Jessica Alba Leaks Novels & Stories

He only loved what I could give him—the title of Alpha heir to the Blue Moon Pack. His love and his marriage had always been two separate things. Late that night, when Joseph’s breathing slowed into the steady rhythm of sleep, I reached for his phone on the bedside table. The password was my birthday. His pinned contact was me, followed by my parents. I scrolled through his messages, but everything looked normal—until I switched accounts. That was when I found it. An alternate account. Only one name appeared in his chat list: **Yolanda.** [Joseph, it’s been five years. How much longer do I have to keep hiding?]

She hands me a cup and drops her voice. “Those three ladies in the waiting room are from midnight pack and they are spreading gossip like wildfire,” she says. “Apparently Nicole Cruz is no longer Luna of Midnight Pack.” I blink. “What?” “True. Alpha Jason divorced her a few days ago. Tossed her out. Officially. They say that the whole pack knows this.” For a moment I don’t hear anything. Just the sound of blood in my ears. He did it. He actually did it. I turn away, suddenly incapable of keeping my expression neutral. Maya watches me quietly for a moment and then, mercifully, says nothing else.

Jessica was shocked out of her blues as she was surprised to see all the hot trending topics about herself and Dylan online, as she had a lot of followers too because of the fact that her father is a billionaire and many people love following her family's page online just to know what was up with them. "My goodness! What are all these?" Jessica was staring at all the new trends that were popping up on her phone screen and she clicked on the trend that stated - #I want DY in bed with me. Jessica gasped in shock - "What??" She saw her husband’s leaked videos online, and not only that, a lot of silly women were requesting to have a one-night stand with Dylan and would pay him too to satisfy the

If anyone would understand, it would be her. “There’s a video,” I said quietly. “Of me. A private video I made for Damon when we were together. Serena got it from him, and she threatened to leak it unless I quit my job at the Alpha’s mansion.” Chelsea’s eyes widened. “Holy shit. Did she leak it?” I nodded. “Yeah. She did.” “That bitch!” Chelsea grabbed my hand. “Selena, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Do you want me to—” “It’s fine,” I interrupted. “I don’t care.”

“Man, check the news—quickly! The netizens are tearing Bella apart with insults. Don’t let her see it for now!” “What the hell are they saying?” he asked, his voice sharp and cold. On the other end, Daniel hesitated. From the little I knew Daniel, he almost never hesitated unless it was something serious—something that would infuriate Jesse. “It’s bad, Jesse,” Daniel finally said. “Someone leaked photos of Bella at the hospital—pictures of you carrying her into the car. The rumors are spreading like wildfire. You’ve not yet informed the media of the fact that she’s your fiancé. So some—”

Like he finally had control of the narrative again. The leaks began three days later. The first was subtle—a voice note of May, sobbing softly and saying, “I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t know if I’m crazy, or if he’s right.” The caption read: “A woman unraveling… or rehearsing?” It went viral. Then came the photo carousel—May in a tight dress from five years ago, arm-in-arm with an unnamed man at an event. “Climbing ladders or falling in love?”

More certain. More us. And just like that— The cracks didn’t seem so deep anymore. The relief was short-lived. Because the next morning— Jessica stormed into my office, eyes wild. "We have a problem." I shot up from my chair. "What now?" She shoved a tablet in front of me. "Calloway just made his next move." My stomach dropped as I read the headline. "Steele Industries Scandal: Leila Hawke’s Past Under Fire." I exhaled, my fingers tightening around the tablet.

Okay, they sat on a spare chair in the empty room that was supposed to be the office later and we through the book picking good ones and favorites along the way. Alva's phone suddenly rang, she checked it to be her sister and excused herself, "I need to pick this up," "Sure, I'll mark out some by the time you get back," "Okay," She went to the corner and picked up the phone, "Madison what is it?" "Alva, I don't know what to do!" "What do you mean, what happened?" "I went to a party... There is a video that hot leaked an-and—" "What are you saying, I'm not understanding you?"

She was still recovering from the shock of getting a private invitation from Anita Rayne, and now this? “Look,” Anita said with a knowing smile, “I’m not stupid. I know you were the one who leaked those pictures of you and Ethan to the press.” Jessica’s heart skipped. Her smile faltered. “I—what? I didn’t—” “No need to panic.” Anita waved a hand. “I’m not mad about it. If anything, it helped me see that you’re exactly the kind of woman I need in my corner.” Jessica let out a shaky breath, dropping the act. “How did you know?”

James caught Jessica's hand and looked at her, "I came here because I saw the news that you said in the media! Is it true, Jess? Why didn't you tell me before?" Jessica walked towards the sofa in her living room, she started to put on a sad face. Jessica is a smart actress when it comes to things like this. Jessica started to sit down as she lifted her legs up onto the sofa and hugged her legs tightly as if scared. "I-I just don't want you to cancel your collaboration because of me! I know you guys are working on a big project! So I kept it to myself! I-I only found out about it when the video went viral, James! Hik Hik Hik..." while shedding tears of lies.