Jessie Sims Leaked Novels & Stories

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

I said in an impassive tone, loosening my fists. Christian clenched his jaws, sneering at me. The sudden build of tension was soon dissipated when several phones chimed at once. I looked at Jackson and he pulled out his phone. “The details about Beta Carys’ trail in AAC have been leaked on the internet,” Jackson whispered. I looked at the reporters, then at Joshua and Edith.

Jace’s phone rang again. Caller ID: Unknown. He answered. “Where is she?” No voice. Just a pre-recorded message. “Turn on Channel 7. Midnight. The truth deserves an audience.” We both froze. A broadcast? Inez barged in moments later, her face pale. “Boss, we picked up chatter—she’s planning to leak everything. The drive… she’s going public.” My mind raced. If Camille released the contents of that drive, every dirty deal, every confidential operation, every name tied to our syndicate—our family—would be exposed.

“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.”

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.”

**Chapter 103: Exposed** The video was everywhere. By morning, every major news outlet, gossip site, and social media platform had clipped, slowed down, or looped the most damning segments. My voice—breathy, broken, crying out “Daddy, please”—played on repeat. The sound of leather striking skin. The wet, obscene rhythm of Damien fucking me from behind. My tear-streaked face twisted in pleasure and surrender. #VossBDSM leaked. #DaddysGoodGirl trended worldwide. Memes. Reaction videos. Late-night hosts making jokes. Religious groups calling for my children to be taken away. Feminist commentators debating whether I was empowered or brainwashed.

"If we leak it publicly before the police act, Moore could sue us for defamation if anything is unverified." "Do it!" Lisa screamed. "Burn it down, Maya!" Grey walked out the front door of Number 40. A sleek black town car was idling in the driveway. A driver held the back door open. Tessy was already inside, waiting. Grey looked at his own house next door. It looked empty, abandoned. He felt a wave of crushing defeat. Suddenly, Tessy’s phone began to ring. Inside the car, Tessy frowned, answering the call. "Father? We’re just leav—" She stopped. Her face went slack. "What do you mean, 'trending'?"

“Now, go with your parents and tell them clearly what you did three years ago, then apologize to me.” Lalisa pointed to Tombasta with Mr. Ace Grayson, looking at her coldly said, “Otherwise, I will make this recording public so everyone can see the true face of the goddess of Entertainment.” “...” “Your voice is very special. You can immediately recognize it when you hear it.” Lalisa was forced to the limit. “...” Jinx completely fell into a fog, instinctively looking towards Jayce Sherwood for help. “Jayce” It was better not to look. Jinx only discovered that Jayce Sherwood didn’t look at her at all.

But Leah still didn't want to let go of her hand, while Adrian, who was trying to chase Leah, was even hindered by reporters who suddenly surrounded him because there was one reporter who yelled out of nowhere and said that Adrian was Leah's secret affair. "Don't leave me, Jess! Explain to me what happened to you?!” Leah asked, struggling to get to her feet. Jessica looked at Leah with a look that Leah couldn't understand, "Listen to me carefully, if you still care about me, forget about your plan to expose about tax evasion, fictitious companies, and money laundering that Jerome did!" Jessica said, her lips trembling.

"Three of them just resigned. They received dossiers on their personal lives that shouldn't exist. Things that were buried decades ago. And things they claim they never did." Jessica sat in the high-backed leather chair, a crystal glass of bourbon in her hand. She was the picture of terrifying calm amidst Lila’s storm. "The market is reacting to the noise. It will stabilize." "It's not just noise, Jessica!" Lila snapped, turning on her. "Have you seen what's in the data leaks? It's not just financial. It's architectural. The system is showing us our own cages. It's letting us look at the bars."