Novel & Cerita Jen Blanco Leaked

Juan trembled violently; he quickly walked toward them, and greeted them with a fawning smile. "Mr. Blois, I'm so sorry for bothering you late at night. We didn’t mean to enter your territory. Our target took us here." Juan put all the blame on Levian with a grin, waiting for Benito Blois to take action. He couldn’t harm Levian, but Benito could. Benito was the second-in-command of White Eagle. Levian would surely suffer if Benito got him! The thought made Juan grin in delight. Levian left the car and strolled over.

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.

The phone vibrated again. This time, Blanca picked it up. Unknown Number. She already knew who it was. Her thumb hovered for half a second before opening the message. Unknown Number: The package has been secured. Blanca’s breath caught. Her lips parted slightly. Scarlet lunged forward. “What is it? What does it say?” Blanca did not answer immediately. She read the next line. Unknown Number: She didn’t scream. Clean extraction. No witnesses. Scarlet’s eyes widened.

When I woke again, I was lying in a hospital bed in a private clinic. Vincent and Leo were both standing at my bedside. The second I opened my eyes, Leo leaned forward immediately, his eyes swimming with poorly hidden worry. “Elena, thank God you’re awake. I’ve been sick with worry over you.” When I said nothing, he glanced away, his voice dropping to a murmur. “About the photos… I’m so sorry. I got drunk that night, someone took my phone, and that’s how they leaked. I’ve had every last copy deleted, I swear.”

"And?" "Damian just leaked a blind item to the national media," Mark said, pulling out a tablet. "The headlines are already blowing up. They are claiming that Julian Vance’s new bride was already three months pregnant on her wedding day—but that Julian Vance was out of the country on a European trade mission exactly twelve weeks ago." My blood ran completely cold. The room seemed to lose all its air.

Just then, we noticed several cars inside our garage, which is all unfamiliar to me. Who the fuck are the owner of these cars? "Sweetheart, Blaire, we're glad you came. Come here. Come and see who you have here." And when I've got to see who the visitors are, I was surprsied to see the Alquezer Clan on their formal attire. "Blaire, hija, we're glad to announce that the wedding... is already concerted. The wedding will be held soonest." And just like that, I am surely be tied to my billionaire ex boyfriend.

Familiar voices. At first, I ignored them. Women gossiping wasn’t news. But then—words cut through the air like a blade. “…Bianca paid Tessa.” I froze. My breath hitched, and I stayed completely still, ears straining. “Bill handled the PR. Logan leaked the hotel footage. It was flawless,” Tessa laughed, her tone smug and cruel, utterly unaware I stood not three feet behind her. My vision blurred. My fingers gripped the stall door so tightly it hurt.

He leaned back slightly. “I know you won’t want to hear this, but… Bianca was involved in leaking your photo.” “What?” My eyes widened in shock. “But… how did she—” Kendrick. Of course. That bastard had been so desperate to ruin me that he teamed up with my husband’s ex to leak a private photo of me. Wait… Did I just call Xavier my husband? Oh dear God. “Oh wow,” I muttered, trying to process everything. “He teamed up with Binaca just to spite me?”

“Zane just called. He’s losing it. He’s saying I’m the one who leaked that video to the press.” I froze, my grip on the phone tightening. The video… the one I am currently watching on the news. The one that had detonated Zane Whitelock’s carefully curated life, now splashed across every news outlet, blog, and social media feed. Grainy footage of him in a compromising position with someone whose Face blurred, I’d assume it was Adriana. It had gone viral overnight. I pushed off the counter, pacing toward the living room. “What? Why would he think you did it?” I asked. “That’s ridiculous.”