Kayla Lauren Leaks Novels & Stories

It even showed when we kissed, when we laughed and our fun moment together. "I know you wish for me to die so you can get my husband to yourself but too bad, I already found a donor and I will be getting my surgery very soon. And I will be coming back to the country very soon. Enjoy it while it lasts." The message read and it was from Lauren. My hands shook and my phone fell from my hand. "What is it? Is something wrong?" Caden asked me but my gaze was just on the floor and I was speechless. Lauren has been spying on me and knowing every of my movements and I never knew about it.

He stared at me apologetically, and got up to address his guests. A moment later, she occupied Declan's vacant seat and stretched out a hand towards me. "Hi, I'm Cassandra Jones." She said it and paused for a bit, probably waiting for me to recognize the last name. I smirked internally, happy that the name didn't ring any bells. Leah one, Cassandra zero. I eyed the hand, but took it anyway, wanting to scope out the enemy. "I'm Leah Garcia." "Oh, so you're the writer," she said, like it was a bad thing. She might've as well said, 'oh so you're the low-life'.

Because after everything— After the chaos, the pressure, the scandal— He was still choosing her openly. Still standing beside her. Still refusing to let go. A sudden notification sound interrupted the moment. Lucas glanced at his tablet again before groaning quietly. “It keeps getting worse.” Alexander looked up sharply. “What now?” Lucas hesitated. Then— “Someone leaked old photos of Amara from her social media.” Amara froze instantly. “What?” Lucas looked uncomfortable now. “People are reposting them everywhere.” Her stomach dropped painfully. The internet digging through her personal life suddenly felt deeply violating.

' I just laughed at their banter about their daughters, though it made me crave that future. Aura and I have kept contact with Blaine and Lainee through our shared link and I even opened one with Cleo. Once I'd remembered I was able to do it with Jacob, Ryan, and even Cristian, I opened a link with her. She said it had to be some crazy warrior thing, leading me to become more curious with what comes with being a Black Moon member. I haven't confronted Tate yet about my curiosity, only Blaine and Lainee. They told me to ask Tate's mother, who was apparently a keeper for the council and kept all their documents and books. She knew all the history.

[Kylan Kingsley will hold a Press Conference at ten AM to address rumours of his involvement with his student.] Ava’s heart slammed hard against her ribs as she read the caption on one of the news pages. What was Kylan thinking? Was he the one who leaked the real photo and exposed himself? Ava’s stomach twisted and turned this way and that. This was a disaster. “Ma’am… I don’t think it’s a good idea to go to campus right now,” Austin remarked as he drove the car towards Bellmount University.

“Stay close to him tonight. I don’t trust this city.” A tech reporter, all slick hair and clipboard, approached. “Kayla Reed, right?” he said, his pen poised. “TMZ’s still buzzing about that ultrasound leak (September 2027). Care to comment?” My heart skipped, but I forced a laugh, echoing the press tour (November 2027). “Old news, fabricated drama,” I said, my voice steady. “Nexus is the story tonight.” He smirked, jotting notes. “Fans on X aren’t buying it. They’re saying, ‘Kayla’s baby’s real!’” I shrugged, my smile tight. “Let them talk.” He wandered off, but his words stung, Elise’s shadow looming—her ultrasound leak, her gala taunt. Was she here, watching?

‘Slap’ Harder. The second slap echoed louder than the first. Liana’s head snapped again. This time she didn’t turn back right away. She pressed her palm to her cheek, wincing. Under her breath, she muttered curses and ugly words. Words sisters weren’t supposed to say to each other. “Who told you all this, Liana?” Kayla demanded. Her voice shook with anger and something worse. Fear. “Who fed you these lies?” Liana finally looked up. She lifted her chin, defiant. Smug. “Who wouldn’t know, sis? Your news is everywhere. Trending. ‘Ryder Moreno’s mistress miscarries.’ ‘Hotel receipts leaked.’ ‘Call boy scandal.’ You’re internet famous now. Congratulations.”

she warned. "Bring it on; I look forward to it." I hung up the phone before she did, my mood plunging deeper: Kent was right; the video was leaked by Leila, not Jared. But for me, there's no difference anymore. They are both bad fruits that sprung from the same tree “I’m sorry for dragging you into this.” I apologized. “What do you mean dragging me into this?” "Bringing you along with me... You lost face..." My voice was low; regardless of how much I tried to control it, the sorrowful emotions still leaked out.

"President Lauren of La La Entertainment is currently engaged to the princess of the Cooper family, Amelia Cooper." "Fuck! Who is giving those rubbish information out? I need you to find the fellow who released those bunch of nonsense and take them out of the internet." "I am working on it, though they are using a good hacker, by tomorrow I should be able to take it off." "Good! I have one more thing to ask for." "What is it?" "I need you to help me look for who is behind it, I have two suspects, Sharon and Leah, so I need that information as well."

My name and theirs were everywhere, hashtags and gossip headlines flooding every feed. Mira Leigh: Between the Reeve Brothers. Cade Reeve and Model Kimberly Call It Quits Following Runway Drama. Fans speculate the breakup links back to the viral backstage moment. The last one almost made me laugh, except nothing about it was funny. Then Lauren called. “Don’t say a word,” she instructed. “We’ll handle the mess. Your job is to show up tonight flawless.” The line went dead. I stared at my reflection, hair still messy from sleep, and wondered what “flawless” even looked like when your private life had become morning entertainment.