Novel & Cerita Kayla Lauren Leaks

They knew he was doing them a favour and could ruin their career with a word from his lips. Smiling, Kiera eased their worries. “One question, only.” Thanks to Jace’s earlier charade, everyone hesitated to speak until one of the ladies took a step forward and cleared her throat. “Ms. Campbell, I am sure you are aware of your sex video leaked all over the internet with you and Mr. Dalton here?” ‘I just found out.” “What do you have to say concerning it? The media wonders if you sold yourself to save your company after your ex-hus…”

Notifications stacked up like a goddamn storm warning. Some group chat. Kayla’s friends. [New Video: “LMAO our girl’s slaying”] [Kayla’s going global] I should’ve deleted it. Instead, I tapped. The screen lit up and my world broke. Kayla. Half-naked. Lying on a sunbed near some kind of pool cabana. Bikini top flung off to the side. Legs spread wide. One man between them, thrusting deep and hard. She was moaning like a pornstar. Loud, unfiltered and completely consumed.

Aiden checks on him and one glance at Luke and Liam tell me that they want to check on their leader too. Guilt and shame burn their way up my chest, coloring my cheeks in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, man. I didn’t mean to burst like that.” Alexander, to my surprise, gives me a small nod. Luke steps forward then, his body almost big enough to shield Alex from my sight. Luke… always the protector. He’s standing in between us to keep me from lunging at Alex again. “It’s too late anyway. Keira’s face has been revealed to the public.” Luke turns to me then as he says his next words. “I think Rina leaked her social media.”

“Get some rest, Selene. We have Mafia business at the Dominion Tower tomorrow. Don't call me again tonight.” “But Tristan—” He cut the line. He drove like a man possessed, unaware that Kyla—Selene—was currently staring at a private investigator’s report that detailed every move I’d made. The next morning, the Crowne Dominion Tower was a hive of buzzing whispers. I felt the eyes on me the moment I stepped off the service elevator. One of the junior analysts pulled me into a side office. “Lyra, you need to see the encrypted pack feed. Someone leaked photos.”

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

“Knew what?” There was a beat of silence. Then Landon whispered it. “He uncovered everything.” A cold slid through me. “Explain.” “He found the archives. The recordings. The accounts. The mayor’s private drives. He’s—he’s leaked them.” The car seemed to shrink around me. “What exactly did he leak?” I asked quietly. “The videos,” Landon croaked. “All of them. The girls. The meetings. The transfers. It’s everywhere. Social media. Private groups. It’s spreading.” My pulse did not spike.

Shawn’s POV “She’s such a complicated human! Kayla confronted her when she was about to start a live video. No one knows if she went ahead with the recording, but nothing was aired.” “She only posted pictures of herself last night on her website, which of course, has been causing a buzz.” “Kayla approached her? But she didn’t say anything to me?” I said. “Yes, Shawn. She didn’t give me a heads-up either. She said Brenda did something similar to her in the past. And she wouldn’t let such a thing repeat itself.”

At least not without a better solution to ending the war. Leah got up from her seat and headed to her room. She had a lot to think about. She knew one thing for sure: she didn't want to mate with Theodore Blackwell. Leah entered her room and went straight to the bathroom. Once showered and changed, she got into bed and promptly gave into exhaustion.

“No, baby girl. Like… internet disaster trending.” Jules turned the phone toward her. Her name was there. Not just her name. Her face. Paused mid-motion from the video. Lucian’s face beside her. The slap frozen in time like a crime scene photograph. Kyrie’s stomach dropped. “No,” she whispered. “Yes,” Mandy said softly. “Someone leaked the full clip. Not just the end.” Jules scrolled. “It’s everywhere. T*****r, I***a reels, gossip blogs, even news aggregators picked it up.” Kyrie’s mouth went dry. “But… it wasn’t like that. They didn’t show…”

“Ma’am! Oh my god, Mrs Myla, please tell me you are looking at your phone right now!” The frantic, breathless voice of Myla’s operations manager, Chloe, exploded through the speaker the second Myla pressed the accept button. Myla rubbed her eyes, blinking against the early afternoon light spilling through the bedroom windows. It had been three days since the nightclub photo of Hayden, Jared, and Beck had leaked, and they had chosen to handle it the same way they’d handled the first leak. Silence.