Novel & Cerita Jana James Leaks

"I know. I've been watching." "Of course you have." James put his phone away. "The question is what you're watching for. Evidence she's failing so you can pounce? Or proof that Richard was right about her?" I didn't have an answer because I wasn't sure anymore. "I leaked her arrest record," I said quietly. "I held her while she cried about being afraid it would go public and then I made sure it did. That makes me—" "A complete asshole. Yes." James didn't sugarcoat it. "But recognizing you were an asshole is progress."

“I’m already on my way.” I hit the driveway, kill the engine, jog inside. Lana’s in the living room, laptop open, face pale. She looks up. “It’s worse.” I cross to her, see the screen. Front-page gossip blog: “Leaked: Billionaire Roman Vale’s Office Tryst—Topless Stepdaughter Caught After Hours”

“Who leaks DNA filings and personal history and photos of children who never asked for any of this?” James’s jaw clenched. “It’s my father.” My breath caught. “What?” “I got a call from an old contact last night. He’s in town. Staying at the Beverly Regent. I didn’t think he’d move this fast—he usually operates behind layers. But the second he heard about the tower… and then saw the photos…” His voice trailed off. I already knew. “He leaked it,” I said, my voice like steel. “To force your hand.” James nodded slowly. “He’s trying to make it public so he can claim them. Frame it like some redemption narrative. The O’Connor bloodline restored.”

Screens at the far wall blasted headlines: “Anonymous Leaks Suggest J&J Misused Funds.” “Embezzlement at Anderson-Hidalgo Project?” “Jenna Anderson’s Golden Venture Crumbling?” Jenna entered with her spine straight, heels striking marble. She carried the storm on her shoulders but refused to bow. “Quiet,” she commanded. Her voice cut through the cacophony. The room stilled. “These reports are fabrications,” Jenna said. “Every figure in those leaks is falsified. Every ledger they’ve shown has been doctored. We have nothing to hide, and when the smoke clears, you’ll see the truth.”

She reaches for my hand again, but I pull it back slightly, dread pooling in my stomach. “Dre… TJ didn’t leak it.” I stare at her. “What are you talking about?” “TJ was the guy in the video, yeah. He’s getting in serious trouble for recording without consent. But he wasn’t the one who sent it out to everyone.” She takes a deep breath. “The person who confessed to leaking the tapes… it was Luke.”

Jamie looked at them and then at me, quickly bringing out her phone. "Daughter of Jamie Sinclair, Doris Rodriguez's threesome sex video leaked." I read out loud, my eyes never leaving Jamie's eyes. Jamie's leg wobbled as she quickly found herself a seat, her eyes glued to the screen before letting out a loud scream. "What the fuckkkkkk"

"Jackson, did you hear the news?" She was far from calm but was still managing to conjure a quivering voice to continue talking thus. "They say…I'm having an affair with James." She was shocked and even shocked herself. "There is one photograph in the public domain, me and James, and the media label it a scandal. They're labeling me unprofessional, as utilizing my private life as an adequacy fall-back."

Nothing much. James, my personal assistant, entered with a tablet in his hand, his face unreasonable. “Sir,” he cleared his throat. “Have you seen today's news?” “What now, James?” I frowned. He hesitated before placing the tablet on my desk. “Someone leaked Miss Lyvanne's prison history.”The words struck like a punch. “What?” I quickly snatched the tablet. Scrolling through the internet, my chest tightened as I read every single sentence posted by different pages.

"He did not mention Signal Strategy specifically. But Reid asked who he was going with and James said Priya Anand and Camille Vann and Reid said he already knew and moved on." "Reid knew our names before James confirmed them?" I ask. "Yes," she replies. "Which means he had another source," I say. "Yes," she replies. "And Camille. James showed me his phone. Full conversation history with Reid. Every interaction for the past two years." She pauses. "He has nothing to hide. He showed me without being asked." I breathe out slowly. "Okay," I say. "He is not the leak," she says directly. Firm and certain.

Leila stopped walking. Read it again. He regrets. Her phone buzzed again. Another alert. Then another. The story was spreading in real time, outlet to outlet, the way things did when someone with inside access decided to talk. Someone had leaked it. Not the pregnancy itself, that was still framed as unconfirmed. But Adrian's knowledge of it. The rights he'd signed away. The regret. Someone inside Blue Moon Pack had just handed the media a story about her child. Leila's hand tightened around the phone. She turned and walked directly to her father's study. They were out of time.