Evie Spice Leaked Novels & Stories

He simply sent Rowan off with a single command. “Trace the digital upload. Now.” Fifteen minutes later, Rowan returned. “I found it. The leak came from a burner account—but the IP traces back to an address registered under Selena Vale.” Elias’s fingers drummed once against the armrest. “Selena Vale.” “Yes, sir.” “The stepmother of the competitor.” “Yes.” “And the daughter?” Rowan swallowed. “Lucinda. She’s… been pushing gossip anonymously on multiple platforms.” Elias leaned back, expression unreadable.

” Evie cut in before Bruno could reply. “Don't you think you should have this discussion without me? What if I spill the beans?” Evie asked, widening her eyes. Leah and Bruno glared at her. “Hehehe don't mind me. Instead of spilling the beans, I would prefer to watch the show, I mean it would be interesting seeing you guys drag over people you could never have.” Evie said as she laughed.

And beneath that there were blurred company watermarks, partial documents, and insider testimonies all splashed across web pages and social media. The leak was vague, but far more detailed than the previous. And even though nothing had been fully proven yet, what had emerged was enough to cause a nationwide uproar. And indeed it was already doing that. Grandmother Hayes had been in the conservatory when Emmet came rushing in with the info. She had not needed more than three glances at the screen before her cup slipped and shattered on the tiled floor. Now, barely an hour later, she was pacing the drawing room, holding onto her own tablet one moment and pulling it forward in the next one, try

It was a scandal that had even trended online, with many people expressing sympathy for the fallen company. The reason? Marion had handed the company’s product launch plans to a competitor. As if on cue, the former CEO of that very company, Mr. Evans, stepped forward into the livestream. He looked as though he’d aged decades since the takeover that had crushed his life’s work. For him, the collapse had been personal, a betrayal he could never forget. Now, he was face-to-face with the one responsible. I nodded to Joanna, who shut down the livestream temporarily to display the files Marion had leaked.

Chapter Fifty-Five: The Final Blow The next morning arrived with a storm, both outside and in the media. Aaron had done exactly as promised. The recording was leaked. Not just to the press— But to every major outlet. News headlines were already spreading like wildfire: “EXPOSED: Chloe Kingston Caught Manipulating Evidence and Fabricating Custody Allegations.” “Chloe Kingston’s Private Investigator Confirms: Custody Case Based on Lies.” Sofia sat frozen in front of the television, watching the scandal unfold.

A squeal left Evie's lips, excitement bubbling. She couldn't wait!

Then he continued again. Hestia listened carefully, noting of the words of the male rookie undercover spy, nopting of the words that have more pressure to it, and more emphasis as to how Albert says them. Then, Hestia interjects to share her stories to her spy partner. “If we are going to talk about that, then I heard from Excami that some ‘teachers’ were also planning to bring ‘dishes’ from their own origin. Like Sir Yashi will bring some ‘Japanese Curry’ and Mam Ricci will bring some ‘Bibingka’ as their part.” Hestia then began telling her side of the story, of all the things that she had heard from the students around her. The two rookie undercover spies talked for an hour or so before ca

“Knew what?” There was a beat of silence. Then Landon whispered it. “He uncovered everything.” A cold slid through me. “Explain.” “He found the archives. The recordings. The accounts. The mayor’s private drives. He’s—he’s leaked them.” The car seemed to shrink around me. “What exactly did he leak?” I asked quietly. “The videos,” Landon croaked. “All of them. The girls. The meetings. The transfers. It’s everywhere. Social media. Private groups. It’s spreading.” My pulse did not spike.

Beneath the headline was a crystal-clear, high-definition photograph from the dance floor. The article below was from a prominent British newspaper. It explicitly named ‘Prince Alaric’ and ‘Evelyn Rowe,’ painting the entire scene as a dirty, underworld royal scandal. “Who leaked this?” I roared, slamming my fist onto the desk so hard the tablet rattled. “My security is ironclad, Marco! How the fuck did a British tabloid get a camera into my VIP section?” “We’re pulling the logs right now, Don,” Marco said quickly, his jaw tight. “But the damage is done. The press is already converging on the city. They’re calling it a public threesome. If the commission sees you tangled up with foreign royal

Vivienne was in the garden when they found her, pruning roses like she hadn't just orchestrated a media disaster. "We need to talk," Alex said. She didn't look up. "I heard about the cameras. Unfortunate." "Unfortunate?" Izzy stepped forward. "You leaked that footage." Vivienne finally turned, scissors still in hand. "That's a serious accusation." "You're the only one who benefits from making us look like frauds," Izzy said.