Novel & Cerita Jessica Alba Leaks

“What was that about? Why were they asking about my mark?” Dr. Evelyn’s expression shifted. “Ah. You haven’t seen the news, then.” She hesitated, then pulled her phone out of her pocket and began tapping on the screen. “I’m afraid someone leaked some… personal information about you.” She held her phone out toward me, and I took it with shaking hands. The headline on the screen made my blood run cold. “ALPHA ALEXANDER’S SECRET SHAME: LUNA ELLA REMAINS UNMARKED AFTER FIVE YEARS?”

Jessica said slowly. "That's good. I think a week of peace is already enough time for them. It's time to give them something they do not expect coming." "Yeah." Jessica agreed. "Something that's just as evil as the thoughts they have for other innocent people, or maybe even worse." "Do you have something in your mind? Or do you need suggestions?" "Actually, I do have something in mind. I want to get the names of their shareholders and leak it to the media." Angela whistled lowly, moving her gaze around the room. Jessica was always a step ahead in everything.

“But you also got me.” I laughed through my tears. “You’re such a sap.” “Only for you.” We stared at each other. And even with threats pressing against the glass windows of his world, I believed him. The Plan… “We leak it first,” Liam said the next morning. I blinked. “Excuse me?” “We release the information. The files Jessica stole. The emails Grant sent Victoria. The shell company evidence from Edward King.” “Won’t that backfire?” “It might. But not if we control the timing. We reveal it as a confession—a full exposé. Transparency over the scandal.”

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.

“Take us back. I’m not attending.” Mike wanted to say something, but instead, he started the engine. Then, as if he’d just remembered, he handed me a brown parchment envelope. “These are the photos you asked for, Xavier. Proof of Alpha Caleb and Frost’s affair. And… the test results came in too. Miss Clara’s optic nerves show zero damage. She recovered completely.” I opened the envelope. Caleb and that ugly woman, kissing like starving animals. And then the report. “So she isn’t blind.” I raised an eyebrow.

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?”