Jordan Beckham Leak Novels & Stories

“So this is what he meant when he said he was going to make us famous.” “Make who famous?” Hayden asked, walking over to the table and grabbing a bottle of water. “Don’t tell me. Is it Troy again?” Jared nodded, turning the screen toward them. “Yes.” “Before I even look at it,” Beck said, his voice tensing as he walked over, “how bad is it? Did he leak our nudes or something?” Myla stood from the mat and walked over quickly. “How bad is it?” Jared shook his head slowly. “It’s… not the worst thing he’s done.”

Beckham said in a ghastly tone, “Hmph! You’ve underestimated Eden Joy, Master Yarde. What you’ve experienced now is but the tip of an iceberg!” Kayson was unbothered. “I’m not interested. I loathe the way Eden Joy deals with things.” Beckham heaved a sigh and sounded disappointed. “It seems that you’re determined to go against Eden Joy, Master Yarde?” “Ah, I suppose you can take it that way.” The disappointment in Beckham’s expression turned into somberness instantly. He said in a regretful tone, “If that’s the case, I shall take your lives here tonight…”

Skyler said, “I think you should call President Jewell and have him fire Heather.” Eliza found it funny. Would Chester fire Heather for her sake? It was ridiculous. After entering the lounge, Eliza took out her phone and went into her Whatsapp. She sent a message: [Leak Heather’s scandal.] The person replied: [Are you sure? Heather is a new star that Felix Media is boosting. She has a strong backing. If something goes wrong now, Felix Media will most likely not let it slide.] Eliza: [Are you scared?] The reply came: [Ha, no. Since you said so, I’ll leak the news.]

Then Jackson’s voice, which had been a low current in the room all day, rose with a new, sharp tone. “We have a breaking alert,” he said. “A major national network has just announced they will air the leaked files tonight in full unless we issue a court injunction by five p.m.” The room inhaled as if a storm had arrived. Elena’s hands found Damian’s and held them like an anchor. Thenational network’s banner crawled across the monitor with the headline — *TONIGHT: LEAKED ARCHIVE TO AIR IN FULL — 8 PM —*

“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.”

Today is going to be a good day. Today, the first one is going to fall. Mark Duke. It just so happened that someone leaked the evidence of him selling confidential information about the Ashford Global to not only several competitors but also leaking companies' tips for winning contracts. Perhaps whatever punishment falls on his back will not be as severe as I'd like, but after Levy went over all of his digital work and hasn't found anything worse, I was ready to settle for this. Someone needed to start paying for what happened to Jackson, and it's easy enough not to be traced back to me.

She handed him the phone with shaking fingers. His jaw tightened as he scrolled. “He’s launching a smear campaign.” Grace swallowed hard. “There’s more.” She opened a video link. A shaky, grainy clip filled the screen—old footage. Too old. Her voice echoed faintly from years ago, stripped of context. “If I ever told the truth, it would destroy everything.” Grace’s vision blurred. “That was taken out of a private therapy session. I was talking about my fear—my trauma.” Jordan slammed his palm against the steering wheel. “He leaked it.”

"Apparently someone leaked photos of her doing coke at a party last semester. They're everywhere—Twitter, I*******m, the works. Her sorority is talking about kicking her out." My stomach dropped. I immediately texted Marcus: Tell me you didn't. Didn't what? The photos of Amber. With drugs. What photos? Don't play dumb. Did you leak them? A long pause. Then: We need to talk. In person. "No, we need to talk now," I muttered, calling him. He answered quickly. "It's not what you think." "You leaked damaging photos of her!" "I didn't leak anything. I may have mentioned to certain people that those photos existed. What they chose to do with that information is on them."

KENDRICK'S POV The profound joy coursing through me was indescribable, and Becca must have noticed because she tilted her head but held a blank expression. "Why are you so happy? Did your girlfriend whisper sweet nothings in your ears?" Eww, Lewis whispering sweet nothings? That was the grossest thing ever. Telling her the person who called was Lewis might end up exposing myself. After all, my wife just told me not to get involved in her business, so I better be discreet.

“I never tried to destroy his fucking relationship.” “No,” I said softly. “You just watched me do it.” That shut him up. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then Blake looked away first. “You leaked the photo?” I hesitated because I didn't but I’d made sure the right person saw them on the balcony that night and made sure rumors had somewhere to grow. “I didn’t think it would get this bad,” I said finally. That was the first honest thing I’d said all day. Blake laughed once, humorless. “You put two emotionally constipated football prodigies under public scrutiny and expected them not to explode?”