Novel & Cerita Logan Valerie Leaked

"She won't just let this go." "I'll handle Rebecca," Logan said, but his voice lacked his usual confidence. That night, Valeriana couldn't sleep. She stayed in the bed with Jamie, watching his chest rise and fall. She felt like she was in a golden cage: beautiful, expensive, but still a cage. Around 3:00 AM, she heard a soft noise in the living room. She slipped out of bed and crept to the door. Logan was sitting at his desk, the light of his laptop glowing on his face. He was looking at a document. Valeriana walked closer and saw the heading: Voluntary Resignation and Transfer of Shares.

The sound of her phone buzzing dragged Valeria out of uneasy sleep. At first, she thought it was just another late-night message from Damien, cryptic, charming, always in control. But as she reached for the device, her blood ran cold. Her screen was flooded. Dozens of notifications, one after another. Emails. News alerts. Mentions on social media. Headlines blaring her name. Her trembling hand opened the first link. “Valeria Caught in Scandal: Leaked Files Suggest Hidden Accounts, Fraudulent Deals.”

"This is a bad idea." "Probably. But it's the only idea I have." Valerie arrived first. She looked terrible. Her hair wasn't styled. Her makeup was smudged. She wore jeans and a wrinkled shirt. This was not the put-together woman from the funeral. "Show me," she said as soon as she walked in. I led her to Brock's study. I showed her the laptop. The accounts. The authorization documents. Her eyes got wide. Then they got hard. "You found this just now?"

This sucked. "You just deal with your relationship with Logan, I'll tail Andy and see if I can't discover any of his secrets." "Be careful." Valerie snorted at that. "I'm a Dachshund, I'm small enough that he'll have trouble spotting me, but I'll keep my distance. No way am I screwing this up. You have the hard job, convincing Logan that Andy's evil." "Joy," she muttered, grimacing before opening the last email, eyes widening. "Oh, that changes things."

A part of him wanted to believe that she could never have stooped so low to get involved with Jonathan but the pictures looked so true to be falsified. He had even sent the pictures to one of his friends who was a tech guy and it was confirmed that it was true. Why the hell was she denying it? The footage was also miraculously wiped off. If she didn't do that then who could? Luther had also claimed that she was innocent but what was the assurance that she had not bribed him into secrecy. He spiraled down memory lane instantly. “Orion, it's not what you think it is!"* An apologetic Valerie screamed just after he pushed the door open and saw her sprawled naked on his then best friend, Daniel.

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

Valeria knew it was of no use to lie to Shantel, because she knew she'd end up finding out. "I got it from Noah," Valeria said. "So?" Shantel asked, urging her to speak further. "Well, actually we made a deal," Valeria said. "Spill it out already." "I agreed to be his sex toy. In exchange he'd give me the money," Valeria said. "Wait! What! He did what?!" Shantel asked with widened eyes. "Then he didn't know I had a child. I didn't even tell him what I'd be using the money for, I just agreed to the deal." Valeria hurriedly explained.

A soiled cloth wraps over her small figure, her creamy white skin is pale and dirty as her violet eyes peer into mine. "It isn't fair, I know. There's a large part of me that wants to lie. Tell you everything is fine. We're going to be fine – but it isn't. It never is for us," I whisper sadly. "Truth is, every day is going to be a nightmare. The pain will cling to you like an obsessive boyfriend. Gods will take Nia from us. We're going to feel empty, alone." Little Valerie crushes her palms to her ears. "No. No. No! Stop-… Don't say anything else!" She was begging me to keep my mouth shut, in fear my harsh words would extinguish the last of her flame. "Shut up! Shut up!"

The lens caught every detail: Killian’s dark, intense gaze looking down at her face, his bare fingers pressed firmly against her back, and the subtle flush on Valerie's cheeks. "The untouchable CEO... touching a woman with his bare hands?!" Greg laughed hysterically, leaning against a lamp post as he immediately opened his laptop, connected his phone hotspot, and uploaded the high-resolution photo straight to the city's largest gossip blog. Within thirty seconds, the image hit the internet with a terrifying title: THE UNTOUCHABLE KING HAS A QUEEN? BILLIONAIRE KILLIAN STERLING SPOTTED UNGLOVED AND TOUCHY WITH MYSTERIOUS BEAUTY INSIDE NEWLY ACQUIRED VALKYRIE LUXE HEADQUARTERS!

Enough to know that everything was going exactly as planned. I had spent the hours since the launch event carefully constructing the evidence. Forged documents. Falsified communications. Bank records that appeared to show payments from rogue factions to accounts linked to V-Luxe. All of it pointing to the same conclusion: Valerie Lane had been planning to sell her children's blood to the highest bidder. The story had been easy to plant. The Supernatural Network was already primed to believe the worst of her, thanks to the leak I had arranged days earlier. All I needed was one well-placed source, one anonymous tip, and the Royal Guard had been dispatched before sunrise.