Lindsey Shaw Leaked Novels & Stories

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. She turned and walked directly to her father's study. They were out of time.

It was nothing but a single, uncaptioned link to a breaking national news article. Curiosity piqued, I clicked on the link. My brows raised all the way to my hairline as my eyes scanned the bold headline: LINDAYS’ HEIR CRITICALLY HOSPITALIZED AFTER VIOLENT BRUTAL ASSAULT. According to the brief report, Shawn had been discovered in the middle of the night on the Lindays estate grounds, completely beaten to within an inch of his life. I refreshed my main social news feed and watched in real-time as the article went utterly viral across every platform.

“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.”

“He’s got everything lined up—the flight, the ‘business meetings’ in Berlin. Adrian won’t know what hit him.” “That's perfect.” He laughed as he took another sip of his drink. I hummed, noncommittal. Doyle’s confidence was annoying, but I let him have his moment. Let him think he was the mastermind here. As if he’d done anything more than follow my orders. Before any of us could say any more, the television mounted on the far wall flickered to life, the volume low but unmistakable. “—breaking news. Gregory Shaw, CEO of Shaw group, has been arrested on charges of embezzlement and tax fraud. Federal agents have seized all assets—”

she warned. "Bring it on; I look forward to it." I hung up the phone before she did, my mood plunging deeper: Kent was right; the video was leaked by Leila, not Jared. But for me, there's no difference anymore. They are both bad fruits that sprung from the same tree “I’m sorry for dragging you into this.” I apologized. “What do you mean dragging me into this?” "Bringing you along with me... You lost face..." My voice was low; regardless of how much I tried to control it, the sorrowful emotions still leaked out.

And on the huge television screen was a news report with a headline that made my world shatter into a million pieces. "LUCIAN CROSS'S CHILDHOOD TRAUMA." The banner screamed. "Billionaire Heir sexually assaulted at age 5." A blurred, horrible image was on the screen. A man over a small boy. My hand flew to my mouth. This was his secret. The one he had told me last night. The one he had carried for twenty-five years. And now it was public. Frank's voice was still coming from my phone, tinny and loud. "It's the story of the year, Lexi! The anonymous tip you gave me was pure gold! Ethan Shaw is thrilled! He paid a fortune for the lead!"

The calm in her eyes cracked, revealing a sliver of panic. "W-What did you say? I don't understand." With a scoff, I tossed my phone on the coffee table, the screen showing all the evidence I had collected—a screenshot of Leah's social media post, her patient record at the aesthetic clinic, and the bank record showing the doctor had received money. Everything was laid bare in clear detail. "Do I need to explain it even more clearly? Shane's 'true love,' Leah York, isn't pregnant. She's been busy with liposuction lately in preparation for joining the next season's modeling competition.

Old Walter cut her off before she could even finish her words. "If you are not ashamed of what you did. Then, I am! I can't believe I have someone like you as a daughter-in-law. Not only have you planned to destroy someone's life, but you also have no shame in going out with other men. So disgusting!" Old Walter spat out. Cindy started shedding tears. She had never imagined that her videos were going to get exposed like that, but the question was how? How did this happen? She sealed her lips at once and looked down in shame. It was obvious that there was nothing more she could say to clear her name.

A female reporter speaks quickly. “Billionaire CEO Percy has reportedly reunited with his new lover Lyssa after her shocking hospital admission earlier this morning. Anonymous sources claim the incident may involve someone connected to Percy’s past relationship history—” “Oh my God,” Anita mutters. More reporters appear outside the hospital on the screen. Camera flashes everywhere. Crowds gathering. Security trying to block entrances. My jaw clenches immediately. Someone leaked everything. Again. Lyssa notices my expression. “Percy…” I already know who leaked it. Claire.

“File audit requests on Lin and Neha. Check any trading movements in the last two months.” Elsa messaged: “Media’s reacting to the leaked memo. Hashtags shifting. Phrases like ‘female-led stability’ are trending.” “Let it ride.” Later that night, Sasha’s name resurfaced. An online blog released an interview. “Inside the Culture of Control: Former Talon Insider Speaks out,” Sasha claimed she leaked out of fear. That I had isolated her. That the pregnancy news was “a cry for help.” Elsa sent the link. I replied: “Preempt it.”