Lauren Mochen Leaked Novels & Stories

That sly grin. "What?" I ask her. She giggles. "Nothing." Josh comes rushing to our table, holding his phone. He's laughing hysterically. "Have you seen this bitch darling? Her nudes were leaked." Wait, what nudes? Could it be Danna? "Who's nudes?" Troy asks. Josh giggles. "Danna Fox. She's so dumb." Oh lord! Her nudes were leaked? But, who did it? If Troy has no clue, then who did it?

Yet, within her chest, her heart beat restlessly. The day had been heavy, though it ended with a measure of peace. Still, echoes of Mrs. Moore’s tears and her own trembling words lingered in her mind. For the first time in a long while, Lauren had spoken with clarity about what she wanted for herself. But admitting it aloud also left her vulnerable—exposed to judgment, whispers, and the storm she knew was yet to come. Her phone buzzed softly in her palm. The name on the screen made her heart leap. Louis.

I had almost forgotten. I had just sat down when my phone lit up. Dana. "Angel." Her voice was tight. "Open your phone right now. You're trending." I pulled up the app while she stayed on the line and typed my own name into the search bar. The results loaded immediately. Dozens of posts, reposts, screenshots. The headline at the top of the trending list had my name and the word Luna beside it, and beneath that a summary that stopped my breath: Mystic Pack Luna exposed — the shameless woman who destroyed a loving home and now torments a terminally ill innocent out of jealousy.

Aubrey was soon chatting her up, asking her questions about the yacht and what it was like to be a captain. Lin sat down next to me. “I uploaded a photo of me and Jerrick in our cabin. I forgot to turn on my privacy settings, so it was published as public.” She gave me her phone. On the screen, there was a list of accounts that looked at her photo. At the bottom was Lauren’s social media handle. “I set it back on private, but I just wanted to let you know she saw it,” Lin said, putting her phone away. “Have you heard from her at all?”

he stated, as if they were on a date and getting to know each other. "What would you like to know?" Leah frowned when her voice came out breathy and seductive. Since when do I talk like a $2 whore? She cleared her throat, smiled and started again. "Well, I am the oldest of five, and I live with my father and four younger brothers. My mother died ten years ago, so there is a severe lack of estrogen in the house." Ray chuckled and raised one eyebrow. "That must make things difficult when you want to bring males home."

She stopped her bike, raised her phone, and strode into the bridal shop. “Hey, everyone, check out my ex-husband, the gold-digger who left me for a professor at Hightide University. The slut and the loser,” she said into her livestream. I frowned. Kendra immediately stepped forward and kicked Lauren’s phone away. Over the past year, we shared many outdoor activities, and Kendra had even learned karate. Her skills now surpass mine. I pointed at the shop’s security feed and smiled at Lauren. “Invasion of privacy and defamation. Don’t make me call the police on you again.”

I scrolled absentmindedly, ready to close the app. And then I froze. It wasn’t Eva’s page that stopped me—it was the small “Recommended for you” box beneath it. Lauren_Goodwin. My breath caught in my throat. I clicked without even thinking. Her profile wasn’t private. Lauren’s page was far simpler than Eva’s. Fewer vacation shots, more polished work functions, the occasional candid smile by a pool or at a wedding. But none of that was what made my stomach drop. It was the profile photo.

"Give me the phone. I want to see what that woman's livestream looks like." "This..." The assistant hesitated for a moment. Amelia: "Why do you hesitate? Give it to me!" The assistant, feeling a bit anxious, quickly handed over the phone. On the screen, Leah appeared with her slightly seductive makeup, a lazy smile on her face, almost like a lively little temptress. "This b*tch!" Amelia bit her lip, somewhat displeased as she glanced at Leah's data. "Fifty million..." Amelia widened her eyes. "Why does her live-stream donation amount so much?!"

Chapter Nine: Leaked Soren’s phone wouldn’t stop vibrating. He sat on the edge of his couch, his elbows on his knees while staring at the coffee table where his screen kept lighting up with new notifications. Every major sports outlet had picked up the story. The leaked messages, some explicit, some unexpectedly tender were splashed across headlines in bold font. “Calder & Draven: From Rivals to Lovers — Explicit Texts Revealed” One message in particular was everywhere:

She took a deep breath, her chest heaving, and slowly handed it over. Lauren hesitated. Her fingers brushed Mia’s, and for a second, she wanted to pull away. She looked down. Her eyes widened as they scanned the bright screen. Her mouth fell open, but no sound came out. “Oh no,” she whispered. “No, no, no.” The headline stared back at her in bold, black letters that seemed to vibrate on the screen: "COLT MOORE AND MADISON BAKER CONFIRM REUNION AND PREGNANCY AFTER BRIEF SEPARATION"