Jessie Sims Leaked Novels & Stories

just want to forget everything that has happened and talking about it won’t help” I explained to him and I watched him calm down. “I am sorry Jess, I didn’t know you felt that way” he looked guilty and that hurt me. “Uhm I need some fresh, I will be back soon “ I said and quickly left the room before anyone could stop me. JESSICA’S POV After I left the hotel, I immediately went to a supermarket to get a prepaid sim card. Of course I will not send the video with my sim card, I can’t risk being exposed. I put the sim card in my phone and I stared at the video. I was about press send but I couldn’t. My hands began trembling and my heart racing. This is not who I am. I wanted to stop my

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.

Jessica knew Hannah very well, so she looked at Hannah with amusement and said, "Aren't you here to see me? Tell me, what trouble have you caused?" "Jessica, have you seen the trending topic on Twitter?" Hannah asked after looking for the proper words. "Of course, what about it?" Jessica looked at Hannah with confusion. "Here's the thing. I asked Mr. Davison. He said that Lucas did it, so I went to settle the score with him." Hannah's voice got even lower. "Then, I accidentally leaked the fact that you had a crush on Lucas in junior high." With that, Jessica was lost for words.

But as the doors opened to his floor, a woman’s laugh—low, sultry—stopped me cold. I stepped into the glass-walled office, my sneakers silent on the polished floor. Justin sat at his desk, his navy shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his face tense. A woman leaned over him, her blonde hair cascading, her tight dress accentuating her slim frame. She touched his arm, her voice honeyed. “Justin, we could be so good together,” she purred, her fingers lingering. My blood boiled—she was the leaker, the one who’d haunted us since 2025, her face now revealed, her green eyes predatory. She’s the one—Xiamond, the texts, the leaks, I realized, my heart pounding. The cryptic messages, the hospital shot, the

“So what are you going to do?” “I don’t know.” “You have to tell Simon.” “And say what?” Chelle laughed bitterly through tears. “That I’ve been sexting his brother? And I’m more comfortable with Simon because I thought he already knew who I was? Think about it—who wants to be with a fucking pornstar?” Daisy sighed. “I knew nothing good would come out of that stupid job.” Chelle’s head snapped up. “Stupid job?”

Because after everything— After the chaos, the pressure, the scandal— He was still choosing her openly. Still standing beside her. Still refusing to let go. A sudden notification sound interrupted the moment. Lucas glanced at his tablet again before groaning quietly. “It keeps getting worse.” Alexander looked up sharply. “What now?” Lucas hesitated. Then— “Someone leaked old photos of Amara from her social media.” Amara froze instantly. “What?” Lucas looked uncomfortable now. “People are reposting them everywhere.” Her stomach dropped painfully. The internet digging through her personal life suddenly felt deeply violating.

Every time my worst moments flash on screen—hotel hallway, shaking hands, old audio of me slurring through a backstage pep talk—I grip the armrest hard enough to make my fingers ache. Every time Angelo’s emails scroll alongside contracts. Every time a line from my leaked song syncs perfectly with some ugly truth on the screen. The comments go insane. #LunaOwnedTheTruth trends. #ArtistsAreNotAssets hits the top five. A clip of me saying “I was nearly sold” gets millions of retweets. Another, where I say “My past isn’t my shame,” becomes a sound under videos of girls ripping up bad deals, quitting toxic jobs, and walking out of casting calls.

"She's throwing Ms. Tessa under the bus too. In one of her videos, she claims Tessa is sick. She's insisting that Tessa is sleeping with you to keep her job." "That's not true!" I thundered, slamming my hands on the desk. "She what?" Bridgette's voice was sharp. Rosa nodded, scrolling through her pad. "I know that, but the public doesn't." She passed her pad to Bridgette. "It's in the second part of her big reveal. It leaked a few minutes ago." Bridgette gritted her teeth the longer she read. "This is trash. They're dragging Tessa's name through the mud. The public is calling her out."

Beauty took a shaky breath, and finally, unable to contain it any longer, the dam broke. "I... I am sorry Jessie, it's just ... . I am shamelessly jealous of you. That he liked you back, I am sorry. I shouldn't feel that way. He is never mine...not like it could ever be possible. You are beautiful and all that, and I am not a competition" she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. Jessie was speechless, her expression softened instantly. She had been expecting drama, of course but didn't expect her to be this hurt.

Mila stepped forward, leaning closer to her microphone. Her voice was warm, confident, and perfectly professional, completely commanding the room. "My name is Mila Santiago," she stated proudly. "Up until an hour ago, I was a junior sports agent at Prime Sports Agency. And yes, the photograph that is about to be leaked at midnight is real. It features myself and Jax Kingston in a private, consensual moment." The media room exploded into shouting. Questions were being yelled from every direction. Did you break league rules? Did you sleep with him for a contract?