Katherine Mcnamara Leaked Novels & Stories

“You managed me.” He met my stare. “I did both. Because if I didn’t, you’d be crucified in headlines by now.” I stepped back. “And what does that make me? Your campaign?” “No,” he said. “My priority.” “Not the same thing.” The war room fell quiet as Marcus entered. He handed Damon a folder. “I traced the source of the leak.” Damon opened it slowly. His eyes scanned the top name, then darkened. “Kellerman?” Marcus nodded. “He’s been feeding breadcrumbs through a proxy in Geneva. Took a silent payout two weeks ago.”

She glanced at each of us, and I immediately knew something was wrong. "Kathleen?" Kimberly asked, voice tight with concern. "What’s going on?" Kathleen took a shaky breath, bracing herself. "I found out who leaked the story to the press." Her voice trembled. "It was Harry." Kimberly’s face went blank. "Harry? Who’s Harry?" She sounded as confused as the rest of us. Kathleen looked at Kimberly, then at me, before answering. "That guy from work—the one I brought over to our place." She grimaced, clearly wrecked with guilt.

"But... it's..." "What?" Knight shouted irritably. He heard his secretary take a deep breath before speaking again, "It's a leaked video... of you, and I think, Kate..." Knight's eyebrows suddenly shot up, confused. Leaked video? What did she mean? And who was Kate? "Can you just take care of it! I don't know what the hell you're talking about, don't fucking ruin my day!" he snapped and hung up the call. He had no time for this.

And just like that, every camera was pointed up at the balcony at me. I thought you said your firm had this locked down.” Williams gave Clara a look. She scowled back at him, made three phone calls in quick succession—two of them in Spanish—and then turned back to my head of security. “The leak didn’t come from us.” Her eyes darted toward Kiara and me. “It came from your boyfriend, with the help of Julian. He wants to tarnish your image.” Kaira's answer was barely more than a whisper. “My ex.”

A little sister in a hospital bed who still needed the next six months of private care. I couldn’t leave. But God—I wanted to. — In the morning, I expected the silence. But what I didn’t expect was Naomi standing in my doorway, arms folded, a tabloid in her hand. “The leak dropped,” she said flatly. I sat up too fast. “What leak?” She held it out. My face. Splashed across the front of the screen like a warning label. “Billionaire Kingsley’s Wife Linked to Scandal with Ex-Felon. Secret Past?”

Not because he actually wanted me. Last night had confused everything. The angry passion against the window. The way he’d touched me. The way I’d responded. But this morning, reality crashed back. This was still an arrangement. Still business. And now my past was threatening to destroy the carefully constructed narrative we’d built. “Who do you think leaked them?” Xander asked. “Genevieve. It has to be. She had access to my old F******k before I deleted everything. She must have saved these years ago, waiting for the right moment to use them.”

“A gross misuse of power is what you did when you thought no one would connect the port bid to the private meetings you held with a foreign investor in exchange for kickbacks.” A few people shifted in their seats. I turned to the next file and let my eyes rest on Mrs. Okafor. “She gets to keep her face very still,” I said, “but she was the one who leaked the internal projections.” Mrs. Okafor’s mouth tightened. “You can’t possibly prove that.” I smiled faintly. “You forwarded the files from an unencrypted personal device under your daughter’s name. Which, by the way, was... foolish.” I set the folder down.

The words didn’t make sense at first, the way words sometimes didn’t when they arrived too fast and too wrong at the same time. “Milly, are you there?” Nancy’s voice was tinny through the speaker. “Say something.” “I’m here.” “Someone leaked documents overnight. Adoption records, they’re saying, sealed ones. It’s everywhere. Every outlet has it now.” Declan was already off the bed, phone pressed to his ear, voice low and clipped. “Adrian, I need everything pulled together in the next ten minutes. Who leaked it, where it originated, all of it.” I sat frozen on the edge of the mattress, the television playing without sound now because I couldn’t stand to hear the anchor’s voice explaining my o

She opened her phone and handed it to them. Stella took the phone and placed it between her and Grace so they could read it. “I already checked the internet, news blogs, and news stations, but there is no video circulating about my personal life. So I intend to go see her,” Lucy said. “But first, I need to know—was there any leak? Did Miss Sheffield Chartlan’s file leak, or did any of you say anything to anyone about her?” Lucy asked. “No, Ma’am. I know how highly confidential our work is. I didn't speak to anyone about anything,” Stella replied.

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.”