Kylie Rae Leaks Novels & Stories

Before I can answer, the elevator to the penthouse pings open behind us. Kevin rushes out, drenched, panting, tie crooked, phone in hand. “Sir—Hailey—don’t get mad but—there’s been another leak.” Hailey gasps. “What?” Kevin swallows hard. “It’s… bigger this time.” Ethan’s voice is pure ice. “How big.” Kevin lifts the phone, screen glowing blue with horror. “Someone leaked a video,” he says. “From inside the company.” Hailey’s face pales.

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.”

Kylie's POV A heaviness, an oppressive weight, waited outside my office, walls closing in on me. Already, James had stood before me, eyes constantly on me, his face pinched and aware. My fists were at my sides, anger tight. "Tell me, James," I spat tightly, my heart thundering in my chest. "Who was the leak?" James flinched, massaging his temples. "Kylie. it's Rachel." For an instant, the name refused to stick. My cousin? Rachel? Same Rachel who sat next to me during board meetings, smiled at me over Christmas dinners? Same Rachel who always promised to have my back?

Leila stopped walking. Read it again. He regrets. Her phone buzzed again. Another alert. Then another. The story was spreading in real time, outlet to outlet, the way things did when someone with inside access decided to talk. Someone had leaked it. Not the pregnancy itself, that was still framed as unconfirmed. But Adrian's knowledge of it. The rights he'd signed away. The regret. Someone inside Blue Moon Pack had just handed the media a story about her child. Leila's hand tightened around the phone.

“Don’t. Let her be shocked and find it out herself. I wanna see how Aerah would run to her and rant about my comeback. For sure, Aerah would talk shit about me in front of her so-called best friend. Funny, right?” Kelly intentionally befriended Aerah years ago as Kelsey Robins. Well, that was to find things about what was happening to me in Gray Moore’s house. I was so impressed when Kelly told me about that. I didn’t know how dumb Aerah was for believing everything that Kelly did. I could imagine how broken she would be once she found out that her only best friend was my sister. “Everyone’s looking at you, Ma’am. Do you want me to do something about this? The media is also present, recordin

By the time Riley finished reading the article on her own phone, her hands were shaking so badly she nearly dropped it. Every private, terrifying question she'd been carrying for weeks... the ones she hadn't even said out loud to Iris, the ones only Ashton and Evelyn and a handful of frightened, guarded strangers knew anything about... was now spread across the internet in bold, clickable font, dressed up as scandal instead of grief. And the worse was, they're calling her different kind of names. "Ashton." She called him before she'd even fully processed what she was reading, her voice cracking down the middle. "Ashton, they know. Someone leaked it. But with lies. It's everywhere."

“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?

EXCLUSIVE VIDEO: Helen Fletcher’s Secret Romance Exposed. There were screenshots. Blurry stills. A grainy video clip. Me. Jace. The club. The kiss. My breath hitched. The room tilted. This wasn’t happening. “Rita—what the hell is this?” I yelled. “It’s everywhere, Helen. TMZ, DailyFix, even Variety is running it. Someone leaked it.” “I don’t—this can’t be—” “Honey, you need to get out of there. Paparazzi are going to swarm. Come to my place. Now.”

I was curled on the couch, laptop still open beside me, last night's statement blinking on the screen in autosave. I had written until exhaustion took me. But something felt wrong. It was the stillness again. My phone buzzed from where it sat on the counter. I padded over barefoot, rubbing sleep from my eyes. Aria: Riley. You need to get online. Now. It's bad. My stomach clenched before I could even finish reading. “I opened my browser and saw the headlines had shifted, turning against me.” Leaked Footage Suggests Inappropriate Relationship Between CEO Michael Gray and Employee Riley Jordan

[Kylie's pov] Keagan and I are sitting at the table just next to the window, I'm so nervous I'm staring out of the windows and continously wiping my hands on my clothing because my palms are so sweaty, agggh! I have no clue what to say or to do in these kinds of situations damn you Jody! It feels like we've been sitting hours in silence. "So Kylie, wanna tell me about yourself?" asks a very curious looking Keagan, in his deep sexy voice that sounds like music to my ears. Uhh what do I tell him? "I'm Kylie Ross. Uhm I'm 18 years old, I just graduated highschool and now I'm studying at the art institution just outside of town.