Novel & Cerita Logan Valerie Leaked

"What do you want, Noelle? I've already put my dignity aside, and you still won't forgive me?" I laughed. "Is that all it takes for you to give up? I heard the call, you know. On Valentine's Day. I went to the club that night, too. Guess what I saw?" He panicked and quickly backtracked, "I…" "You said you were working overtime, and I trusted you. Yet, what did I get out of it? You can drop the act now. You disgust me."

“That’s a load of crap! I have been dating Devin for two years. This ugly pig cannot possibly compare to him! “You scumbag, don’t even think about fooling me!” The security guard looked her in the eye and stated bluntly, “I still have our chat records on my phone. You have a birthmark on your left chest and a tattoo on your right thigh. I know because you would send me nudes and love it when I call you my little slut…” “Enough!” Amora screamed hysterically. “You disgusting pig! You have been scamming me this entire time! I’m going to kill you!” A sharp scalpel was handed to me, and I began to approach Amora with it.

I whirl around to glare at him, but he just leans casually against a nearby tombstone, smirking. “Something like that,” I mutter, turning back to the grave. “She and her little crew said I looked like crap, so I told her she didn’t exactly look impressive either.” There’s a loud, theatrical hoot behind me. “Well, well!” Valentine exclaims, clapping his hands. “North finally grows a spine! Shame it’s made of Styrofoam.” I snap my head around. “Excuse me?” “Come on,” he says, grinning. “That’s the best you could come up with? ‘You don’t look impressive’? She’s probably crying herself to sleep right now.”

He was too busy building a new life with an another she-wolf. I wiped my tears, clutching the Moonlight Blessing herb in my pocket. Yes, I'd found an herb worth $100 million, and I'd planned to tell him tonight during our Valentine's Day celebration. I was going to share how I'd already given notice at the herb shop so I could focus on raising Noah. But now... Well, he didn't need to know about the herb. Five years of dedication had led to this moment of clarity. It was time to walk away.

He winked at her, and then he sauntered off, shaking his head. Valerie stared at the open door, her mouth ajar as her stomach threatened to spew bile all over her desk. Damien had told them. They all knew she had stripped for him and spread her legs right there on the rooftop. They knew she allowed Holly’s boyfriend to finger her and toy with her. At this point, she wondered if Dean had also heard her begging to strip for Damien. How far did voices travel off that roof? God, what if Holly ever found out?

“I’m already on my way.” I hit the driveway, kill the engine, jog inside. Lana’s in the living room, laptop open, face pale. She looks up. “It’s worse.” I cross to her, see the screen. Front-page gossip blog: “Leaked: Billionaire Roman Vale’s Office Tryst—Topless Stepdaughter Caught After Hours”

"I always thought L's design style was too unique to be copied. Now we know—she was framed! These so-called elite housewives really can't handle being outshone. Using shady tricks like this? Pathetic!" Valerie read the live stream comments, smirking as she watched the tide turn. "You brought this on yourself, Ms. Lloyd. When you were busy framing our designer, you didn't think karma would come knocking so fast, huh? Maybe check on your family before messing with others. "Oh—by that, I mean your dad's just been exposed for cheating, and there's even talk of an illegitimate child." Even Valerie was shocked. That juicy scandal came straight from the live stream chat.

I said, pointing at Valerie's nose. Valerie's face darkened from my insults. I had someone escort her out. However, just as we reached the company entrance, she began loudly accusing me of being heartless, not supporting my child, and calculating to leave her with nothing. She thought I would care about saving face and would not dare reveal that she had cheated on me. To her surprise, I immediately turned and posted everything about her and Eugene online, including their chat logs. After posting, I spent a lot of money on promotion, and the video got millions of views. All the online comments criticized her, and not a single person blamed me.

“…escaped custody last night… led a human trafficking ring…” “…any information leading to her capture will result in a five million dollar reward…” A giant red banner flashed across the bottom: WANTED — 5 MILLION REWARD. I slammed my fist against the wall. “Who the hell leaked this? Who coordinated this?” I barked, spinning toward Lucas. “It’s everywhere, boss. Social media… news… every city channel,” Lucas said, voice trembling. I ran a hand through my hair. My fury wasn’t panic—it was pure, burning rage. Someone had dared to touch Valeria’s name, her image. Someone had the audacity to make her the villain in the story.

“From people who sold votes and called it fairness.” A delegate shouted, “This isn’t the place for personal grudges.” Valentine turned to him. “Then you shouldn’t have let liars stand on the dais.” The man went red. Shut up. Eryx’s eyes narrowed. “You accuse without evidence.” Valentine reached into her jacket. Set a small projector on the floor. It lit instantly. Names bloomed in the air. Transactions. Dates. Coordinates. Gasps followed. “That was already leaked,” Eryx said fast. “Anyone could fake an extension.”