Novel & Cerita Lucien Lorraine Leaked

"I have never missed a deal. I have never broken a promise. I am here to ensure my holdings are protected, and your influence extended. I ask that you measure me by my legacy, not by the whisperings of those who fear me." Lord Xie remained silent, but no flicker of consideration passed through his eyes. --- Lucian didn’t wait. By the time he left the conference hall, he had already given orders to check the media logs. Back at his private residence in the East, he pulled up the news on his secure tablet. And there it was. Headlines. THE DIRECTOR'S SECRET WIFE EXPOSED IN AFFAIR SCANDAL! Lucian’s Silent Bride No More: Leaks Show Unfaithfulness in Marriage?

the man said, rendering me speechless. I could not believe what my ears were hearing. “Oh my God, this is so… I don’t know how to describe this turn of events.” “So, you mean that it was Lucien who instructed you to reveal the false news to the public?” a reporter inquired. “Yes. We already found them on the first day but since he wanted to create headlines and wanted to make Lenox appear bad in the public eye, he told me to send him false information.” “And what about the mayor, was he aware of the truth?”

Of course, something was wrong, but, Adrain wasn't bothered about it. Then, in the office, Sophie burst into his office, her face pale and eyes wide with urgency. "Sir, you need to see this." Adrian took the tablet she handed him, the blood in his veins turning ice-cold as he read the headline splashed across the screen. EXPOSED: Lucas’s Secret Deals and Shady Transactions Unveiled. His grip on the tablet tightened. Beneath the headline was a leaked report, an exposé detailing years of fraudulent transactions, backdoor dealings, and off-the-record financial manipulations—all under Lucas’s name.

“And keep fighting anyway.” --- Selene joined them near dawn the next day, her expression dark with unspoken knowledge. She carried an old leather-bound ledger in her hand, one that had been hidden in the vault they’d bled to access. “This is why he wants you so badly,” she said, offering the book to Emily. Emily took it with careful hands. The spine was almost gone, and the cover was broken. The page names, dates, and the unadulterated reality of Lucien's crimes were all splattered with secrets by the faded ink when she opened it.

On the screen… News channels from around the world played simultaneously. Every one of them carried the same headline. BLACKWELL CONSORTIUM DATA LEAK SHOCKS GLOBAL MARKETS. Aurora frowned. “That’s impossible.” Lucien took the tablet. His face drained of color. “The Protocol…” He whispered. “It wasn’t stopped.” Alexander stepped closer. “But Adrian is dead.” Lucien slowly shook his head. “No.” His eyes scanned the screen. “He completed the upload before the explosion.” Aurora felt the blood leave her face.

The screen displayed a news headline accompanied by a photograph of an elderly woman with silver hair smiling alongside a younger blonde man. It wasn't the picture of his grandmother and his older brother that set him off—it was the bold headline printed above it. His throat went dry, and a surge of dark anger tightened his chest. An Exclusive Interview with Frederick Laurent: The Unannounced Heir to the Laurent Empire. Lucien slammed his fist onto the wooden desk, tossing the tablet aside. "How was an article like this allowed to go live?! Who authorized this press release?!" he snarled through gritted teeth.

*** That evening, Lucian barged into his mother’s mansion without knocking, anger surging from him face. Claire was still dressed from her meeting, sipping brandy. She looked like she had won a war. “I warned you,” Lucian said. “You drag Isla’s name again and I’ll burn everything down,” Lucian roared. Claire raised her glass with a soft smirk. “I didn’t drag her, sweetie. I simply... whispered. The press dragged it. Why are you blaming me for that?” “You leaked an old charity fund detail. She was never involved in it.”

I kept turning around to smile, to reassure him with my eyes—even as my heart tried to claw out of my chest. Lucien had gone to meet with the PR team after speaking to that journalist, Camilla Dane. He’d made good on his promise to go public, and the media hadn’t wasted a second. Our photos—of Leo, of Lucien holding him outside the penthouse, of me stepping into court—were already all over the internet. Some headlines praised Lucien. Others tore us apart. “Heiress Nurse’s Secret Son” one said. “Billionaire Wolfe Claims Surprise Heir” read another.

“No—! That's not what I meant. I think he leaked it too. When he found me here, he said he had the means. And he took pictures." Lucien's head snaps toward me so fast I take a step back without meaning to. "He did all that, and rather than tell someone, you still let him in? You let him come here to do what? Keep you company? Were you that bored? Are you that stupid?” His voice is low, but every word lands like a blow "No!” I say, my voice cracking. "I didn't have a choice. He had pictures and he said he'd tell everyone if I didn't—"

Holding more secrets than I wanted to know. "Should we look?" I asked. "We have to." "I know." I picked up the drive. Turned it over in my hands. "I just don't want to." Lucien took out his laptop. Set it on the dresser. Held out his hand for the drive. I gave it to him. He plugged it in. The screen flickered. A folder appeared. Inside were dozens of files—spreadsheets, photographs, scanned documents. Margaret hadn't been lying. This wasn't a collection of hints and guesses. This was a treasure trove. A confession. A weapon.