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very interesting one.”The clip ended.Adrian looked uneasy.“That interview is spreading quickly.”Seraphina turned toward Lysander.“He is playing with us.”“Yes.”Lysander’s voice had grown colder.“He is.”Adrian hesitated.“There is something else.”“What.”“Someone leaked a photograph online.”Seraphina felt her heart skip.“Of who.”Adrian tapped the screen again.The image appeared instantly.It showed Seraphina leaving the penthouse building earlier that week with Lucian walking beside her.The boy’s face was clearly visible.Seraphina’s breath caught.“No.”The photograph had already been shared thousands of times.Headlines were forming beneath it.THE HEIR OF VIRELL HOLDINGS.A FOUR YEAR OLD AT THE CEN

"I didn't know this version." Lucien finally lowered the paper. His eyes were dark, searching mine. Before he could speak, the doors swung open. Julianne walked in, her face pale, clutching a tablet. "Lucien, you need to see this," she stammered. "It’s not Silas. It’s the press. Someone leaked the hospital footage from last night."

The bubble officially bursts the moment we land. Seventeen missed calls. Thirty-two texts. All in the three hours we were in the air. Marcus: *Call me immediately. Situation with Ethan escalating.* Lena: *Someone leaked photos to a gossip blog. You and Lucian in Miami. Beach walk. Hotel balcony. It’s everywhere.* Sophia: *DO NOT LOOK AT SOCIAL MEDIA. Call me first.* Julian: *Ethan made his move. Brace yourself.* “What is it?” Lucian asks. I show him my phone.

Somehow, in his eyes, that had become proof that I had been leaking corporate secrets. As the accusations flooded the group chat like endless waves, I spoke up once more. "For the very, very last time, I did not leak corporate secrets!" Samuel immediately tagged me in the chat and dropped a screenshot, showing the pricing for a new product launch from Declan's company. "Holy crap. Am I seeing this right? Their product is the same type as ours, and their price is only a cent lower than ours!" I froze instantly. I stared at the screenshot he posted over and over again, checking every detail carefully.

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.

A female reporter speaks quickly. “Billionaire CEO Percy has reportedly reunited with his new lover Lyssa after her shocking hospital admission earlier this morning. Anonymous sources claim the incident may involve someone connected to Percy’s past relationship history—” “Oh my God,” Anita mutters. More reporters appear outside the hospital on the screen. Camera flashes everywhere. Crowds gathering. Security trying to block entrances. My jaw clenches immediately. Someone leaked everything. Again. Lyssa notices my expression. “Percy…” I already know who leaked it. Claire.

That she would disappear, and it would be better for both of us. But she hadn’t disappeared. She’d become bigger than I. And now the world knew. I opened another browser tab. Search: Emerald Hugo child. Hundreds of posts. Photos zoomed in on the boy’s face. Speculation. Side-by-side comparisons with old photos of me as a child. Someone even photoshopped an image of me holding a toddler and captioned it “You dropped this, king.” I laughed bitterly. It didn’t reach my eyes. I scrolled farther and found something worse: videos. One clip showed Vanessa—Emerald—being pushed by Vivian years ago at the Michaelson estate gates. The footage had leaked. Her legs bloodied. The way she was dragged out b

The truce in the hospital room had been fragile, a piece of spun sugar in a thunderstorm. Now, three days later, it was dissolving. Liam Cross stood in the foyer of the AVA penthouse. He had been discharged that morning, his shoulder still heavily bandaged, his arm in a sling. He had come straight here. He wasn't here for a "family meeting." He was here because the world outside was burning. The "Secret Heir" scandal had mutated. Vanessa Leigh, from her cell, had managed one final, desperate strike. She hadn't leaked the "breakdown" records—Liam had blocked that—but she had leaked something else.

My voice trembled as I spoke directly into the camera. “My name is Lila Harper. The video that was leaked is real. But it is not what Derek Voss wants you to believe. Lucian Kane did not force me. He did not coerce me. I chose him. I love him. What we shared was consensual, passionate, and real. Derek Voss is using illegal surveillance and blackmail to destroy us because Lucian refused to give him what he wanted in a business deal.” I paused, tears falling freely. “To Voss’s men watching this: I will not denounce the man I love. I will not lie. If you hurt my mother, you will answer to Lucian Kane and every resource he has left. He is alive. He is fighting. And he will come for you.”

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