Jana James Leaks Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was from Aiden, she adjusted herself by the edge of the bed before she answered, “Yes??” “There’s a bit of a situation at the office.” He sounded urgent. She shot up to her feet, “What is it??” “A data leak, Gia. Someone leaked the news of our new project and now the investors are backing out.” He said. Gianna gasped loudly, clutching her blouse as she felt her heart thumping a little too rapidly. She grabbed onto the side shelf so support her stance, unable to fathom the travesty that had just been broken to her.

With a pleading expression on her pretty face, she said, “Honey, let me help you. I’m not useless and am pretty capable too.” “What do you know?” James looked at Thea with a frown. “I…” Thea hesitated. She wanted to tell him the truth but could not do so. Thea lowered her head and murmured, “S-Someone leaked the information to me.” “Who?” James questioned. “I-I’m not sure.” Thea shook her head. “I don’t know the person or why he revealed such things to me.” “Is that so?” James was doubtful of her answer.

The photos from last night’s supposedly private gala captured moments I hadn't even registered as important —me and James standing closer than strictly necessary during a quiet conversation about renewable energy investments, his hand resting briefly against the small of my back as he guided me away from a particularly persistent investor, that fleeting moment when our eyes met across the crowded room and I'd forgotten, just for a second, about the hundreds of watching eyes. Moments I barely remembered had become damning evidence in the court of public opinion. And God, the comments beneath the articles were worse—speculation, judgment, cruel jokes. People who'd never met either of us sudden

Ethan had listened to all of it. Then he had said something that James had not expected. He had said it did not matter anymore who had done it. James had looked at him. Ethan had said what mattered was that the statement was out and it was true and whatever came next came from a true place. That was more than they had before. James had been quiet for a long time. Then he had said he was sorry. Not for the leak. For the year. For the file and the photographs and the arithmetic and all of it.

I barely got the words out. Jaxon walked into the living room, towel around his neck from his morning shower, and froze when he saw the screen. “Oh, for f—” He dropped the towel and snatched the remote. “What channel is this?” “It’s on all of them,” I said numbly, swiping through my phone. “Someone leaked my name. And yours.” He cursed again, sharp and low. “This wasn’t supposed to go public. You’re not a criminal. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Find out who in the registrar’s office we missed. Who tipped them. Who leaked the originals.” James nodded, stunned but moving, already working through contingencies. “I’ll scrub the trail. I’ll find the leak.” “And Jaxon?” Irene asked slowly. “Clara?” “I’ll discredit them,” James said, too quickly. “We’ll make them look like opportunists.” Irene felt an acidic twist in her gut—anger, yes, but also the sharper edge of respect. Jaxon had thrown a match into her plans, and now they burned. She reminded herself that Iridina did not crumble; Iridina adapted.

“What do we do?” Kate stared at me, dead serious. “We leak it. All of it.” “To who?” “I’ve got a contact. International press. They’ll run it, anonymously. Once it’s out, they can’t hide.” “And us?” “We vanish the second we press send.” I stared at the screen. The cursor blinking. A single keystroke away from detonating the truth. I thought about my life before the storm. Before Jason’s betrayal. Before my world cracked open. I thought about the woman I used to be—quiet, trusting, blind.

With that, she turned on her heels and stormed up the stairs. "I didn't leak those photos and the silly write ups about you. I didn't even know about the aunt he used to lust on." Frustration crinkled at the sides of my eyes and I was tired of everything. "I just want all these dramas to stop. I'm sick and tired of all these." "Wait, I didn't tell Jade about my aunt and I've never told anyone except-" he hesitated and glazed up at Lola before pointing a slightly crooked finger at her. "Except for you. You are the anonymous betrayer and you leaked my secret to the entire net."

I said, finally letting myself smile as I slid onto the plush leather seat next to Jenna. "Well, your mom is doing great, and Arthur Vance is doing terrible," Jenna laughed, sliding a drink toward me. "I’d say that’s a pretty good reason to celebrate. I still can't believe the news this morning. My whole office is talking about it!" Oh my God, Chelsea is so loose lipped. "Seriously," Cherry added, leaning in close so I could hear her over the DJ's transition. "Everyone is wondering who leaked those photos to the press. The timing was just too perfect."

"When did you do that?" "After my meeting with Detective Morrison. She convinced me that if I wanted real answers, I needed to take a more proactive approach." Janet wiped her hands on a paint-stained rag, her expression thoughtful. "So we have a private investigator looking into the leaked videos, Jackson stirring up trouble with both Avery and Astor, and a pregnancy with questionable paternity. This is like a soap opera, except with real consequences." "The consequences are already here," Liam said, gesturing toward Janet's phone. "Those pictures are going to be everywhere by tonight. My father's going to be furious, Avery's going to be defensive, and Jackson's just painted a target on his