Novel & Cerita Imogen Lucie Leaked Of

She might just cut my dick off after I promised I wouldn’t do anything with the footage and the whole damn country has seen it by now. Fuck my life. “Ace?” I whirl around to see Paetyn standing in the archway to the living room. Her hands are wrapped around her waist, and my T-shirt from last night hangs from her slim frame. “Are you okay?” I clear my throat and nod. “Yeah.” I really shouldn’t be lying to her, especially not about this. “I mean, no, I’m not. I, uh… just saw on the news that the video footage of Liam I have was leaked to the media.” I step around the couch to stop in front of her. “But I don’t know how it got leaked from my computer, I swear. I was going to delete it today.”

"Julian is resting. Silas, what’s happening in Lagos? Why are you looking at the horizon like the world is ending?" Silas didn't answer. He turned the tablet toward me. [BREAKING NEWS: THE DE LUCA LEGACY FRAUD – LEAKED FILES SUGGEST PROTAGONIST 'LEO' IS NOT THE BIOLOGICAL HEIR] My heart plummeted into my stomach. "Isabella... she did it. She leaked the files."

Even if she said it, Henry won't clarify, and it'll just embarrass her. Seeing her reluctance, Henry didn't press further. "If you don't want to talk about it, that's okay. Get back to work and try to avoid social media for a while." "Okay." Gabriella nodded and turned to leave. As she reached the door, Henry called out, "By the way, we found out Imogen was behind the recent news leak. How do you want to handle this?"

"Fuck off! Listen up—whatever we had ends today! It's because of you that Bella found out about this. You're the reason she left me! "I warned you from the start that my bottom line was that she could never find out, yet you went ahead and flaunted it everywhere. Don't you know that I can't lose her? Don't you dare show up in front of me again, and don't even think about getting another cent out of me!" Evelyn's eyes filled with tears from the pain, but she still clung to his shirt, trying to milk his sympathy with her display of fragility. "I was just documenting my life. I didn't know she would see my account. This was all just a coincidence!"

"From the beginning. Before the brand. Before the butterfly campaigns and the magazine covers and whatever mythology she's built around herself. I want the years she doesn't talk about." "The leak tonight already…" "The leak is noise." His voice cut clean. "Someone wanted it public. That means it was selected. Edited. I don't want what someone chose to release. I want what they chose to keep." Silence on the line. Then Loyd, careful: "That level of access will require—" "I don't care what it requires." Lucian's gaze moved to the window. "I want it on my desk before the city wakes up." He ended the call.

“Annabelle… once this starts, there’s no going back.” I meet his gaze. “She didn’t give me a choice when she tried to destroy my life, to destroy my mother before her death.” Ronan reaches for my hand under the table, squeezing it once. “I’ve got you,” he says quietly. “No matter what.” And I believe him. The anonymous leak goes out at 2:17 p.m and it comes out clean and precise. By 3:00 p.m., Victoria Blackthorne’s name is trending—not for scandal, but for questions.

The leak didn’t come as a headline. It arrived as a screenshot. A cropped image, shared quietly in private circles first group chats, DMs, the places where curiosity pretended to be discretion. By the time it surfaced publicly, it had already been interpreted. Not damning. Not illegal. Personal. Elena called before dawn. “It’s out.” “I know,” I replied. “How?” she asked. “Because this is how he operates,” I said. “He doesn’t burn. He stains.”

He took out his phone and held the screen in front of her. On the screen was a screenshot of a cross-border transfer. The recipient was Charmaine Quinn, and the amount was 100 million. He swiped again. In the photo, Charmaine was dressed glamorously and surrounded by luxury, which was a far cry from her tearful claims of starving abroad. Charmaine's face turned deathly pale. She tried to snatch the phone away but failed. She has no idea where Leon found these things, let alone who was trying to harm her by projecting the surveillance video that served as the trigger onto the big screen.

"It’s a targeted strike. Your name is being dragged through the dirt while Blackwell is being painted as a grieving victim. Who hates you enough to burn your life down?" "Sienna Okafor," I whispered. "It has to be her. But I’m with you now—why would she care?" Before he could answer, my phone shrieked with an unknown caller. I answered, only to hear a distorted voice scream, "You shameless bitch! How dare you betray an Alpha like Ronan! You should just go into the woods and die!" Lucien reached over and snatched the phone from my hand, ending the call and sliding the SIM card out in one fluid motion. "Your personal data was leaked along with the story. Every stray with a grudge has your numb

“You know damn well I will never make you a promise that I can't keep.” The sincerity in his eyes makes me crumble. I stop fighting, stop pretending to be strong, and cry harder. He lifts me into his arms and carries me into the house straight to the bedroom. My phone vibrates as soon as I touch the bed and I scramble to my bag to pick it up. Murphy and Celia's faces appear on the other side of the screen. “We saw the headlines. What happened?” “Are you okay?” Celia asks. Adrian answers for me. “Someone leaked everything.”