Jennifer Ngo Leak Novels & Stories

A WEEK AGO. THIRD PERSON'S POV Joana quietly slipped back into her apartment in the middle of the night. With all the chaos currently happening, and she and her mother's failure to steal the company from her father an his family, she had been on a low. Even worse, she knew Jeffery had figured her out, and he now had the knowledge that she was the one who leaked those videos of them. He also knew she was shagging Abel, and was responsible for the fake photos of Kayla.

The phone rang suddenly, slicing through the stillness. He answered at once. “Sir, bad news,” Rina’s panicked voice came through. “Someone just leaked the financial reports to the press. They’re accusing us of fund manipulation.” “What?” Devandra froze. “Who leaked it?” “We’re not certain, but the file metadata shows an old internal ID… it used to belong to Vania.” Devandra’s eyes widened. “What did you say?!” “Yes, sir. The media is already running with it.” Devandra slammed his fist against the desk.

Jared got in the back seat. "Drive," Jared said. Christian hit the gas and we sped away from the crowd of reporters. For a few minutes, nobody said anything. I was crying and shaking. Jared was holding a tissue to his bloody knuckles. Christian was gripping the steering wheel so hard his hands were white. Finally, Christian spoke. "Jane, are you okay?" "No, I'm not okay! Someone leaked my medical records to the press!" "Who would do that?" "I think we all know who would do that."

Leila stopped walking. Read it again. He regrets. Her phone buzzed again. Another alert. Then another. The story was spreading in real time, outlet to outlet, the way things did when someone with inside access decided to talk. Someone had leaked it. Not the pregnancy itself, that was still framed as unconfirmed. But Adrian's knowledge of it. The rights he'd signed away. The regret. Someone inside Blue Moon Pack had just handed the media a story about her child. Leila's hand tightened around the phone.

“I want to watch him burn, and you two are the only ones who can do it.” Celeste met his gaze, her resolve solidifying. “We will.” Back at Sinclair Tower, the team got to work. Lena and Nolan prepared a controlled leak, flipping the engagement scandal on its head. Instead of denying it, Celeste and Damien embraced it. They released personal footage of their genuine moments together, completely disproving Calloway’s claims. They counter-leaked emails showing Calloway’s attempts to control her career, and finally, they hinted at a major exposé coming soon.

Keep recording. Independent counsel: Do not share. Do not comment. Do not forward beyond Legal/counsel. The host resumed. “We will not stop at donors and stamps,” he said. “We will reveal the human angle, because human angles are what systems eat.” My stomach dropped. The screen switched to a blurred photo—Noah outside the school gates, backpack strap visible, face partially obscured. The caption read: THE HEIR OF SECRETS. I stood up so fast the chair scraped. I hated the sound. I hated that I’d made it.

Gossip blogs exploded. And Nathan Cross? He took the bait. By nightfall, a private but “accidentally” leaked video hit the dark web—a grainy shot of Leila at Whitmore Park. No audio, just her silhouette and Nathan’s unmistakable profile. The implication was clear. Leila was disloyal. She’d been meeting with his rival. The press had a field day. What Nathan didn’t know was that the entire leak was traced. And now Adrian knew exactly which of Nathan’s fake corporations had uploaded it.

"Hmph. Too little, too late. If they had the guts to cheat, they should've expected we'd leave eventually." I nodded in agreement. A swipe of my finger brought up the next headline. [Shocking: Rangoon Ventures Chairman, Lex Rangoon, Suspected of Cheating. Mistress Caught in Public with Alleged Lovechild!] It was a video posted by a gossip account. In the clip, Lex stood beside a young woman, holding hands with a little girl. The video had been posted a week earlier, but now it was suddenly going viral. I opened the comments. The top one caught my eye.

By becoming like them? "By surviving. Emily, you can be ethical when you're dead. While we're alive, we do what's necessary." She looked concerned but didn't argue. My phone buzzed, Santiago . "Sir , I found the leak, it's not an executive. It's your assistant, Jennifer Ross. She's been copying files to encrypted drives and selling information to competitors through intermediary. Been doing it for eight months." Jennifer. My assistant of six years. Organized my entire schedule, had access to everything.

God knows the narrative didn’t need more fuel. The room was too clean. Too white. Too cold. I dropped my bag at the foot of the bed and sat down, staring at the blank TV screen like it might show me a different life. Then my phone buzzed. T*****r. I*******m. Blog links. “The Nanny Scandal: Who Is May Hemlings?” “Leaked Video Exposes CEO’s Secret Affair.” “From Nobody to Notorious: The Woman at the Center of It All.” I threw the phone across the bed. It bounced once, landed screen-down.