Johnny Sins Leak 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.”

“The charges against Darwin Solomon are fabricated.” The journalist raised a brow. “That’s a bold claim.” Fiona nodded. “Because I have proof.” She slid a folder across the table. Inside were documents—leaked messages, forged statements, all tying Sinclair to the fabricated allegations. “This was a calculated attack by Edward Sinclair.” Fiona looked directly into the camera. “And I’m here to expose him.” The journalist’s eyes widened. This was it. The first real strike against Sinclair. The world was about to learn the truth.

But I know I have to. I suck in another deep breath, desperate to steady myself, but it does little to ease the shaking in my chest. My hands clench into fists at my sides, nails biting into my palms as I stare at Jensen, the words clawing up my throat. There’s no easy way to say this. No gentle way to break someone’s trust. So I don’t bother trying to soften it. "I am the leak," I say, my voice cracking halfway through the sentence. Jensen’s expression doesn’t change, not yet, but I can feel the shift in the air between us, like the entire room is holding its breath.

A grateful chuckle had escaped my throat when I saw that the moon was favouring me and instead of taking a little bite, suck a little of her sweet smelling blood and leave, I fucked her. I could remember the night so vividly clear, she was the sweetest I've ever had, no cunt had ever gripped my dick so tightly in that manner, it made me almost lose my principles and standards as King and almost came before her but I refrained. I buried my seed instead of taking her blood and it seemed Draven and Lucian had a similar fucked up story similar to mine. Right now, pinning the guard to the wall, I'm shaking with rage. He should be on guard and not leaving his duty post.

“Well, Selene, I just told my father you’re my girlfriend.” Her brows furrowed. “You what?” “I lied,” I said. “To protect myself. And maybe you too.” Her arms tightened around her hips, her entire body rigid. “You can’t be serious.” “Oh, I’m very serious,” I snapped. “My father doesn’t tolerate shit like this. Random girls in my bed? Half-naked and uninvited? You think he’d let that slide? You think he won’t ask who you are or where you came from?”

The silence after he left was worse than Aaron’s words. Worse than the doubts. Even worse than the public disgrace. Because it felt like the beginning of the end. It felt like I had lost him. I didn't even know why. My phone rang, cutting through the silence. I didn’t want to look at it, but I did. It was Leo. I picked up on the second ring. "Leo—" His voice was sharp. "Damian, I want you to listen carefully.” “What now?" He took a deep breath and said, "I traced part of the metadata in that leak. I found out that there's someone inside—"

Jamie wasn’t there—probably holed up in the creative bullpen with Avery, fielding the fallout from the morning’s interview. Julian didn’t turn when Levi entered. “You saw the coverage.” “Everyone saw it.” Levi closed the door. “I’ve got more.” Julian finally looked at him. Eyes red-rimmed, jaw set. “Tell me.” Levi laid it out—Ethan’s access to Aaron’s files, the inside leak, the long-game revenge. He watched Julian’s face cycle through recognition, guilt, fury. When Levi finished, Julian laughed once—hollow. “I thought I’d buried it. Thought if I just worked hard enough, stayed clean enough…”

Then stared at her name. Alli. Still no reply to his texts from this morning. Or the one from last night. Or the missed calls. She was gone quiet again. And now, thanks to Layla’s perfectly timed emotional I*******m therapy session, Johnny knew the silence wasn’t just about hurt feelings anymore. It was betrayal. Even if it wasn’t true. Even if he hadn’t chosen this. He looked around the shop. The open hood. The busted parts. The smell of rubber and steel.

Jonathan’s smile faltered—just slightly. Lucien continued. “This includes shell accounts, burner communications, and financial ties that predate recent events.” Jonathan’s gaze hardened. “Careful, Lucien.” “No,” Lucien replied calmly. “You should be.” He placed a folder on the table. “You wanted transparency,” Lucien said. “You’re about to get it.” By afternoon, the media was circling. Leaks had surfaced. Carefully timed. Carefully curated. Jonathan was furious. “You promised discretion,” he snapped into his phone.

"My name is Gerald Holt. I'm the senior legal counsel for Sinclair Holdings. I need to inform you that a situation has developed that may affect the terms of your current agreement." My hand tightens on the phone. "What kind of situation?" I ask. "There's been a leak," he says. "Someone outside the clinic knows about the pregnancy. And Mr. Sinclair needs to see you. Tonight.”