Jordan Beckham Leak Novels & Stories

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."

there was barely any life to the way I sounded. “We have news regarding the leak. We’ve traced down the source and I don’t think the leak is someone you know sir,” My secretary, Tania said to me on the phone. “Go on, give the name.” “Matthew Simons. That was the leak’s name, he leaked the footage anonymously online that got to several blogs to repost and publish about.” Matthew Simons? She was right to think it’s someone I don’t know because I don’t think I’ve ever heard that name before.

"Don't play dumb. These leaks are too perfect to be internet handwork. Did you leak Jessica's affair? Did you expose my father?" I met her eyes directly and made sure not to blink. "No." "Damien…" "Eva, I didn't leak anything. I woke up to the same notifications as you did. I'm just as surprised as you are." It wasn't technically a lie. I didn't leak anything. Roman did. Well, not Roman but Romos with over 50 million followers across the globe did and news outlets picked it up. She searched my face, clearly not convinced by my words. "You swear you had nothing to do with this?"

a voice yelled, loud and strong overshadowing the rest of the other voice. Maya’s body went still, her eyes wide in shock as she heard the question. “Don’t take the bait,” I said through gritted teeth, keeping a warm smile on my face as I waved to the cameras. Noah Beck, the slimy son of a nobody, had leaked the information to the press. How shameless could he be? From the corner of my eyes, I noticed Serena James; our PR strategist rushing towards us with a plastic smile on her face. “You have to address the journalist. Keeping quiet will only mean that he has won,” she muttered in a low tone.

even have the nerve to look me in the eye. Beckham was saying something just then about how we’d all lost our V-cards now, and this time, when I returned my stare to them, there were no nervous attempts at trying to explain what really happened. I chuckled, linking my arm with Sam’s, purposely moving away from my locker as I did, and towards him. “Seriously guys, it was nothing special,” I started, trying to make my voice as chirpy as possible. I stared directly at Carson now, my lips curled into a smirk as I added, “it was just a plain, ole, boring fuck.” The reddening of his face was as instant as the ‘oohs’ of his friends who patted him on the back. But only difference was that it wa

i paused, it was hard. Jeda had been my best friend for many years, hurting her was the worse thing i could have done, and she had every right to spill my toxicity to the media. "As for my engagement with the Beckhams, let the public ask questions from there. I'll be ready." She jotted everything down on her pad and nodded. "I like the angle, so, after this, i would like to set up some customary photoshoot featuring you and your new girl, so they can go on covers of magazines.

And why was everyone texting her? She opened a voicemail from Kyle and she nearly peed on herself upon listening. ‘MJ, I’ve been trying to reach you all day, where are you? Have you seen today’s paper?’ They are probably covering more on the Jackson and the mayor issue. MJ thought. ‘... there’s a four-page article covering Jorge’s shooting and his affair with Caroline Becker, and their sex tape has been leaked.’ NO. MJ felt the blood drain from her face as she played the next voicemail.

Chapter Nine: Leaked Soren’s phone wouldn’t stop vibrating. He sat on the edge of his couch, his elbows on his knees while staring at the coffee table where his screen kept lighting up with new notifications. Every major sports outlet had picked up the story. The leaked messages, some explicit, some unexpectedly tender were splashed across headlines in bold font. “Calder & Draven: From Rivals to Lovers — Explicit Texts Revealed” One message in particular was everywhere:

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