Luce Lu Leaked Novels & Stories

“Sir, you need to see something!” Luce approached me looking flabbergasted. She handed her tablet to me as soon as I put my phone away, surprised by her look. I was still in my comfortable sweats, choosing to stay in as I prepared to take off in the evening back to New York. Luce was dressed in a flowery romper and sandals as she was taking a drive down to Cape Town to tour the city. “What is it?” I asked as I stared at the screen, reading the headline of the newest article on E-News.

“If the war between our families didn’t force us to stand on opposite sides.” “Hopefully,” she smiled back. I left the hall more confused than ever. Luca didn’t cheat? He wasn't with the Russian mafia princess! Then the first photos… were just business? What should I do now? My phone buzzed. A message from Levi. [I missed you. What are you doing?]

I wondered. “You’re bluffing,” Lucan said, half smiling. I nodded to Marcus signaling him to start the party. He connected a device to the screen and files popped out. Bank transfers, secret recordings and all Lucan’s shady businesses. Gasps filled the room and board members started murmuring. “This… this can’t be real.” one executive said., standing up abruptly and hitting the desk. “It is, and Marcus…” I said turning to face him, who turned to face me, turning off the screen.

“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 truly cut me off because of a woman. Twenty years of service couldn't compare with two months with her. Hahahaha!” His laugh was hollow, lacking mirth. “It's not that. He won't listen, but not because of the reason you think. He's too caught up in drama to think straight at this point.” “What happened?” Henry cut in, his eyes narrowing as it often does when he's suspicious or confused. “Erica committed suicide.” I whispered, finally dropping the bombshell. The cup Liam had picked up to drink warm water from clattered to the floor, the noise echoing off the walls of the dungeon, breaking the deathly tranquility of the environment.

The picture contains evidence of embezzlement, using public funds to develop lush homes, illegal drug deals and sex with minors. Mr. Quinn snatches the phone from luca then smashes luca phone on the floor. ‘Luca why are they always fucking stupid’ Amanda asked. ‘No idea’ luca replied. ‘do you think we are stupid, we’ve backed up everything we showed you’ Angelo said ‘and one more thing if we do not walk out of this building alive or we get arrested our team will spread this to the public and you know the public likes this kind of juicy news’.

She reaches for my hand again, but I pull it back slightly, dread pooling in my stomach. “Dre… TJ didn’t leak it.” I stare at her. “What are you talking about?” “TJ was the guy in the video, yeah. He’s getting in serious trouble for recording without consent. But he wasn’t the one who sent it out to everyone.” She takes a deep breath. “The person who confessed to leaking the tapes… it was Luke.”

Jonathan’s smile faltered—just slightly. Lucien continued. “This includes shell accounts, burner communications, and financial ties that predate recent events.” Jonathan’s gaze hardened. “Careful, Lucien.” “No,” Lucien replied calmly. “You should be.” He placed a folder on the table. “You wanted transparency,” Lucien said. “You’re about to get it.” By afternoon, the media was circling. Leaks had surfaced. Carefully timed. Carefully curated. Jonathan was furious. “You promised discretion,” he snapped into his phone.

Luke added, quieter now but no less firm, “to remain hidden… until this very day.” “Liar!!!” Lucien roared, his chest heaving violently, frustration spilling out of him in uneven bursts. Luke didn’t flinch. If anything, a faint, knowing smile curved his lips. “I figured you would say that,” he replied calmly. “That’s why I brought you a few gifts.” At his signal, a man stepped forward, carrying a tray. “These,” Luke continued, gesturing toward it, “are recordings, videos and photographs, documenting your dealings with these criminals.” His smirk deepened slightly. “And that’s not even mentioning the repeated attempts you made on your sister’s life.”