Novel & Cerita Imogen Lucie Leaked Of

"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."

“Did you hear? Roxanne’s brother just got caught overdosing.” “I can't believe it, first she steals, and now her brother's a druggie?” My head snaps toward Lucien immediately. He sits at his table in the elite cafe,his form perfectly calm, as he scrolls away on his phone like the king of the school he is, like this barely suprises him, and I knew; He leaked the news. I catch a picture of Roxanne on the blog. Roxanne’s face is pale, and her hands are trembling as she stares at her phone in shock.

The aura radiating off Lucian made Chloe instinctively take a step back in fear. "Lu... Lucian?" Called Chloe with a shaky voice. "I know it's you Chloe" Lucian murmured, leaning in close. "You were the person who leaked the video through a private server" At this, chloe’s face drained of all colors. Instinctively she backed away almost stumbling to the ground. "I... I don't know what you're talking about. Why would you think that?" "Enough!" The glass in Lucian's hand was smashed to the ground with a brutal force that made it's pieces to shatter to the ground.

No, this wasn’t— The photo was unmistakable. Lucy. Wearing barely anything—soaked, startled, vulnerable. Her red underwear was torn at the waistband, her skin damp, her arms crossed in a desperate attempt to cover herself. And then another photo—this time, she was in the spring, water clinging to her body, her expression twisted in what looked like pain and humiliation. The caption? “Royal breeder or Royal Disgrace? Alpha Ellison’s consort caught flaunting herself behind palace walls.”

I snapped. “Kessie, if you were just Lena Monroe, it would have been different, you are Kessie Croft, you are the heiress of a powerful family, do you have any idea what that means?” Lucan frowned. I sank to a chair, burying my face in my hands. “We need to get that video removed from every platform immediately,” Lucan said. “If we don’t stop that video, we would lose everything…everything.” The door flung open and some people walked in, trailing behind them was Megan.

"Inside Sources: The Truth About Maya's Relationship Games" Each headline felt like a punch to the stomach. My phone buzzed constantly with interview requests, social media mentions, and messages from strangers who felt entitled to share their opinions about my personal life. Quinn burst into my dorm room without knocking, her laptop clutched against her chest. "Maya, you need to see this," she said, her face pale. "More headlines? I can't. I just can't look at it anymore." "No, this is different." She set her laptop on my desk and pulled up a video. "Someone leaked security footage from the library attack."

He put down the phone and sat beside her. "Is that a good book?" he asked lightly. Emma looked at him. He colored when he realized that she was reading a magazine. It was a copy of a popular magazine that covered the scandalous lives of celebrities and their ilk. "Kieran and Imogen made it here." "Really?" he asked eagerly. "They covered the extravagant wedding of Henry and Catherine. Of course, they'd include the guest list," she answered in her trademark deadpan tone. The dark-haired woman allowed him to grab the magazine and watched him flip the pages excitedly.

“Austin… this is damning. But are you sure? If this leaks” Austin cut him off, his voice like a knife slicing silk. “It won’t leak. Until I want it to.” Silence. Heavy. Thick with the awareness that Austin was tightening a noose around Greg’s neck — and the board was watching him do it. ..✿.. Meanwhile, Lucy sat in the DiMarco penthouse, curled up on the sofa, scrolling through her phone. Her name. Her face. Splashed across gossip blogs and tabloids. “Gold-digger fiancée.”

A pause settled between them—charged, unspoken. Lucien finally said, “When this is over…” “We’ll talk then,” she interrupted softly. Because if they spoke of after, they might lose focus on now. And now demanded everything. The following morning, the mask finally cracked. A leaked document surfaced—Pegasus internal correspondence, timestamped and damning. Not released by Blackwood Group. Not by Seraphina. By someone inside Pegasus. The internet caught fire. Analysts reversed course. Regulators demanded explanations. And one name surfaced repeatedly in the threads—

Caleb plopped on the sofa nearby, his eyes filled with interest and curiosity. Lucas walked over and opened the zipper of his bag and brought out three photos. He then place them on my desk, hurling them forward toward me. Caleb immediately stood up and walked over and the same with Bronson. “What's going on?" They both asked in unison. “The man that took the picture of sir Logan and Miss Victoria and leaked them on the internet," Lucas answered instead and their eyes bulged out in surprise. They knew about what happened then. The news was everywhere.