Janice Rivera Leak Novels & Stories

The room erupted—questions shouted, flashes flaring. “Is Damon Smith behind the smear—?” “Was this retaliation for the divorce—?” “Is this connected to Sloane Monroe’s warrant?” Adrian waited, jaw tight, until the noise ebbed enough to speak again. “There will be time for law enforcement to determine the full scope of their involvement,” he said. “What I am confirming today is this: Rivera’s access was used to leak partial internal materials and forge documents, audio, and screenshots that were then circulated to gossip channels as ‘evidence’ of misconduct by Cross Enterprises and, more personally, by my partner.”

Mandy’s mother hissed, “photos of you and that assistant of yours will be leaked to the press. You need to fix this.” Jessica’s jaw clenched. Her affair—with her lover, at the Ackerman family’s villa, of all places—had been caught on a security camera. A scandal waiting to explode. Taking a breath to steady herself, she returned to the call. “Miss Morales… why don’t we meet and talk, face to face?” But Serena didn’t hesitate. “Not interested.” Her tone was like a slammed door. Jessica stared at her phone screen after the call ended, her pulse racing, the rage simmering beneath her skin.

If anyone would understand, it would be her. “There’s a video,” I said quietly. “Of me. A private video I made for Damon when we were together. Serena got it from him, and she threatened to leak it unless I quit my job at the Alpha’s mansion.” Chelsea’s eyes widened. “Holy shit. Did she leak it?” I nodded. “Yeah. She did.” “That bitch!” Chelsea grabbed my hand. “Selena, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Do you want me to—” “It’s fine,” I interrupted. “I don’t care.”

His expression barely changed. “Ms. Rivera,” he said evenly, “good morning to you too.” “Our servers were hacked last night,” she snapped. “Confidential files leaked. Investor records exposed. And somehow the breach traces back to Vale Industries.” Her eyes hardened. “So tell me, Adrian… should I believe that’s a coincidence?” For the first time, Adrian’s gaze shifted to the documents in front of him. He opened the folder slowly, scanning the report in silence. The quiet stretched painfully between them.

“Hello, Janice.” Alec's brows shot up. “Of course. Thank you very much, Janice... You too, have a good night's rest,” he added and ended the call. The children were still lost in their world as he turned to me. “Guess what?” My curiosity spiked. “Please, spill it.” He bit down a grin. “This afternoon, Janice told me that the Rivera Group had been suspended from competing for the government contract. But she just called back to say we’ve been reinstated—and the suspension was lifted with an official apology.”

I can't let Ryder destroy himself for me. "No." The word comes out stronger than I feel. "No, this is wrong." "Evie," Ryder's voice is a warning. His eyes find mine across the table, pleading. "Don't." "You want to know who really leaked that footage?" I stand up, my chair scraping against the floor like nails on a chalkboard. "You want to know who had access to those security cameras?" "Evie, please," my mother breathes. "I released the footage." The words tumble out like a dam breaking. "I leaked the CCTV clip of what they did to Liliana."

Another missed call from someone on Alejandro’s PR team, no doubt. The press had caught wind of her last name. Vargas. The name had always been a curse. And now, it was a noose tightening around her throat. She opened her laptop and typed out a resignation letter addressed to Alejandro. Then deleted it. Then typed it again. This time with no greetings, no closing. Just one sentence: I’m sorry. I’m done. She hit send. The next morning, the tension inside Alejandro’s company was palpable. Rumors were spreading. Whispers of betrayal. Photos of Valeria from the gala leaked. Someone sent a screenshot of the blog post to the company’s internal chat.

“Now what didn’t make it to the headlines? Your love life?” “Ha, funny. Look at this.” He handed her a draft of an unpublished newspaper and right on the front page – as was the order since her downfall on live television – was an image of her staggering in Leo’s arm just as she was about to fall: Rachel Rivers Strikes Again. “Hmm they never use the best pictures do they?” she joked.

I glowed at his enthusiasm. "Ms. Hayes, does this investor have a negative image or encounter lawsuits?" the lawyer asked, noticing my hesitation to mention Mr. Ford's name. "No!" Janice quickly explained how reputable Mr. Ford. "Fine, Mr. Leo, proceed with the discussion. Janice will give me updates on the contract," I sighed, reluctantly accepting that I had to partner up with him. ****** Janice had leaked news about Lucy's chats with me to the media. In a few minutes, the news would be publicized.

"But Avery, I want you to know something. I don't hate you. I feel sorry for you. You're destroying yourself over something you can't control." "Get out." Jackson left the VIP room, walked through the club, and didn't breathe easily until he was back in his car with the doors locked. He had the evidence he needed. Avery had admitted on recording that she leaked the videos. He drove off towards Janet's hotel.