Jessica Parker Kennedy Leaked Novels & Stories

she warned. "Bring it on; I look forward to it." I hung up the phone before she did, my mood plunging deeper: Kent was right; the video was leaked by Leila, not Jared. But for me, there's no difference anymore. They are both bad fruits that sprung from the same tree “I’m sorry for dragging you into this.” I apologized. “What do you mean dragging me into this?” "Bringing you along with me... You lost face..." My voice was low; regardless of how much I tried to control it, the sorrowful emotions still leaked out.

Jessica had her arms around him, her head on his chest. I wanted to scream as the headline flashed in bold. "Business Mogul Blake Caught Cozy with Ex-Girlfriend After Scandal With Wife." The reporter’s voice came through loud and clear. “It seems like the storm hasn’t only hit Jasmine, the woman involved in the leaked video scandal. New photos show her husband Blake in an intimate moment with none other than Jessica Walker, his former girlfriend as they walked out of the club at 2am after having drunk to stupor and enjoyed themselves. The picture, which has now gone viral, shows the two sharing walking out of the nightclub.”

Like I’m…someone. But that’s the problem, isn’t it? I’m not someone. I’m Parker Simon. Executive assistant. Sister of one of their oldest friends. Single mom to two six-year-olds who are going to wake up tomorrow needing cereal and clean socks and someone to help them build an arctic fox diorama for science week. I can’t afford this kind of risk. And then there’s the leak. I hadn’t even seen it until I checked my phone on the subway—some gossipy little blog with a grainy thumbnail, the headline teasing a “scandalous moment” caught on audio between VT’s upper brass and an unnamed woman.

First, I needed to find out who leaked those photos. I stormed over to my desk and opened my laptop. If someone leaked those photos, I was going to find out who. My fingers flew across the keyboard as I hacked into the anonymous account that first posted the pictures. It didn’t take long to break through the weak security. Jessica. My eyes narrowed. Jessica. Hold on, I remembered her niece attended Amore’s school. She must have been there yesterday, watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I scrolled through the comments under the post. Most were just gossip, but one account stood out posting nasty remarks, fueling the rumors.

I said as I threw him forward. Kennedy comes down from the podium and stands in front of the technician. “SPEAK!” He commanded. “I was told to play this when you started talking about human trafficking. I didn’t know what was on it.” “WHO TOLD YOU TO PLAY IT?” “He went by Sir.” “Son of a bitch.” Jett growled. “Where is my brother and sister-in-law?” Suddenly, the screen behind Kennedy and Jett turns on. Like it was hacked or something. On the screen is Jasper. How the fuck is he getting a signal from a cell? Is he still in the dungeon.

Inbox: (1) Unread Subject line: “Hello, Mr. Kingsley. I think you dropped these.” His brow furrows. He clicks. And his world begins to tilt. A series of files appear—attached like blades. Nathan Kingsley Arrested for Drug Possession – 2007 Kingsley Trust Quietly Funds Private Rehab Facility in Geneva Confidential Testimony – Unsealed Counseling Notes Old headlines. Buried court documents. Leaked therapy notes. His breath halts. The cursor hovers over one entry in particular, Joan: Private Memorial (Restricted). “No…” His heart pounds.

Jessica, who had been standing in silence, finally spoke. “It’s all over the news,” she said softly, pulling out her phone and scrolling through the headlines. “What is?” Ivy asked, stepping closer to look at the screen. Jessica handed the phone to her daughter, her hands still shaking. “The arrests. Rose Kendrick and her lover, Dr. Parker, have been arrested. It’s everywhere—kidnapping attempted murder, and more. They’ve finally been exposed.” The room fell into a stunned silence as everyone absorbed the news. Ryan, still reeling from the betrayal of his mother, felt a hollow ache settle in his chest.

Because she wasn’t hiding anymore. She was declaring war. Jessica sat hunched over her laptop, screens flashing with encrypted data. Thousands of documents, financial records, black-budget allocations, intelligence memos. Everything they had gathered. Everything Monroe had given them. Michael stood near the window, gun in hand, watching the street below. Lena sat at the center of it all, her mind calculating the next move. Jessica exhaled. “Okay, just to be clear—we’re about to leak everything?” Lena nodded. “Everything.”

Sounding anxious, Xavier quickly voiced his concern, "Ada Kingsley's wedding site decor at KS World Hotel has been leaked on Twitter. It's circulating and topping the trending topics." Jasper's eyes twitched as he inquired, "Do we know which media outlet is responsible for this?" "It's a verified media account!" "They're asking for trouble by leaking things they shouldn't!" Jasper remarked, his expression darkening. "W-Will that affect Madam?" Xavier inquired with worry.