Lea Martinez Leak Novels & Stories

She’s trying to figure out if I mean it. I make sure I look cold. Detached. I can’t let her see what’s under the mask—because if she knows how much I’ve longed for Stacey, Meg will become a weapon I can’t control. And Meg with leverage? Is lethal. She finally turns from me, walking back to the couch just as the television volume spikes. We both turn toward the screen. BREAKING NEWS: RAFAEL MARTINEZ OFFICIALLY CLAIMS CHAIRMANSHIP OF MARTINEZ HOLDING. PRESS CONFERENCE SET FOR NOON.

He reached for it, peering into the screen. Carlos. He let out a heavy sigh, answered the call, "What is it, Carlos? There's been another leak," Carlos' voice crackled through the line, laced with frustration. "It's bad, Miguel. The press is all over it. We're in deep trouble if we can't fix this." Miguel's eyes rubbed together as if everything finally came crashing down all at once. He'd barely had time to process what just happened with Ximena and now this. "I'll be right there," he said, voice flat.

But she stayed silent. And it destroyed him. He grabbed her jaw again, forcing her to look at him. All he saw in her eyes was fear. Fear of him. Fear of what he was. "Answer me," He ordered. Lisa looked down and closed her eyes. "Yes," She said quietly. Martina smirked. Louis stared at her in shock. "You sold the Shalimaar file?" He asked slowly. "Yes!" She nodded. "You leaked shipment pictures?" "Yes." "You leaked our intimate pictures?"

I knew I had to confront her immediately. I stormed out of my room, not even noticing Leah’s concerned calls. My mind was singularly focused. I grabbed my car keys and headed for the door, my hands shaking with anger. As I reached the driveway, I saw Mandy standing there, her eyes wide with concern. "Carina, what’s going on?" she asked, stepping closer. "It’s Maria," I said through gritted teeth. "She’s the one who leaked the information." Mandy’s eyes widened in shock. "What? Are you sure?"

~CELINE POV~ I pulled Caesar away from my arms, standing up straight. There was no point in hiding it anymore. Hunter would find out eventually….Dr. Martinez was on his payroll, and of course, she would report every detail to him. "I'm ready," I said, my voice loud but surprisingly calm. Dr. Martinez pulled her phone away from her ear for a brief moment, speaking to whoever was on the line, assuring them not to worry. She slipped the phone into her jacket pocket and walked toward me.

“She looks different—almost… fragile. Nothing like the woman we know.” “Precisely,” I said. “What you’re looking at is a photograph of Yasmin Lee Estrada, the only daughter of a struggling restaurant couple in Hawaii. But she wasn’t just any girl—she was the wife of Cole Martinez.” A stunned silence fell over the room. Mr. Delgado sat up straighter. “Wait, wait, wait—Cole Martinez? The billionaire from Hawaii? He was married?” I nodded. “Exactly. And you won’t find any public records of it because the Martinez family never announced it. She was hidden from the world. The only evidence of her existence is that photo you’re holding. A rare mistake.”

“The stock dump from the fake scandal will make the buy-in cheap. We’re already staging the third-party purchase.” Veronica raised a brow. “And Celeste?” “Soon to be a relic.” But as the words left his mouth, his assistant rushed in, breathless. “Miss Hale, tthere’s something you should see.” On the giant screen, a new headline was rising fast across every entertainment outlet: BREAKING: Celeste Laurent Releases Never-Before-Seen Memo on Shelved Indie Project – Accepts Responsibility, Calls for Industry Transparency Veronica’s smile faded. “She beat us to it,” Bradley whispered. “She leaked the real memo herself.”

there was barely any life to the way I sounded. “We have news regarding the leak. We’ve traced down the source and I don’t think the leak is someone you know sir,” My secretary, Tania said to me on the phone. “Go on, give the name.” “Matthew Simons. That was the leak’s name, he leaked the footage anonymously online that got to several blogs to repost and publish about.” Matthew Simons? She was right to think it’s someone I don’t know because I don’t think I’ve ever heard that name before.

“We blame someone the public will believe.” She typed rapidly. A maid’s name appeared on the screen. A middle-aged woman who had worked quietly and loyally for their family for years. A woman with no power, no voice, no defenders. Lucinda gasped. “Mama—she’ll lose everything!” “That,” Selena said coolly, “is her purpose.” An hour after the competition, a statement appeared online: “The leaked answers were found to be distributed by a maid from the Vale household. Ms. Selena Vale and her daughter Lucinda are devastated and unaware of her actions.

His uncle, Martinez, was seated in his chair, setting his phone down with a calm expression. He looked up, noticing Darvan’s furious expression as he strode toward him. Raising an eyebrow, Martinez leaned back. “Are you sure you didn’t miss your way?” Martinez joked. “You hardly ever come to see me.” “Why did you do it?” Darvan demanded, ignoring the banter. “Why did you have to leak the video and send it to her of all people? Why?” His voice shook as he struggled to stay calm. Martinez blinked, clearly taken aback. “Leak it?” he repeated.