Jelly Bean Leaked Novels & Stories

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"

"Even if Ethan and I signed the divorce papers tomorrow, they would never get back together." Jade frowns, clearly wanting to argue the point, but she eventually bites her tongue and absentmindedly picks up her phone to scroll. The second the screen lights up, a breaking entertainment notification flashes across the top banner. She taps it, her eyes widening in sheer horror as the image loads. Wordlessly, she spins the phone around and slides it across the table. "Stella...what the hell is this?" It is a leaked paparazzi photo, and the angle is malicious.

Before I could ask, there was a loud knock on the door. Then another. "Sir," came Mary's voice. "You need to see this. Now." Nicholas and I exchanged a look. He opened the door—and in walked Jenna, face pale, holding a tablet. "There's been a leak," she said. "Company-wide." She showed us the screen. It was a video. Nicholas and I were showing on the screen. And it was one night I could never forget. That night in his office. The kiss. The tension. Every second of it.

She was sure that, once they both calmed down, they would be able to work through all of the tension and misunderstandings. She knew it was her fault that the situation exploded like it had. She should have been honest with Pam when she returned from her trip to South America. Pam deserved to know, but Fiana was in denial. She didn’t want to believe it herself. So, instead of trusting Pam with the new found information that she developed a rare and potentially fatal blood disorder, ‘thrombotic thrombocytopenic purpura’, she kept it and its effects on her body hidden as best she could while she drank her-self into a reality release; better known as a drunken stupor.

Camellia entered last, her eyes bloodshot but her hair tied neatly in a bun. Sophie gave her a hard look but said nothing — for now. Rachel led the presentation. “We’ve narrowed the leak suspects to three internal consultants. All recently hired. All working remote.” Richard added, “We also flagged three donor groups with ties to Ethan’s investment firm. One of them funded Belinda’s first boutique.” Sophie leaned forward. “Then we expose them. Soft leak. Nothing formal. Just smoke. Let the media fan the flames.” Alexander grinned. “Remind me never to piss you off.”

I was curled on the couch, laptop still open beside me, last night's statement blinking on the screen in autosave. I had written until exhaustion took me. But something felt wrong. It was the stillness again. My phone buzzed from where it sat on the counter. I padded over barefoot, rubbing sleep from my eyes. Aria: Riley. You need to get online. Now. It's bad. My stomach clenched before I could even finish reading. “I opened my browser and saw the headlines had shifted, turning against me.” Leaked Footage Suggests Inappropriate Relationship Between CEO Michael Gray and Employee Riley Jordan

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Their employee benefits were among the best in the industry. An employee suicide was a stain that could ruin a corporation. A century-old reputation could collapse over one incident. Evelyn returned to the tamagoyaki shop, set the coffees on the table, told Fiona she had something urgent to take care of, and left first. She hailed a cab by the curb and headed straight back to The Drake Residence. On the way, Evelyn dialed a media outlet. When the line connected,她 dropped a bomb: “A leaked tip. The CEO of Jordan Enterprises is living with his mistress. Bought her a luxury condo. His wife was left in the dust.”

His right hand has called to report on the flight patterns of the Blossom Media camp. "Master, our hunters have searched through every corner of Blossom Media’s abandoned cave, but our claws only turned up small amounts of evidence," Jordan reports, his voice sharp through the wire. "Amongst the scraps was the exact original image of Ava's muzzle pressing against your skin. This proof confirms it was indeed leaked by the cowards at that studio. They are currently hiding deep in the thick brush."

“Of you, your men, and the woman you hid from the world. Someone leaked it. It’s everywhere.” My breath froze in my chest. He continued in a grinding voice, “You’re trending. And not in the charming-billionaire way. But in the ‘CEO caught dragging secret woman into exclusive hospital with private security and gifts’ way.” A sharp ringing filled my ears. “And Bellamy... He’s already posted a cryptic tweet, Jaden. He smells blood. He’s going to tear you apart with this if we don’t move fast.” I shut my eyes again. My company's IPO.