Erin Gilfoy Leaked Novels & Stories

Leila stopped walking. Read it again. He regrets. Her phone buzzed again. Another alert. Then another. The story was spreading in real time, outlet to outlet, the way things did when someone with inside access decided to talk. Someone had leaked it. Not the pregnancy itself, that was still framed as unconfirmed. But Adrian's knowledge of it. The rights he'd signed away. The regret. Someone inside Blue Moon Pack had just handed the media a story about her child. Leila's hand tightened around the phone.

I opened one of my anonymous gossip channels and attached the images with a cryptic caption: |“A picture is worth a thousand regrets. Dig a little, and you'll find where loyalty ends and where secrets begin.”| A slow grin curled my lips, this would be the leak no PR team could mop up quickly. Just as I hit “Send Later” and set the scheduled post for midnight, the sound of keys turning in the door made my blood freeze. I jolted upright, fumbling to lock the screen. The door creaked open, and there he was — Lyon.

I stood. "And you know what else?" Lila didn't answer. I leaned down, my voice a whisper. "I choose him too" I walked away, leaving Lila sitting there, her face pale, her hands shaking. By the end of the day, the narrative had shifted. Not just on set, but online. A grainy, unauthorized clip from the rehearsal had leaked. My scene. My words. My presence. It spread like wildfire. > "Amara Collins DESTROYS Lila Monroe in First Day of Eclipse Rehearsal!"

She looks almost dreamily at nothing in particular and now I am definitely worried. “GURRRRLLLL! You got it this bad after one day. Don’t get me wrong he is Drop Dead Gorg…. Oh sht! It’s him isn’t it. The one from the park. The one you stare at when he’s walking his dog! Fuck me, I might start running in the mornings if thats the kind of eye candy you get to oggle!” Ally is laughing again and even I can’t stifle my giggle. That’s Ally, a positive force in a negative situation. “Ally!” Liv is now almost purple with embarrassment. “I told you that was a secret!”

Holding back tears, Fely opened her email on her laptop and saw a list of fake accounts that Nina had sent. The phone rings again. "What else, Garry? Aren't you going too far, scolding me so early?" Garry snorted. "I just wanted to warn you. Be careful. My mother is not happy about the many scandals you are involved in." This time Garry hung up the phone without waiting for Fely to answer. Fely's tears rolled down her cheeks as she wrote lines about Lea and Tommy McAidan's relationship, which led to Lea getting a job as an advertising model for Marilyn Diamond and Co.

there was barely any life to the way I sounded. “We have news regarding the leak. We’ve traced down the source and I don’t think the leak is someone you know sir,” My secretary, Tania said to me on the phone. “Go on, give the name.” “Matthew Simons. That was the leak’s name, he leaked the footage anonymously online that got to several blogs to repost and publish about.” Matthew Simons? She was right to think it’s someone I don’t know because I don’t think I’ve ever heard that name before.

I just needed to play this game right, and maybe…maybe he would release me. “I… I’m sorry,” I whispered shakily. “Jeremy shouldn’t have left you. You are the one for him. I’ll leave him, Chris. But please…let me go.” He laughed again, the sound scraping across my nerves. “Oh, I’m not a fool. That video I leaked at your stepdad’s dinner didn’t even separate you two. Then I knew… nothing else could stop it.” My stomach dropped. “You… did that?” “Oh, Teyana,” he said, eyes gleaming. “I’ve done so many things… you’d be horrified for the last ten minutes of your life if you knew.”

Throughout dinner, Nyla wanted to ask about the investigation into the data leak, but Damon seemed focused on his meal, leaving her no opening to bring it up. It wasn't until Damon set down his cutlery that she finally asked, "So, what did you find out about the data leak?" Seeing her anxious expression, Damon guessed she'd been holding this question in for a while. His tone turned serious. "We discovered that Gabriel was in contact with Robert Palfrey from Contelligence. Based on their conversations, it's clear he's the one who leaked the data." Nyla pressed her lips together, showing no excitement despite learning the identity of the culprit.

“I paid handsomely to keep this quiet. How did it leak?!” The staffer swallowed and glanced at his laptop. “Look, sir. Your name is already trending. Several gossip accounts are circulating it.” Adrian strode to the screen, his heart almost stopping when he saw the clip: a short cut of him leaving the hotel room with Leviana, his face clear in the corridor camera. “This is manipulation!” Adrian snarled, clutching his hair. “I never—” His phone rang sharply. Deviana’s name flashed on the screen. Adrian’s chest dropped.

We hung up and I kept cleaning scrubbing the floor where we had fucked on the grass earlier. The whole day replayed in my head from Clara yelling at me in lecture to the club rejection to the break in to the raw revenge sex where I took control. I sat down with the phone again reviewing the evidence. The damning parts where he confessed her controlling behavior and sexual frustrations played clear. “This could ruin her marriage if I leak it right.” But I felt conflicted too. The thrill of the revenge made me feel alive and empowered but the weight pressed on my chest. What if it backfired and she found out I fucked her husband twice? My pussy still throbbed at the thought even as worry gnawe