Joey Fisher Leaks Novels & Stories

She reaches for my hand again, but I pull it back slightly, dread pooling in my stomach. “Dre… TJ didn’t leak it.” I stare at her. “What are you talking about?” “TJ was the guy in the video, yeah. He’s getting in serious trouble for recording without consent. But he wasn’t the one who sent it out to everyone.” She takes a deep breath. “The person who confessed to leaking the tapes… it was Luke.”

"You're coming with me to the office. Until I know exactly how far this sudden attack goes, you're not leaving my sight." She didn't argue. She simply nodded, falling into step beside me as we walked towards the private elevator. When we reached the main lobby of my company three hours later, my secretary rushed over, holding a tablet with a pale face. "Mr. Kingsley, you need to see this," she said quickly, handing the screen to me. "Milan Rojer just leaked an interview to three major news networks." I tapped the screen. A video played of Milan sitting in a broadcast studio, a smug smile plastered across his face.

'Kidney failure'. The gavel trembles in his grip. “Doctor Fisher.” The room freezes. “You preyed on the desperate. Lied to the dying. 'Profited' from pain.” Calloway’s voice cracks. Rare. “But this court? It doesn’t 'forget'.” Fisher stands. “Your Honor, I—” “'Fifteen years'.” The gavel falls. 'Crack'. Cheers. Sobs. Cameras flash. Voss gathers her papers. Cold satisfaction. Fisher’s lawyer flees.

With that, Jay continued, "Zoe and I have come to issue a direct response regarding a recent leak. We will answer all questions concerned, but before that, I must explain the specific circumstances of our marriage. And for that, I ask for the room to stay calm." The room became even more silent at his words—even the overexcited journalists had to stop themselves from saying what was on the tip of their tongues and wait for them to speak. Jay inhaled deeply and said, "The information of the leaks is true." The room erupted into an uproar, and the journalists were eager to pester him with questions.

“Boss, we’re all loyal here. Whoever’s been talking to the cops… they’re not one of us.” Leo’s gaze flicked to Connor, and his lips curled into a grim smile. “Loyalty isn’t just about words, Connor. It’s about actions. And someone here’s been very disloyal.” Reaching into his jacket pocket, Leo pulled out a phone and placed it on the table. “This is how it’s going to go. I’ve got a list of information that’s leaked. Dates, times, specifics.” He tapped the screen, bringing up the list. “Each of you is going to explain where you were and what you were doing when these leaks happened.”

"I-I mean, he's the only one aware of my secret that could also help you make your way to the agency." "Hmm." Mitch placed his hand on his chin while looking at me with doubts. "I thought I'd be getting ahead of that guy." He clicked his tongue as he rolled his eyes. Even though Mitch was hesitant, he still agreed with what I wanted, and I quickly got a schedule where I could meet Joey as Lia. Lean was reluctant to give me permission since it'll be a big issue if the media learned of this. It might stain Lia's reputation, but let's not be pessimistic about it. In the end, Lean went with what I wanted. I just hope Joey would feel immense happiness by this.

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?

Jamie looked at them and then at me, quickly bringing out her phone. "Daughter of Jamie Sinclair, Doris Rodriguez's threesome sex video leaked." I read out loud, my eyes never leaving Jamie's eyes. Jamie's leg wobbled as she quickly found herself a seat, her eyes glued to the screen before letting out a loud scream. "What the fuckkkkkk"

The security footage of Joey deliberately spilling the protein shake and blaming me played side by side with her tearful performance outside the exam hall, every detail sharp and clear. "And there's this!" A girl stood up holding her phone in the air. On the screen was a screenshot from the class group chat, with messages Joey had sent last year still right there in the chat history. "What's the point of studying? Eloise can work as hard as she wants. The answers end up being mine anyway." "I can sleep through every class and still place in the top ten. She's basically my free answer machine." Someone had even dug up messages where Joey had bragged to her friends about having a "special abil

“Do you think this will silence the critics?” He leaned forward. “They weren’t watching close enough. But someone was.” Later, in the locker room, champagne flying, music blaring, Maya stepped in quietly. Leo looked up. Everything else disappeared. She walked over. “You were brilliant.” Leo reached out, wrapping her into a hug. “You were the reason I could be.” She pulled back slightly, her voice dropping. “There’s something I need to tell you.” His smile faded. “What is it?” She hesitated. Then whispered, “There’s been a leak.”