Gracie Parker Leaked Novels & Stories

Jamie looked at them and then at me, quickly bringing out her phone. "Daughter of Jamie Sinclair, Doris Rodriguez's threesome sex video leaked." I read out loud, my eyes never leaving Jamie's eyes. Jamie's leg wobbled as she quickly found herself a seat, her eyes glued to the screen before letting out a loud scream. "What the fuckkkkkk"

“THE WHISTLEBLOWER!” Grayson came in behind me, still half asleep, hair messy. “What now?” I took the tablet and read the headline. My stomach dropped. I looked up slowly. “That’s everything.” Marcus nodded, serious. “Emails. Financial records. Offshore accounts. It’s huge.” Hanna leaned in closer. “Who leaked it?” Marcus shook his head. “No name yet.” Jamie whispered like it was a movie. “Secret hero.” Grayson crossed his arms. “Or someone with their own agenda.”

Then, I cleared my throat and said, "Aunt Laura, since you're so eager for everyone to know the truth, let me help you out." The next second, Patrick's venomous voice blared from the speaker. "Transfer one to Kelsey as compensation for emotional distress and another one to me as payment for cleaning up Jillian's mess. One tap, and your dirty little secret will be blasted straight into our neighborhood group chat and your hospital's work chat!" Right after that came Kelvin's guttural roar and his confession to being a con artist on the run. The moment the recordings played, the neighbors who had been looking at Aunt Laura with sympathy instantly changed their expression.

“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.

Darcy arrived just in time as she was being raped, luckily before she was tainted but the reporters who were tipped off earlier still got the shots they needed for the juicy scoop. Newspapers celebrated the lustful actions of the general manager, Grace Kingsley who wouldn’t hesitate to stoop to any level to get contracts. Her vulgar photos were splashed all over the net with unpleasant titles. Even though Adam and the rest personally visited her at Darcy’s bequest to reassure her that they didn’t care about what others thought, Grace couldn’t overcome the mental barrier.

“I'll be in D.C tonight.” She paused. “Also, we've found the person who leaked the information about your engagement.” The world around fell silent for a moment. My fingers tightened around the phone. “Who?” “The head of Port Harcourt Sanitation Department.” She paused again. “Grace.”

Grace, with her tablet in hand, whispered to a junior staff member, coordinating damage control efforts. But Bella—Bella sat quietly at the far end of the room, her gaze flickering between Adrian and the others. The fight they’d had the night before still weighed heavily on her, but as soon as she’d seen the news, all her anger and doubts had taken a back seat. Right now, Adrian needed her, whether he admitted it or not. “Who leaked this?” Adrian’s voice cut through the room, sharp and commanding. Grace glanced up. “We’re still investigating. It could’ve been someone from within the company—or Monica herself.”

Not only that, but she had also leaked the company's resources to someone else and demanded a cut of the billionaire president's assets. There was even a photo of her meeting the Darai business partner, taken at an angle that made it look like they were kissing. There were many comments below the article, all from Grace's haters. "Shameless! How can a cheater like her ask for a piece of his fortune?" "I heard that the president is actually Benjamin Hawkins of Hawkins Group. That cheating secretary is Grace Lewis!" "I knew that bitch was a schemer. Roast her, girls!" "That backstabbing idiot! He's playing dirty right after the divorce!" Emily said through gritted teeth.

She answered, listened, and her face went pale. "When?" she asked. "Are you sure?" She looked at me, mouthed something I couldn't read. "Okay. Thank you for letting me know." She hung up and I knew immediately something was wrong. "What happened?" Naomi took a breath. "That was my contact at the Times. Someone leaked the story early. It's already online. Grace, it's everywhere. And Carter knows."

Serena’s POV I tap my pen against the edge of the conference table, staring at the open file in front of me. My head’s buzzing, not from caffeine—I haven’t had nearly enough of that today—but from the words staring back at me in black and white. “Are you sure about this?” I ask Grace, my PR director, who’s seated across from me. She nods, her expression grim. “The IP address used for the leak traces back to Stevie Malone’s apartment. It’s not definitive, but it’s a strong lead.”