Novel & Cerita Jen Blanco Leaked

His arm tightened minutely around June, a subtle show of possession, or perhaps protection, though June couldn’t tell which. Bianca just laughed, sharp as broken glass, and finally looked straight at June—eyes full of pure venom. “Oh, I’m not here for Dante. I’m here for the truth.” Her lips curled, and June knew something worse was coming, a storm about to break. Suddenly, every screen in the ballroom flickered. The Romano logo vanished. In its place: a jittery, grainy video. June’s stomach dropped. There she was, five years younger, sitting on a park bench, crying, taking a thick envelope from a stranger. The image flickered cruelly, exposing her private pain to the world, the audience sil

“She is my Fated Mate, and our bond is stronger than any other betrothal or promise or political move could ever be.” I didn’t wait for her reply, but stormed out of the room. One of my Betas was waiting in the hallway, a stern look on his face. “Sir?” “What is it, Dano?” I said impatiently. “We know who leaked the photo of Luna Elena and Adler.” I froze where I stood. “It came from Tiffany.”

“Bianca didn’t mean to do it. People in the group misunderstood her, and she panicked. She only sent the wrong screenshot by mistake.” “The wrong screenshot?” I clenched my jaw. “That screenshot had my private information on it. It contained my finances, my struggles, every line I never wanted anyone else to see. Knowing that, are you still telling me not to be angry?” “I know those documents were yours.” Dylan softened his voice to calm me down. “But Jenna, Bianca just got that trial shift at the nail salon. If she gets called out in the group chat and the screenshots spread, she could lose the job too. Could you please be the bigger person and let me handle the rest?”

As if she hadn't just detonated a bomb inside the Vance family. The host continued. "Everyone is talking about the recent leak involving Julian Vance and his wife." Elena lowered her eyes briefly. A performance. Nothing more. "It's unfortunate," she said softly. Julian's expression darkened. I noticed his fingers curl slightly against his side. The host leaned forward. "Were you surprised by the news?" Elena smiled sadly. "Honestly? No." I frowned. Here we go. "No?" the host asked. Elena shook her head. "There have been rumors for a long time."

For now, the public would see the frame. “You did well,” Elena said, not to me exactly, but to the room. “The press team had the leaks queued, the accounts we pointed at started freezing before noon. Good timing.” Genci made a noise that might have been pleasure. Franco opened his laptop and pulled up the feed of hits: dunne arrested, trafficking ring busted, links to the White House questioned, the usual cascade that makes careers wobble. “Why hand it to the papers?” Rico asked quietly. “Why not deal with it ourselves? If only I could get my hands on that bastard.”

Reid leaned back in his chair, a lazy smirk tugging at his mouth as Harry replayed the footage on his phone. The video wasn’t supposed to have leaked, but of course it did. A slap in a billionaire’s lobby? That too the controversial company that trended last week? That was social media gold. And there it was, Jacintha catching Bianca’s hand midair before landing her own slap. The sound was sharp, clean, and utterly satisfying. “Play it again,” Reid said, amused to the core.