Jen Blanco Leaked Novels & Stories

he left the room. Carolina took out her phone and noticed a new notification on the internet. She froze when she saw her name and Adrian’s as the headline with a million views. Adrian came back in after a call with Ashley, he saw the look on Carolina’s face and realized it was a little to late “Carolina?” “They found out” she said “Rivera leaked it” she said.

Earlier I looked at yet another magazine that came out a few days ago, speculating the end of my relationship. “The end of the romance between player Hunter Blanco and Selena Garcia, it is over. Sources said they haven’t seen each other, much less spoken, since the scandalous incident at the airport. He’s gotten over it. And how?! He was seen together with two teammates at a strip club. It looks like it's over!" I find this magazine and throw it front of Joanna. I take another sip of my water while she scans the words.

I could hear Bianca’s hysterical sobbing before I even reached the parlor. "Who leaked the roster?" Bianca shrieked, her voice cracking. "I wasn't even at that warehouse! Why is my mark on the list? Dad, do something!" "Calm yourself, Bianca," Helena Whitmore snapped, though her own hands were shaking as she clutched her wine glass. "The Blackwells are looking into it. We’ll find out who’s behind this smear campaign."

I ask Bianca and she shoves her phone in my face. "This is why you should subscribe to the gossip blog." Written in bold letters, the headline reads Head cheerleader and girlfriend of Brairwood High's 'Wolves', Jane Dulaney amongst the many wanting to get some from our Angel. Could there be trouble in paradise for the elite ship? Attached to it is a short video of Jane, dressed in a yellow bikini, shoving her tongue down Miguel's throat. I drop the phone to the table like it's steaming hot and look up just in time to see Chris punch Miguel in the face.

"What happened?" His assistant hesitated. "Maybe you should check Twitter, sir." Jonathan hadn't touched social media in weeks. He'd been somewhere else. Jonathan Whitman cheating scandal was the number one trending topic. The thread was a gallery of photographs. Him and Vivienne at parties. Him buying her cars, real estate, jewelry, luxury goods. Right next to those, footage of his actual wife in a maid's uniform inside Vivienne's house. Being bullied. Being humiliated. His head went white. Who? Who had leaked all of this? He'd paid off every paparazzo for years. He'd bought every photo. Every video. He'd been thorough. How was this happening?

“THE WHISTLEBLOWER!” Grayson came in behind me, still half asleep, hair messy. “What now?” I took the tablet and read the headline. My stomach dropped. I looked up slowly. “That’s everything.” Marcus nodded, serious. “Emails. Financial records. Offshore accounts. It’s huge.” Hanna leaned in closer. “Who leaked it?” Marcus shook his head. “No name yet.” Jamie whispered like it was a movie. “Secret hero.” Grayson crossed his arms. “Or someone with their own agenda.”

I retorted, leaving to the whistles of my friends. I shook my head at Bianca, who sat on a bar stool, taking a break from her performance. "Guess what news I got this afternoon?" "Alejandro won tennis against Torres," I said, sure she would boast about Alejandro Lopez's victory. She shook her head. "No." "And then?" "I met a guy when I went out with Jandro this afternoon." Her gaze was dreamy, almost lewd. "He was very handsome. So handsome." I raised an eyebrow. "How handsome is he that I can see your saliva spilling out of here?" I asked.

Was the first thing Zane asked after the call connected. Bianca sighed. "Yes, I saw and I am working on making it right." She promised. "How so? How did it happen in the first place?" Zane didn't bother confessing his feelings about having his project leaked despite talking to the person in charge of it and who happens to be his mate. Before Bianca could say some hurtful words, she hung up the call. "Hello." "Bee." "Bianca." Zane persisted on the other side of the line.

Not once had it even entered his mind that she might be blowing him off. When it went to voicemail, he sat down in front of the computer on Jack's desk and set the phone down. He logged onto the Internet and googled Bianca Rubio. Immediately all the endless articles about the scandal came up. He scrolled through the newer ones: the ones he hadn't seen or heard anything about. :HL: Boxer's love triangle all a publicity stunt to hype fight. Exclusive first photos of Sanchez and Rubio back together again. :HL:

His sincerity caught her off guard again. Just like it always did. Before she could reply, Miranda knocked on the office door urgently. “Adriana.” “What?” Miranda looked shaken. “There’s another problem.” Adriana stood. “What now?” Miranda handed her a tablet. “Someone leaked documents to the press.” Adriana scanned the screen quickly. Her eyes darkened. These weren’t rumors. These were internal financial projections. Private information. Only a handful of executives had access. “This isn’t market manipulation,” Adriana said quietly.