Lea Martinez Leak Novels & Stories

Cutting her off Maria continued like a volcano, "Look at the photo huh! She doesn't have big buttocks, nor does she have that big tits. She doesn't look that better from her side profile either then why... Arghhhh! I'm so pissed!!!" 'Do you have to run salt on my wound? Really?' Maria's frustration was clear in her tone but nothing of it concerned her. For a moment, she was angry at the way Maria was talking about her but since she didn't know who it was, she put it aside. Irene was thinking about something else. Staring at the phone screen Irene rotated her phone. 'Who the heck leaked it? As far as I know, just anyone wouldn't dare to publish it because nobody wants to mess with the Hudson'

"She sent that letter in December! She threatened us!" "Threatening to do something and actually having the means to do it are two different things in court," Will said. "If she didn't send the leak, and we can't prove she had a proxy do it... we have no case against her for this." "Then who did it?" I demanded, my voice rising. "Who else knows about this much and is family? Who else knows exactly how Leo looks?" "That’s the problem," Will said quietly. "Someone with inside knowledge and serious media connections. Martha fits the profile, but she doesn't have the reach from inside a cell."

"I didn't tip off the feds. The whole thing was a joke." Lanka leaned back, the leather of the booth creaking. "Grandfather's sense of humor is a pitch-black pit." "Sure." Santiago didn't look up from his steak. "Believe what you want. I want this shadow-marriage to stay in the dark as much as you do. Being a Rivera target isn't on my bucket list." Santiago paused, his fork inches from his mouth. "Then who leaked the courthouse filing? If not the desperate Cruz brat, then who?"

At Leo. “Ledger got a tip,” Marx said. “Anonymous. Said Chair was here. Also said USB was fake. My tech guy’s better.” Leo’s face went white. Marx kicked the USB. “This? Has my name. Says I took bribes in 2014. I was in rehab in 2014. Your guy sucks.” Rosie laughed. Bloody. “God. Mafia and obsessions.” Marx cuffed Leo. “Directive 9.2. You’re under arrest.”

Camille’s face was pale, her fingers flying across her phone as she tracked the digital fallout. "The leak came from a boutique firm on Selena's payroll," Camille whispered, her jaw tight with protective anger. "They timed it perfectly with the market opening. Lawrence called this emergency meeting the moment the stock dipped. Be careful in there, Bianca. He's acting like the worried uncle, but he's already telling the minority shareholders you're a liability."

Damien’s Pov I woke up to the sound of Marcus pounding on my bedroom door, and I already knew before he said a single word that whatever news he was bringing wasn’t good. I opened the door and saw the look on his face, the same look he used to have back when a deal was about to collapse in front of investors. “It’s worse than we thought,” Marcus said, holding up his phone so I could see the screen. “It’s everywhere online. Someone leaked that Damien Laurent has been living quietly in this town for weeks.”

“I held the line. I didn't let the Falcones take what's ours. I protected the Blackthorne name. I didn't shame you.” I paused for a long time, an unbearable ache rising in my throat. “But… I couldn’t save Anna. Or maybe, we just can’t go back.” I let out a bitter laugh. “But don’t you worry. From now on, I will be an even stronger Godmother for the Blackthorne family.” On the drive down the mountain, Leo called. “Don,” he said, his voice urgent. “We have a problem. Someone leaked what happened at the council meeting. We got reporters camped outside our casinos and companies, at least ten different outlets, all demanding an interview.”

Elena’s POV The first sign that something was wrong was the phone call. It came at 6:42 a.m. Elena was standing in her kitchen, staring at a cup of coffee she hadn't touched, when her phone rang. “Ms. Laurent?” “Yes?” “We have a problem.” Her vein tightened The voice belonged to Marcus, the senior legal adviser who had worked with the Laurent family for almost fifteen years. Elena straightened. “What kind of problem?” “Confidential documents have been leaked.”

"Giselle Laurent is probably popping champagne right now." My phone rang. This time it was a number I didn't recognize. "Don't answer it," Mia warned. But I was already sliding to accept the call. "Hello?" "Is this Lexi Carter?" The voice was crisp, professional. "Who's asking?" "Rebecca Martinez from Channel 7 News. I'd like to ask you a few questions about your relationship with Lucian Cross and the current crisis at Cross Media Entertainment." I hung up immediately, but the phone started ringing again within seconds.

"This is Ms. Nadhea Martinez who just returned from Los Angeles? We were all looking for missus to tag along to see Zayn and Brittany Brown's confessions at the press conference." "Is there still time there? I thought I was late, " replied Nadhea starting to dry her wet hands and pulling her hands when touched suddenly. The aroma of mint and Coconut of one of the employees quite calmed his mind.