Lucien Lorraine Leaked Novels & Stories

“You do not barge into my office with such misconduct, Mr. Ashford and if I remember, we already dissolved the deal. I rejected your proposal, why are you here?” “You leaked that information,” Lucien growled as his fingers, almost turning claws dug into the table, “you gave Virex that.” Virex. They already got to work. “What?” I scoffed as I moved back in my seat, “I’m only playing the game.” “How could you?” Lucien gritted again, eyes glowing amber. Before I could grab it, his fingers closed around my jaw and like I weighed nothing, he had pushed me against the wall.

"Liora, my sweet... you look so exhausted taking care of this 'scrap metal'. Why not hand that key to me? I can open the doors to the real world for you. A world where you don't have to hide under the Thorne name." Liora stepped forward, positioning herself directly in front of Mavric. She looked at Lucian with such disdain that the smile on the Frenchman's face faltered. "Lucian Valois," Liora stated, her voice clear and sharp. "You call yourself a tech king, yet you couldn't even detect that your company, Valois Group, just lost its operational licenses in Southeast Asia due to a data manipulation scandal I leaked to Interpol ten minutes ago." Lucian's face instantly froze. His phone vibra

I corrected and Dario’s gaze sharpened. They expected hesitation, emotion and maybe possessiveness. They were fishing. Lucien exchanged a glance with Corvin, and he unrolled another parchment. “Scenario three.” His voice softened. “Intelligence reaches you that sensitive information from within this chamber has been leaked externally.” “You are told the leak originated from one of us,” he continued. “But no proof is presented. How do you proceed?” I let the silence stretch, just long enough. Then I answered. “I request the original report.”

Temporary. Like everything with Lucian. My phone rings. Him. “How bad?” I ask. “He has photos. Timeline. Everything from that night.” Lucian’s voice is tight. “And he’s threatening to leak it. To the press. To the board. To anyone who’ll listen.” “Can he do that?” “He can. Whether he will is another question.” A pause. “Ariana, I’m sorry. I thought we’d have these five days. That we could just be us for once.”

Because no one knew who I was. No one knew that I was Lucien and Agatha’s daughter. A secret born from tragedy. After the meeting, I returned to my house, slipping off my gloves with absentminded precision. The weight of a gaze pressed against my back, familiar and inescapable. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. "Did you forget what I told you?" I finally faced him, leaning against the nightstand, watching as Azriel stood there, rigid, his presence commanding. His eyes bore into me, a mixture of frustration and something deeper—something I couldn’t name.

Harley approached her, his expression serious. “Marinetta, we need to discuss the implications of Lucien’s betrayal,” Harley said, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. Marinetta looked up, her eyes reflecting the determination that drove her. “I know. The information he leaked could have catastrophic consequences. We need to assess the damage and prepare for any fallout.” Brian, who had been analyzing the intercepted messages and reports, joined the conversation. “We’ve identified several key areas where Lucien’s information could have been used against us. Our defenses are compromised, and we need to reinforce them immediately.”

Lucien’s expression gradually became grave. When he saw that post, he personally felt it was too detailed and when he read the comments of people condemning Aurora, he had felt that the person who leaked the news went too far. And he admitted that it was an evil thing to do to ruin Aurora’s reputation like that. Carla listened to the recording. Instantly, her face changed. "It's not me, it's fake, I don’t know who Ava is! this recording is fake, Aurora, how could you set me up like this?”

Laura broke the news. Rachel was all heartbroken but she plucked some courage and asked them both for proof. Valerie took out the photos from her purse which showed Leo and her in some uncompromising positions. After seeing the photos, Rachel just left their house sobbing. She was at her wits' end, not knowing what was wrong with Leo and why he crushed her trust for money.

The shipping records were finally starting to speak and what they said made my blood run cold. Blind zones. Manifest alterations. Ghost routes. Someone was bleeding Lucien's empire dry, and they'd been doing it for years using the exact same methods the Laurents had perfected twenty years ago. The door exploded open. I didn't have time to hide the evidence. I didn't have time to breathe. Lucien filled the doorway, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, hair wild, his steel-gray eyes finding the ledger in my hands with lethal precision. "Put it down," he said. Not a request. Not a threat. Something worse is the quiet before violence.

As Lancelot recovered from his shock he stood up with the intentions of going after the man but as he stood up he found that the man had left a pale cream coloured envelope on the seat of the booth. He picked it up and opened it to take out a grainy photograph. The moment he clasped his eyes on the picture he sat down with a thud. It was him kissing another boy at his college dorm. On the back of the picture it was written. Your secret is mine to keep now if you do what I say. Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;