Novel & Cerita Lucien Lorraine Leaked

"The lo⁠cal authorities are ten minutes out. T‌he digit‍al leak is already hitting the wires. There’s n⁠o pulling it ba‌ck now." L‌u‌cien didn't move. He kept‍ his grip on my waist, hi‌s fingers d‌igging into my hip. "Get‌ him out of h⁠ere, Marcus. I don’t want him in my sight for anothe‍r se‌cond." "And the fil⁠es?"

The aura radiating off Lucian made Chloe instinctively take a step back in fear. "Lu... Lucian?" Called Chloe with a shaky voice. "I know it's you Chloe" Lucian murmured, leaning in close. "You were the person who leaked the video through a private server" At this, chloe’s face drained of all colors. Instinctively she backed away almost stumbling to the ground. "I... I don't know what you're talking about. Why would you think that?" "Enough!" The glass in Lucian's hand was smashed to the ground with a brutal force that made it's pieces to shatter to the ground.

"He has admitted to killing the Lortal." As if on cue, the hushed whispers intensified, spreading like wildfire, Jupiter cleared his throat and all went silent once again. "He admitted to killing the Lortal, Hannibal Barca." That's not too bad, Lucian thought. He'd probably get a beating and be done with it and judging by his appearance and the solidifying merlot blood on the floors of the court, he had been punished already. Then what exactly was this meeting for?

His expression growing darker with every second. Lucia felt her pulse quicken. Because she recognized that look. Bad news. Very bad news. Finally Marco looked up. His voice lower than before. “We have another leak.” Nobody spoke. Marco swallowed once. Then revealed the message. A shipment containing sensitive Romano financial records had disappeared less than an hour ago. And according to the documents left behind… the transfer authorization carried Lucia Moretti Romano’s name.

Lucian used to be young, powerful, devoted, and noble—the dream alpha for countless she-wolves. Now, seeing him blindly favor Lara without a shred of a baseline, those same females were tearing him apart online. "He's mated, but he never brings his own luna to public events. Instead, he blows massive cash just to make Lara happy. This alpha is lower than a rogue!" That night, just as I was getting ready for bed, my comm-stone vibrated violently. The second I picked up, a sharp, piercing screech blasted through the line. "Camille! Who gave you permission to leak those things?! Are you trying to destroy the Aurora Shadows?! Get back to the territory right now! You are posting a statement tonig

Eli declaring that he was Lucian's son in front of executives. No denial had followed. No correction. Only silence and observation. Lucian had not stopped it then because there had been nothing to stop. The truth had not been revealed; it had simply been witnessed. Now it had become something else entirely. Documentation, interpretation and fuel. They reached Lucian’s office, where the blinds were half drawn and the city beyond them looked like a distant, indifferent observer. Anton placed a folder on the desk. “Someone inside the board leaked it to the press,” he said.

The word landed deliberately. Lucian’s gaze snapped up. Softer. Cassian met his stare evenly. “Perception matters.” Silence stretched. Lucian opened the folder slowly. His eyes scanned the pages. And I watched something shift in his posture. Recognition. Cassian wasn’t bluffing. “These are internal leaks,” Lucian said coldly. “Yes.” “Why give them to me?” Cassian’s answer came without hesitation. “Because I prefer calculated allies over reckless siblings.” A beat.

The room fell silent as he rounded the table, stopping directly in front of Harlan. “You want to air grievances, Harlan?” Lucian’s voice was dangerously soft. “Let’s start with the kickbacks you took from Voss. The leaks you fed the press about my fiancée’s pregnancy. The little alliance you’re forming with Victoria in whatever hole the two of you are hiding in.” Harlan’s face paled slightly, but he held his ground. “Prove it.” “I don’t need to prove it to them,” Lucian said, gesturing to the board. “I already have. The documents are being reviewed by legal as we speak. You’re finished here. And when I find Victoria and Voss and I will they’ll wish they’d stayed underground.”

Inside were photographs, surveillance images, and a name: Sebastian Trent. "He’s Lucian’s fixer. Tech guy. Ghost-level hacker. But he’s been off the grid for two years. If Lucian activated him, he’s the one who leaked the files." "Can you find him?" Grayson nodded grimly. "We’ll have to move fast. Once word gets out, this whole thing blows wide open." The next morning, the first wave hit. Headlines exploded: "Wolfe Family Fortune Tied to International Crime Syndicate?"

Another clip. Lucien again, shouting at someone. “Make sure the Woods family never gets their hands on her. I want Amy out of the picture permanently.” Lucien lunged forward, shouting. “Turn it off! This is edited! She’s framing me!” “Really?” I asked. “Because there’s more.” The technician continued. Clip after clip. Fraud. Scams. Blackmail. Money laundering. Threats. Deals with Chad. Information on Melissa’s father. Contracts to kill Kael’s allies. His entire criminal empire leaked into the open in less than forty seconds.