Novel & Cerita Janice Rivera Leak

“I suddenly felt sick and had to leave. I meant to tell you, but I got home and fell asleep.” The excuse came out smoothly. It was an easier lie than exposing Reagan. Why didn't he dismiss Luke like he said he would? Luke was quiet for a moment. “You don’t sound sick.” Rivera swallowed. “I’m better now.” There was another pause, longer this time. “I looked for you,” he said. “Everywhere.” Rivera closed her eyes briefly and her grip tightened slightly around the phone. “I’m really sorry,” she repeated, softer now. He did not press further. “I’m moving into the other mansion this evening,” he added after a moment. “I’ll see you when you get back from work.”

You did not deserve any of that and no one has the right to make you feel less of a person. And the tears fell. Because I was touched. Because those words made me feel strong again. He wiped away the tears on my cheeks, tenderly. “Shh…Don’t cry. We need to solve this.”He said to me. He then brought out his cellphone and showed me a picture. “I already found out who leaked the news to the media. Ava Moreno. She used to work at RC TV station. She got fired a week ago. Do you have any beef with her?”

“He wants to bury me.” “He wants to bury both of us,” Daniel corrected softly. But only one of us was already halfway in the ground. I closed the laptop, forcing steady breaths. “We have to get ahead of this.” Daniel nodded once, grim. “We will.” I wished I still knew what we meant. Before either of us could speak again, my phone vibrated sharply, breaking news alert. The room felt like it tilted as I read the headline. JANE RILEY ACCUSED OF EMBEZZLEMENT — INTERNAL DOCUMENTS LEAKED

In the beautiful brutality of protecting what was his. What was ours. The secure line rang. Victor’s voice, low. “We have a problem.” My spine straightened. “Define problem.” “A leak.” “From where?” “Deep. Pre-seeded.” A screen flickered on. A blurred photograph. A shadowed angle. Me, exiting Dr. Riva’s private wing two weeks ago. Head bowed. Hand instinctively pressed to my stomach. The caption beneath it already spreading: SOURCES CLAIM OCEAN RAMIREZ-VELEZ IS PREGNANT

You? Same. We can still wait. Push it back. Give ourselves more time. Ayana stared at the message. Wanted desperately to say yes, to postpone, to hide a little longer. But Raven was circling. The scandal was escalating. Time wasn't their friend. No. Tonight. We do this together. Together. I love you. I love you too. At three, Dr. Hayes called. "IT traced the leak It came from Raven's computer. Accessed Tuesday night at 11 PM, files sent to three media outlets using a burner email account."

Reid leaned back in his chair, a lazy smirk tugging at his mouth as Harry replayed the footage on his phone. The video wasn’t supposed to have leaked, but of course it did. A slap in a billionaire’s lobby? That too the controversial company that trended last week? That was social media gold. And there it was, Jacintha catching Bianca’s hand midair before landing her own slap. The sound was sharp, clean, and utterly satisfying. “Play it again,” Reid said, amused to the core.

Vicky answered, smirking. “What truth?” Vicky pulled out her phone and presented the photo of Bianca, lying almost lifeless on the floor. Mrs Janice screamed, her purse dropping from her hand as her eyes welled up with tears. “No, no, no, no!” “Yes! You better believe it. I know how precious your reputation is to you, and I'm going to make this public if you don't tell me what you have against my friend, Charlene.” That was when it dawned on Mrs Janice that she was speaking to Vicky.

The Internet? Rebecca was the pariah in everyone's eyes right now. What did that have to do with Jessica? As Jessica stood there, dazed, the random stranger shook off her hand in disgust. "You'd better make your public apology, Ms. Brown. Don't go celebrating just yet. Frankly, I doubt your apology would even be sincere. What can I expect from a woman who would ask for money for leaking a video?" The person's voice was loud enough for the crowded dance floor to hear. Everyone laughed.

I just needed to play this game right, and maybe…maybe he would release me. “I… I’m sorry,” I whispered shakily. “Jeremy shouldn’t have left you. You are the one for him. I’ll leave him, Chris. But please…let me go.” He laughed again, the sound scraping across my nerves. “Oh, I’m not a fool. That video I leaked at your stepdad’s dinner didn’t even separate you two. Then I knew… nothing else could stop it.” My stomach dropped. “You… did that?” “Oh, Teyana,” he said, eyes gleaming. “I’ve done so many things… you’d be horrified for the last ten minutes of your life if you knew.”

"I know who leaked it," Victor said, voice low, even, and too calm for the storm he was about to unleash. Amiriam looked up from the scattered printouts on her desk. Luke, beside her, sat up straight immediately, tension coiling up his spine. The gentle hum of the retreat house fell away under Victor's words, as if the world knew something cataclysmic had just shattered. "Who?" Amiriam demanded, voice barely steady. Victor leaned in, placing a closed folder on the table between them. His eyes never left hers. "Tasha Rivers."