Novel & Cerita Imogen Lucie Leaked Of

I can't let Ryder destroy himself for me. "No." The word comes out stronger than I feel. "No, this is wrong." "Evie," Ryder's voice is a warning. His eyes find mine across the table, pleading. "Don't." "You want to know who really leaked that footage?" I stand up, my chair scraping against the floor like nails on a chalkboard. "You want to know who had access to those security cameras?" "Evie, please," my mother breathes. "I released the footage." The words tumble out like a dam breaking. "I leaked the CCTV clip of what they did to Liliana."

And on a filtered call recording, Celeste’s voice confirmed it: “Lucien’s waited long enough. Damon won’t see it coming”. Juliette’s stomach dropped. Lucien hadn’t just resurfaced. He was helping Celeste. She dialed. “Lucien”, she said when he picked up. “We need to talk”. ----------------------------------------- Elsewhere… In a corridor lit only by flickering sconces, Celeste stood draped in crimson, wine glass in hand. Cara, her assistant, whispered: “The leak hit every major outlet. International coverage. Trending globally”.

Caroline continued with more venom in her words as she spoke. My throat went dry and I blinked away my teary eyes. "What are you talking about, Caroline?" She shook her head in disgust. "Did you not all the emails that leaked? It's all the emails you and Lucian sent to each other while he was still married to Ales." She said. What emails? Lucian and I never emailed each other at all. Never once. I swallowed past the rock in my throat. "Where did you see these emails from?" "They're everywhere! Just search it up and it's the first thing you'll find."

But even with the win, Elara didn’t celebrate. Because something inside her said this isn’t over. That morning, she entered the war room and immediately sensed it. Marcus wouldn’t meet her eyes. Splice was unusually quiet. Only Damien acknowledged her with his usual nod, but it was stiff. “Tell me,” she said. Splice cleared her throat and tapped a few keys. “Someone leaked our internal footage to the press. Specifically, the part where we discussed timing the exposé to interrupt Halser’s speech.” Elara froze. “Who?”

My chest tightened, but the silence gave no answers. Then my phone rang, startling me. Lucas. “Hey, girl—” “Lucas, it’s late. Why are you calling me now?” “I just landed in New York. And… you’re trending.” “What?” “Check the news.” I ended the call in a rush and pulled up the headlines. IDENTITY OF SECRET MODEL EXPOSED: OLIVIA LANCASTER REVEALED AS THE FACE BEHIND THE MASKED MODEL. My breath caught. My pulse thundered in my ears as I scrolled down. Photos everywhere—backstage shots, private fittings, moments I didn’t even know were captured. Someone had leaked everything.

His phone was face-up on the desk, and on the screen, paused mid-frame, was the video—my video, the one Serena had leaked. I froze and stumbled slightly, and Lucien looked up immediately. “Selena?” Shame burned through me like fire, and I felt my face heat up as humiliation crashed over me in waves. He’d seen it—the Alpha had seen me like that, naked and vulnerable and touching myself. “I…” I couldn’t form words, couldn’t look at him. Lucien stood up and walked around his desk. “Selena, it’s alright.” “No, it’s not,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “You saw… you know about…”

But without makeup, she looked pure and innocent like the girl he had grew up with. After shaking his head for a moment, he said, "The post on the internet, you were right, it was Carla who leaked the news. I don't know why she would target you like this, but I hope you let this slide, I apologize to you on her behalf." Aurora did not comment or glance at Lucien. Lucien continued, "I can also make it up to you, you can say anything you want." Aurora raised her eyebrows slightly, "Really? Anything?”

“She also shouldn’t be publicly destroyed during a threatened miscarriage.” Lucas moved closer to the bed again carefully. Then lowered his voice. “I’m taking you somewhere nobody can reach you.” Before I could answer, the television mounted near the hospital wall suddenly flashed bright red. Breaking News. Everybody turned instantly. The screen lit up the dim room with harsh light. Across every screen… was the leaked photo of Camilla kissing me from months ago. The image filled the television, clear and undeniable.

Lucian passed out on the Paris hotel bed, with Vanessa standing over him in a silk robe. "We are breaking into our regular broadcast with a massive, unprecedented scandal hitting the global markets this morning," the news anchor announced, her voice dripping with sensationalist excitement. "Just three weeks after his lavish Mediterranean wedding to Vance Design CEO Zara Vance, leaked documents have surfaced exposing a dark double life for billionaire Lucian Sterling." The screen violently flashed to a new graphic. It was a close-up of the medical DNA results.

My hands were trembling so badly they nearly slipped. Finally, the lock clicked. I shoved the door open and slipped inside, slamming it shut behind me. My back hit the wood as I slid down, my breathing ragged. “Elena?” Lily’s voice. What’s wrong?” She rushed toward me and crouched down. My chest heaved as tears spilled with no control. “L-Lily, they…people… the whole university… someone leaked the pictures.” She froze. “What pictures?” “Me and Aiden,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “They’re everywhere.