Novel & Cerita Jen Blanco Leaked

My stomach dropped. I opened the texts. CALL ME NOW ADRIAN FUCKING CALL ME This is bad. This is really bad. They have photos. Someone leaked photos. Call me before you see them. Please. Photos? What photos? I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom, closing the door before calling Samir back. "Finally," he answered on the first ring. "Where are you?" "Julian's place. What's going on? What photos?" "Someone leaked photos of you and Julian. Together. Kissing outside your studio. Going into his building. Coming out the next morning. They're all over social media. Art blogs, gossip sites, everywhere."

The clerk left at once with a compliance officer, the chain recorded on video. The room exhaled. For a heartbeat, the storm felt as if it had shifted to the horizon. Then Hana’s phone vibrated. She glanced down, paled, and stood. “We have a situation,” she said to Jun. “External. We need to pause.” Jun frowned. “What sort of situation.” “Media,” Hana replied. “An outlet is running an exclusive. The headline says the company is hiding a blood heir while installing a non blood successor. They have a leaked photo of Ms Langley entering the building.”

I was laughing, throwing the pillow right back at him. With the iPad on my lap, I watch the latest gossip. I enter the site I always use. And there I am in the very first article. "Hunter Blanco finally showed up with Selena Garcia in public. He said it was too early to speculate something strong between them, but sources say they didn't stray one minute from each other at the team's quarterback party, but that's the thing: it's really serious.” Another fashion magazine has something to say as well:

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?

“Guess we’re not so different. Both of us spend our days fighting battles—yours with bullets, mine with board members.” The waiter came, and we ordered quickly. Once we were alone again, Blanco leaned back in his chair, studying me with that knowing expression. “So,” he said slowly, “you gonna tell me why you look like a man who hasn’t slept in a week?” I arched a brow. “I look fine.” “Bullshit,” he said bluntly. “I’ve seen you after seventy-two hours on an emergency project launch, and you still didn’t look this distracted. What’s going on?”

“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.