Evie Spice Leaked Novels & Stories

I could hear snippets of the news anchors' discussions: "Evie Sinclair, the young lawyer from yesterday's interview, is being linked to the high-profile arrest of Timothy—" "Speculations rise as her interview with Bette on Best Bette goes viral—" "Allegations and insinuations regarding her involvement in the case—" My phone buzzed again and again with messages from friends, family, and acquaintances, all wanting explanations, seeking insight into my role in this unfolding drama. I wanted to sink into the floor, to disappear from the prying eyes and relentless scrutiny.

Levi growled. His mood perked up a little when he looked through his emails on his phone and saw the report from the forensic's team. The blue-haired girl who'd seemed heavily interested in What If during Natalie's game pitch was the leak. She'd overshared way too much during pillow talk with her girlfriend, and it seemed while she was passed out in post-coital bliss, her partner had gone to town on her Chassis laptop. "Damn Adrianne!" Levi grumbled as he closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat. She was a brilliant storyteller and knew way too much about Chassis and all their pipeline plans. By demanding her resignation letter and pressing charges, he'd be shooting himself in the foot.

“A gold digger? That’s rich, Vivienne. If I’m one, what does that make you?” Her little poise gasps like they’re watching reality TV, their hands clapping to their mouths. Vivienne ignores them and moves closer—close enough I can feel the whisper of her breath against my skin. Her voice drops, low and cutting, pausing for a second before breathing down my neck. “I don’t know what games you and Chase Sterling are playing, but I know it was him who leaked Harry’s past to the media.” I falter—I wasn’t expecting that curveball. But I recover, tilting my head, letting smugness coat my tone like honey. “We both know Chase didn’t leak anything, Vivienne. That was you.”

Before I can answer, the elevator to the penthouse pings open behind us. Kevin rushes out, drenched, panting, tie crooked, phone in hand. “Sir—Hailey—don’t get mad but—there’s been another leak.” Hailey gasps. “What?” Kevin swallows hard. “It’s… bigger this time.” Ethan’s voice is pure ice. “How big.” Kevin lifts the phone, screen glowing blue with horror. “Someone leaked a video,” he says. “From inside the company.” Hailey’s face pales.

Meanwhile, the news about Eva dating a senior government official was already going viral. Since the story involved the government, the media didn't dare reveal Owen's face in the photo. Only Eva could be seen clearly. It was a scandal involving bribery and a government official, and it was inevitably leading to more speculation about Eva on the internet. The comments section beneath the story was brutal. "It hasn't been long since Eva was a trending search topic. What a drama queen!" "This woman is really something. Her ex-husband is Blake, her boyfriend is Jayson, and now she's seeing a senior government official."

A moment of weakness, nothing more. I take a step back, trying to compose myself. "We can't do this," I whisper, my voice shaking. "You—" But before I can finish, my phone rings, breaking the tension. I glance at it and see the name flashing on the screen—Damian's head of security. I swipe the screen, bringing it to my ear. "What is it?" "Ms. Hayes," the voice on the other end is urgent, "there’s something you need to know. Evan Reid... he’s just leaked some damaging information about Mr. Cross’s finances. It’s already all over the news."

“What?!” Hailey shouted through the phone, nearly busting Evie's eardrum. “What did you just say?” “Why are you acting so shocked?” Evie enquired, applying lip gloss on her lips, then smacked them together, “It's just sex. It's not like I've never had sex before.” “Evie, what you're trying to do is wrong,” Hailey's voice came through the phone, “This is not the way.” Evie dropped the lip gloss on her table, unplugged her earphones and put her phone on loudspeaker, and then proceeded to straighten out her blonde hair.

Even worse, someone leaked an edited voice note: her telling Quentin she’d “take Alec down from the inside.” The timing was cruel. Just when her truth had landed, the lies came roaring back stronger. She hurled her phone across the room. Alec caught it mid-air. “Who’s doing this?” she asked, her voice raw. “I know where the leak is coming from now. Quentin’s old assistant—Eva. She disappeared three months ago. Off-grid. She’s working with them.” Zara sank into the couch. “What do they want?” Alec sat beside her. “To destroy what we’re building. And maybe… to make me bleed.”

“Marc Evans Released by Westbridge Amid Romance Scandal” “Ostin Heir’s Secret Affair with Coach Exposed—Assault Linked to Hate Crime?” “Vale Under Pressure: Will Ostin Sack Coach Over Conflict?” “League Integrity Probe Deepens: Betting Patterns + Personal Ties = Crisis” He didn’t open any of them. Just stared at the ceiling—cracked plaster, water stain spreading like a bruise that refused to fade—while the notifications kept coming, each buzz a small knife twist. The chain lay cold against his sternum; he hadn’t taken it off since the pier. The small football pendant felt heavier today, like it carried the weight of every leaked photo, every grainy frame of their center-circle kiss, every wh

Two Weeks Later Seraphine should have known something was wrong when Vivienne called an unexpected production meeting. The entire cast gathered on set, confused and worried. “I’ll be direct,” Vivienne said, her usual confidence wavering. “We have a problem. Someone leaked footage from our closed set to the media. Private scenes, behind-the-scenes moments, and—” She looked directly at Seraphine. “Personal conversations that were never meant to be public.” Seraphine’s blood ran cold. “What kind of conversations?”