Jessica Parker Kennedy Leaked Novels & Stories

Mandy’s mother hissed, “photos of you and that assistant of yours will be leaked to the press. You need to fix this.” Jessica’s jaw clenched. Her affair—with her lover, at the Ackerman family’s villa, of all places—had been caught on a security camera. A scandal waiting to explode. Taking a breath to steady herself, she returned to the call. “Miss Morales… why don’t we meet and talk, face to face?” But Serena didn’t hesitate. “Not interested.” Her tone was like a slammed door. Jessica stared at her phone screen after the call ended, her pulse racing, the rage simmering beneath her skin.

Lucas explained “Do you mean they tipped them again for this?” “No, what I meant was someone offered a higher price than mine to re-spread the rumors” “You offered a price for this rumor in the first place?” chock was visible on his brother’s face “No!” Lucas cut him off evidently, his gaze fell on Jessica and paused a while “I paid the journalist who leaked the picture to bury the rumor” he declared hesitation coating his dark eyes before he added “Before we flew to Paris” Jessica’s eyes nearly fell off her head while Jack didn’t seem to get the hang of what had happened

"My phone is exploding. The New York Post, Bloomberg, Vogue... Vennessa, they leaked the entire thing. Page fourteen is trending number one globally on T*****r." ​Vennessa sank into the cushions, pulling her knees to her chest as a fresh wave of exhaustion threatened to pull her under. "It was Claire," she whispered, her voice cracked and hollow. "Claire found out, or she helped someone leak it. But Lily... that's not even the worst part." ​"What could possibly be worse than the entire world knowing your marriage is a five-million-dollar PR stunt?" Lily asked, sitting down beside her and handing her the warm mug of tea.

Even without touching, we were close enough to feel each other’s warmth. “And apparently I chose the right person to leak the information to. Take a look at this,” he told me. Azrael dropped a dossier into my hands. It was an investigation report, the kind of document that fact-finding underlings compiled for their alphas. The pages fluttered, but I’d already recognised the name and familiar photo across the top: JESSICA PARK, NÉE JEONG. My heart sank, even though I’d already guessed Damien had somehow gotten my old friend to spy on me. But a quick ruffle through the dossier told me the full story.

"It feels surreal." "He planned everything," I said. "And he expected the world to keep dancing to his tune." Tyler glanced toward the window, then back at me. Before either of us could speak again, my phone buzzed. It was not Jake this time, it was an unknown number. I answered. "Mr. McKenzie." A woman’s voice, professional and precise. "This is Officer Dana Reyes. I’m calling to inform you that a person of interest in an ongoing investigation has been detained at JFK. We’ll need formal statements from you and your husband at your earliest convenience."

"You left your password lying around for anyone to see?" "It was a mistake," I said, my voice trembling with fear. "I didn't think anyone would…" "You didn't think?" he interrupted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You didn't think that someone might want to steal a confidential file and sabotage the Kang Jin deal?" "I'm sorry," I said, my voice cracking with emotion. "I didn't realize…" "It's too late for apologies, Kayla," he said, his voice cold and distant. "The file has been leaked, the deal is in jeopardy, and you're about to go to jail."

An email signed by both the president and the defence minister approving the strike on the delta wing of the military was then leaked to the media. “I am telling you that someone hacked my email. If you don’t know how to do your job, find me someone who can” the president responded angrily. His life had turned upside down overnight, the only persons who could have been able to exonerate him was his late friend he was accused of killing. He could not even tell people that he suspected Aziza of all the murders because he would have to incriminate himself and divulge his involvement in her aunt’s shooting, her cousin’s hit and run, Steve’s parents home bombing, her abduction and indirectly the

In the heat of that room, with my skin flushed against his, he could prove to himself that I was real and that I wasn't going to vanish into the lowlands again. The next morning, my comms unit chirped. It was Jessa. "Brooke Caldwell actually did it. She posted a public confession on the pack network. Claimed she 'accidentally' leaked the Westline Holdings intel." I pulled up the feed immediately. It was exactly as I feared. Brooke hadn't apologized; she had martyred herself. "She’s playing the long game," I muttered, scrolling through the comments. The pack members were already rallying behind her. Brooke is too loyal, one post read. She’s taking the fall so the new scout doesn't lose his po

I could be sexting Ripley, though, so maybe I would just walk out of here and leave Kennedy to stew in her misery. She rolled her eyes at me. “I thought you’d be nicer since we both shared a similar experience.” “What, we both got shot at by your dad? Or not your dad, since he’s too big of a fucking coward to do it himself and hires people to do his dirty work.” She looked at her finger nails like I was boring her, but I knew it wouldn’t have been easy finding out your dad put a price on your head. It almost made me pity her. The news had been leaked a few weeks ago. Maybe she leaked it herself, because it did make the public like her a bit more. A tiny fucking bit, but still. Every little b