Ivy Harper Leak 소설 & 이야기

I fully expect him to fire Evan on the spot and scream at me for breaching the world's strictest non-disclosure agreement. A flicker of raw, unadulterated anger rushes across Cade's handsome face. But surprisingly, it’s fleeting. He stares at me, truly looking at my pale, exhausted face. He takes a deep breath, his jaw ticking, and miraculously takes a physical step back, giving us space. Evan, brave but perhaps slightly foolish, takes this tiny window of calm to explain further. “Harper wasn’t feeling well this morning, and she passed out. I put the pieces together and figured it out on my own,” Evan says nervously, rubbing his bruised shoulder. “She only confirmed it.”

"We need to talk. Now." My stomach dropped. "What's wrong? Did something happen to Braham?" "No, it's not..." She hesitated, then held out the laptop. "It's you. You're everywhere." She pulled me into the living room and set the laptop on the coffee table. Within seconds, the screen was filled with headlines, photos, and videos I hadn't authorized. "MILLIE-ROSE HARVEY: FROM EXPLOITATION TO VINDICATION" "FROM VICTIM TO VINDICTIVE? Harvey Family Drama Explodes"

Call immediately. I waited until Ivan was settled in the living room with his coloring books before returning the urgent call. “What did you discover?” “The death certificate for your wife was filed by Dr. Frederick Harper, chief of trauma surgery at Saint Mary’s Private Hospital, but here’s the interesting part—Harper is also the heir to Harper Medical Group and has been photographed with the Veyrons many times.” The phone nearly slipped from my trembling hands. The connections run deep, then. This wasn’t a coincidence or random rescue.

Haley ducked into her room and flopped down in the arm chair before looking at the screen. Ivy sat in a halo of sunshine holding a wineglass. Her eyes were wide as she said, "What the fuck, Hales?" "You're the first person I've told, so go easy on me." Haley pulled her feet up, sitting cross legged. "Where the hell are you? No, don't answer. I know. You can't tell me." Ivy glanced to the side, then at the camera. "You can't tell anyone." "Lips. Sealed."

Five years of building something real from nothing in a town that had given me and Eli exactly the life we needed. Sources close to the Wray family. His world had followed him here and stood outside my door with a camera and called me calculating in eight paragraphs and put my son's photograph on the internet without asking and none of it — not one sentence of it — was going to stand without a response. I picked up my phone. I did not call Talia. I scrolled to Cyrus. I pressed call. It rang once. He answered before the second ring was finished. "I've seen it," he said. Before I could speak. "Ivy. I know who leaked it and I'm already—"

"Hey, Leonardo, I think you might need to see this," Ivy announced with a sense of urgency as she crossed the room to where Leonardo was seated in his home office in Clasold City. Lifting his gaze to match hers, his curiosity piqued and he questioned. "Why? What is it about?" Ivy halted at his desk, handing him the phone as she added. "It's about Hayley. She’s going viral on the Internet, and there are some disturbing rumors going around..."

"I don't expect you to trust me, Ivy. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right. I have a bit of proof of Irene's manipulation, and I'm willing to expose her." Ivy's brow furrowed as she turned, intrigued. "What kind of proof?" Kate pulled out her phone from her bag. "I have a few recordings of my conversations with Irene, revealing her plans to sabotage you. But it won't be enough," she said as her gaze began to drift, as if gathering courage. "There is this guy, a friend of Dave; he is a hacker. He is the one who leaked the video, spreading it like wildfire, so even if the online platform takes it down, it keeps re-uploading."

The man looked out of it. His head was handing down between his shoulders, and his hair was died with his own blood. Even standing a few feet away from him, I could smell the foul metallic scent of his blood. Harvey, Dante's person man, found out that the informations about our last shipment that was stolen by the Viper's were leaked by our distributor. He wasn't that hard to find. Julio was desperate to get his job back, and he didn't assume that we would find out about what he did, which was why he walked in to Dante's house with his own two feet.

Aunt Harper starts, but Ivy cuts through her so sharply it almost feels physical. “I don’t want any excuses… I don’t want to be placated,” she growls, her voice tinged with both anger and fear. “I want to know where my daughter is and I want to know what the fuck happened when she was perfectly fine the last time I spoke to her this afternoon.” “There was an incident at the party,” Dad says. “An incident?” she repeats, her eyes cutting to me. “Is that her blood?” I open my mouth to answer, but nothing comes out, so I close it again. I don’t even need to say anything. The look in her eyes—the way they fill with tears, the way something inside her breaks—tells me she already knows.

I pulled it out from my purse and clicked on the link which took me straight to one popular blogger's page. Something was written below an attached reel video. 'THE LEAKED S*X VIDEO OF HARPER JENKINS AND LOGAN WINSTON.' My head spun around and my heart raced nervously as I pulled my phone toward my face, zooming the write-up to be sure of what I just read. This is not impossible. Inching my trembling finger forward, I fearfully clicked on the video and immediately the face of Harper, my step-sister, and Logan came into view.