Imogen Lucie Leaked Of นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I drop my bag in my old bedroom and stare at faded posters from a girl who believed in forever. That girl was naive. I plug my phone in but leave it dark. Until 2:47 PM. I can’t resist anymore. The screen explodes. 73 missed calls. 156 texts. 847 notifications. My stomach drops. Emma:EMERGENCY. Your award speech leaked. They’re saying you didn’t write it. Scandal everywhere. CALL ME. My fingers shake as I open T*****r. SeraphinaKingsleyFraud— trending 1 worldwide. NepotismQueen— trending 3.

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. "That's impossible!"

They’d seen everything. The bedroom door opened, and Calder and Lucian walked in, freshly showered and wearing casual clothes. “What the fuck happened?” Calder demanded, moving toward us quickly. Aiden didn’t let me go. “I didn’t get to read everything but it seems someone must have leaked some photos from this morning. It’s causing Janice to have a panic attack.” Lucian’s jaw tightened. “Let me see.” Aiden handed my phone over without hesitation. Lucian scrolled through the article and comments, his expression growing colder with every second. I didn’t need him to read any of the comments out loud for me to know what was there.

"My phone is exploding. The New York Post, Bloomberg, Vogue... Vennessa, they leaked the entire thing. Page fourteen is trending number one globally on T*****r." ​Vennessa sank into the cushions, pulling her knees to her chest as a fresh wave of exhaustion threatened to pull her under. "It was Claire," she whispered, her voice cracked and hollow. "Claire found out, or she helped someone leak it. But Lily... that's not even the worst part." ​"What could possibly be worse than the entire world knowing your marriage is a five-million-dollar PR stunt?" Lily asked, sitting down beside her and handing her the warm mug of tea.

The line went dead. I stared at the phone, the weight of his words pressing down on me like a physical weight, and I felt the tears threatening to spill over again as I looked up at Lucy with hollow eyes. "He's going to terminate the contract. Everything I've worked for…everything I've built, it's all going to disappear." Lucy's expression hardened, and she stepped closer, her voice dropping to a low, urgent whisper. "This story didn't spread naturally. Someone deliberately leaked those photos. Someone pushed this narrative to the press."

“It’s Emily.” She answered, putting the call on speaker. “Claire, you won’t believe this. Mirabel is trending.” Emily’s voice was frantic, almost breathless. “What?” Claire frowned. “Someone leaked everything,” Emily continued. “Her real name, her date of birth, where she works, her entire history—it’s all over the internet. People are tearing her apart.” I exchanged a glance with Claire, who looked as stunned as I felt. “It wasn’t us,” I said quickly. “The files are still here.”

“This… this isn’t just about us. It’s about your family name. Your mother.” Lucien crouched beside her, taking her hands. “This is exactly what she wants — to fracture us from the inside, to make us doubt each other and panic in front of the world.” But just then, Alicia entered, holding her tablet with the story pulled up. Her face was tight with fury — but also… fear. “She didn’t just leak your files,” Alicia said, tossing the tablet on the table. “She leaked mine.” Lucien stood. “What are you talking about?”

Laura broke the news. Rachel was all heartbroken but she plucked some courage and asked them both for proof. Valerie took out the photos from her purse which showed Leo and her in some uncompromising positions. After seeing the photos, Rachel just left their house sobbing. She was at her wits' end, not knowing what was wrong with Leo and why he crushed her trust for money.

WHAT ELSE COULD HE BE HIDING? Under it were photos of documents, old records of his original birth certificate and dozens of comments. Just as Susan had wanted. Ava was still. “What…what is this?” She whispered. Caroline bit her lip. “It's everywhere. T*****r, business tabloids, news blogs and I*******m. Someone leaked this. He's an imposter.” Her mind raced. This wasn't a mistake. It was deliberate. Intentional. But who could it be?