the phone screen Irene rotated her phone. 'Who the heck leaked it? As far as I know, just anyone wouldn't dare to publish it because nobody wants to mess with the Hudson'

Just then, his phone rang. It was his assistant. "Mr. Cole, we have a problem. Someone leaked explicit videos of you online. They’re spreading fast. If we don’t act quickly, this could severely damage the company’s reputation." Sebastian’s throat tightened. "What videos?" "I’ll send them over now." A notification popped up. Sebastian opened the file. The moment the first clip played, his knees nearly buckled. One after another, they flashed across the screen—every intimate moment between him and Luna, in hotels, in his own home, and even in the hospital.

She retorted with a threat of her own, grasping at straws, hoiping to scare them off. “What is she talking about dude? I thought you said she was just some troublemaking slut at your school, who’s this chick?” Tom questioned in uncertainty. “Don’t worry about it, she won’t tell anyone.” Jake ignored the worried expression of his clueless accomplice. Finding a glimmer of hope, Erika speedily announced, “My father is Richard Stevens, if you let me go now I won’t press any charges.” “Shut up!” Jake instantly pounced on her, squeezing her jaws in anger caring less about her painful cries.