Kayla Lauren Leaks Novels & Stories

He pours three glasses for Audrey to top off with juice, and hands us each one. "To Katherine Elizabeth Douglas! And surviving another year!" She announces to the whole room. "You say that like it's a surprise Drey." Dan tells her smirking again. "Well, I do live with her so it's always questionable," I chuckle. She puts her hand to her chest, and the three of us burst out laughing. We all drain our glasses. "Okay guys, but I really do need to get ready." I shoo them both from my bed, and shimmy out after them finally getting to stand up and stretch my legs. A sharp inhale of breath reminds me I am wearing nothing but a pair of panties and a t-shirt. I glance at Daniel, his green eyes starin

Since tonight’s dinner was meant to thank Kyle for helping her meet Zane Grayson, she simply smiled, raised her wine glass, lightly tapped it against his, and said, “Y-Yes, I heard.” After taking a sip of wine, she continued, “Kyle, I’m a journalist, not a paparazzi. A government-organized conference will undoubtedly have state media covering it. If I accidentally leak any confidential information, not even the combined influence of the Reinhart and Kingsley families could save my career.” Seeing the satisfied expression on Lysia’s face as she savored her meal, Kyle smirked at her response—it pleased him.

Just before the wedding starts, Mom suddenly clutches her chest and collapses. I drop everything and rush her to the hospital. The moment we pull up to the emergency room, my phone buzzes with a text in the family group chat. "Davian's at the hospital. I lured him away. You guys can start the wedding now." A second later, Dad replies, "Good. Kayden's already up on the main stage." Then my sister, Elaine Burke, chimes in, "Kayden's waited ten years for this. Now he can finally marry Leah out in the open." Within seconds, all three messages are deleted from the chat. Then my best friend, Simon Cohen, accidentally drops a video clip of the ceremony right into the group. In the video, my

“I’m already on my way.” I hit the driveway, kill the engine, jog inside. Lana’s in the living room, laptop open, face pale. She looks up. “It’s worse.” I cross to her, see the screen. Front-page gossip blog: “Leaked: Billionaire Roman Vale’s Office Tryst—Topless Stepdaughter Caught After Hours”