Imogen Lucie Leaked Of Novels & Stories

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."

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

"Like I said, you can't figure some people out. So. What's happening with Savannah? Did you spill the beans to hubby yet?" Liz was the only other person she had confided in about the art show. "I'm telling you." She sighed. "Wouldn't you know the letter would arrive on a day I'm working? Why they insist on sending snail mail, I'll never know. Anyway, Killian got it, and now he's all over me about it." Liz giggled. "I wouldn't mind having that man all over me." "Hands off, girl." Lexie nudged her with an elbow, but she was smiling. "That one's all mine."

Like he’s trying to tell me it’s such a big coincidence that the night I block him, then photos of me gets leaked? I don't even spare a moment. I block him again and delete his number. Then I throw my phone and bury my face in my pillows, sobbing But it's too late. It's already out there and i’ve already seen the comments. And right now? All I can do is feel pathetic in my big body. I spend the entire morning on the edge of the bed, crying silently. By noon, my eyes are are swollen and hollow. Lucien and Celeste arrive together.

he tosses his phone toward me, and it lands on the floor by my knee. I turn my face away. “No, Chase. It’s over. Just… leave me alone.” “Don’t be stubborn, Ivy. Look.” He insists, taking a step towards me. I hesitate, then reach for the phone with one hand, rubbing at my eyes with the fabric of the dress in the other. The screen comes into focus slowly through the blur of tears, and t headline makes my heart skip: HOUSE OF VALEMONT FINANCIAL RECORDS, CONFIDENTIAL DESIGNS, AND PRIVATE EMAILS LEAKED TO THE PUBLIC.

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.