Lucien Lorraine Leaked Novels & Stories

"I didn't know this version." Lucien finally lowered the paper. His eyes were dark, searching mine. Before he could speak, the doors swung open. Julianne walked in, her face pale, clutching a tablet. "Lucien, you need to see this," she stammered. "It’s not Silas. It’s the press. Someone leaked the hospital footage from last night."

That was Louis's dangerous smile. The smile he gave when he had already done something terrible. Her stomach dropped. She slowly turned toward him. “You… did that?” Her voice carried disbelief. Louis simply nodded. “Yes.” He didn't even try to deny it. “It was me who leaked those pictures.” The words fell out of his mouth casually, like he was talking about the weather. “I leaked them because I wanted to marry you.” The room went completely silent. Lisa felt like someone had poured cold water over her head.

"It’s a targeted strike. Your name is being dragged through the dirt while Blackwell is being painted as a grieving victim. Who hates you enough to burn your life down?" "Sienna Okafor," I whispered. "It has to be her. But I’m with you now—why would she care?" Before he could answer, my phone shrieked with an unknown caller. I answered, only to hear a distorted voice scream, "You shameless bitch! How dare you betray an Alpha like Ronan! You should just go into the woods and die!" Lucien reached over and snatched the phone from my hand, ending the call and sliding the SIM card out in one fluid motion. "Your personal data was leaked along with the story. Every stray with a grudge has your numb

"It contained classified information on all our spies. It contained every single one of them, and they were scattered across different Packs. Their names, their locations, their missions. Everything was in the documents." Really? My lips twisted for a second, and my face squeezed together. "So… Kael was trying to expose them?" I asked, thinking aloud, and Lucien shook his head. "No. Kael was never supposed to have that document. Someone leaked it to him. And that’s the problem,” he explained, and I tilted my head, trying to piece it together. "Why did it matter who gave it to him?" I asked, and Lucien gasped loudly, as if he was frustrated that I wasn’t understanding fast enough.

I believe this information of three Presidents challenging our President and later apologizing with numerous gifts was aired on BBC, Channels, and several other news stations for days. "What wasn't aired was the inner activity; Lucien's visit. This was because Lucien had no regard for such fame as he had already attained more than that and was bored of it. "If Lucien was to return all over again in the form of who he truly is, the convoy that will follow him will fill the entire Virginia!" Declan shudders in ecstasy. "H–" "You've said enough. Can't you see you're frightening them?" Lucien smacks him on the back of his head.

“All attention will be on you again, Lucifer. We should see to that first.” “He’s used to it” Lucian yelled before Lucifer could answer. “He’s been a public eyeshot since he was a kid, so it’s not a new thing that he was trending.” Lucifer shot him a glance, “Is this the time to joke around? Can’t you see that she caused it?” I was confused, “She? Who?” Lucian also demanded an explanation, but Lucifer stood up and pocketed his hand. “Doris McAllen! My wolf is telling me she’s behind this” he stopped, looking at our shocked reactions. “Think about it, who benefited from exposing this and who wanted her gone? Who has the legal connections to leak this to the media without getting traced?”

Marco stood slowly, heart pounding. He sent the footage to IT with one instruction: Lock down Lucien’s access. Now. Then he walked to Max’s office, folder in hand. Max was standing at the window again, hands in his pockets. “Lucien Hale,” Marco said without preamble. Max didn’t turn. “What about him?” “He’s the leak.” A long silence. “Are you sure?” Marco placed the folder on the desk. “Caught him accessing sealed mergers from a ghost drive. He’s been leaking to Valen & Graves for months. Likely since the night of the masquerade.”

My heart hadn't slowed since fleeing his penthouse. I shoved open the apartment door, and my phone buzzed in my hand with Ronan's name flashing across the screen. "Stop sending me useless information. Lucien doesn't have a child with Jessica Bloom." "But I saw them—" "You saw nothing. I know my brother better than you do. Whatever you think you witnessed, you're wrong." I wasn't giving up that easily. "We could still use this. If we leak photos of Lucien with Jessica, it would make him look like a cheater. The public would turn against him."

“Isn’t she the one who made headlines two months ago for cheating on her fiancé?” “That was merely an unfounded accusation." Zachary retorted, waving his hand dismissively. “It was an act of a commoner to blame the victim and twist the truth.” “It’s not just a rumor, Grandfather. The footage was leaked. If you ask your secretary to dig into the truth, I’m sure he’ll uncover more fascinating details about it. He's more than capable of that, just give the order.” Despite the indignation on his face, Lucien met his obstinacy with calm determination.

And she understood exactly what she was walking into. Lucien Moreau was the son of a murderer. The nephew of a criminal. He’d inherited a company built on blood and lies. Did he know? Had his father told him the truth before he died? Or was Lucien as much a victim of his family’s secrets as she was? It didn’t matter. Not really. Because tomorrow morning, she was going to walk into his office and agree to marry him. And then she was going to use that position to find out everything.