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Leila stopped walking. Read it again. He regrets. Her phone buzzed again. Another alert. Then another. The story was spreading in real time, outlet to outlet, the way things did when someone with inside access decided to talk. Someone had leaked it. Not the pregnancy itself, that was still framed as unconfirmed. But Adrian's knowledge of it. The rights he'd signed away. The regret. Someone inside Blue Moon Pack had just handed the media a story about her child. Leila's hand tightened around the phone. She turned and walked directly to her father's study. They were out of time.

He simply handed her the phone. Her trembling fingers took it. The screen showed dozens of notifications. T*****r, I*******m, Blogs, Tabloids. All flashing the same headline, “Damian Blackwood’s Wife EXPOSED, Shocking Photos From Her Past Leak Online.” Arielle’s heart dropped to her stomach. She clicked one post. And froze. Pictures of her as a teenager. Wearing tattered clothes. Standing outside the old community center. Carrying buckets of water. Eating donated food.

And beneath that there were blurred company watermarks, partial documents, and insider testimonies all splashed across web pages and social media. The leak was vague, but far more detailed than the previous. And even though nothing had been fully proven yet, what had emerged was enough to cause a nationwide uproar. And indeed it was already doing that. Grandmother Hayes had been in the conservatory when Emmet came rushing in with the info. She had not needed more than three glances at the screen before her cup slipped and shattered on the tiled floor. Now, barely an hour later, she was pacing the drawing room, holding onto her own tablet one moment and pulling it forward in the next one, try

The next few days were consumed with final wedding preparations and trying not to think about the fact that my mother was dying or that Corso was apparently still plotting against us. Maya came to find us three days before the wedding looking stressed. "We have a problem," Maya said, pulling up her laptop. "Someone leaked details about the wedding to the press." "What details?" Emma asked. "Guest list, venue, timing," Maya read. "And they're framing it as a private corporate event masquerading as a wedding." "Who leaked it?" I asked. "Can't tell but the story broke on a blog that's known for getting tips from corporate insiders," Maya said. "My guess is someone connected to Corso."

She said coldly. Lauren slowly resumed her seat. "I'm sorry to hear that." She replied calmly. "Don't play games with me, Lauren." Tessa snapped, stepping closer to the desk. Lauren folded her hands together. Tessa dropped several documents onto the table. "Confidential information was leaked." Lauren glanced briefly at the papers before returning her attention to Tessa. "That's unfortunate." She said kindly. "I know how this must feel." "Cut the act." Tessa said sharply. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

The caption reads: “If you think she didn’t know, you’re lying to yourself.” The comments are brutal. Gold digger. Contract wife. She knew what she signed up for. My hands start shaking so badly I have to put the phone down. This isn’t just gossip. This is strategy. Celeste isn’t reacting. She’s executing. Mara appears in the doorway, phone pressed to her ear, face pale. “They’re running with it,” she says. “Blogs. Entertainment pages. Someone leaked screenshots. Real ones.”

“You managed me.” He met my stare. “I did both. Because if I didn’t, you’d be crucified in headlines by now.” I stepped back. “And what does that make me? Your campaign?” “No,” he said. “My priority.” “Not the same thing.” The war room fell quiet as Marcus entered. He handed Damon a folder. “I traced the source of the leak.” Damon opened it slowly. His eyes scanned the top name, then darkened. “Kellerman?” Marcus nodded. “He’s been feeding breadcrumbs through a proxy in Geneva. Took a silent payout two weeks ago.”

And by nightfall, they had enough whispers to build a bombshell. Offshore accounts. Insider trading. A trail of interns paid off and silenced after one “trip” to the Caymans that no one could explain. “Still want her on the board?” Zara asked Alec with a smirk. Alec didn’t smile. “I want her out of this city.” “Then let’s make her famous for all the wrong reasons.” ⸻ But there was a problem neither of them saw coming. LANEMODE’s server had been hacked. The entire Spring Preview line—Zara’s unreleased, handcrafted baby—was leaked to a fast-fashion rival with a timed global drop.

My heart sank as anger boiled beneath the surface. "What the hell is this?" I demanded. "Oh, Richard," Nadia said, her voice mockingly sympathetic. "When I saw that video, I couldn’t believe it myself. I had to send my assistant to investigate. And guess what? It was Tammie who leaked it." My grip tightened around the phone. "That’s not possible." "It is," she insisted. "She’s not who you think she is. You deserve better than this, Richard. You know where to find me if you need someone who truly cares."

On it were the leaked board emails, confirmation that I had appointed Mara in authority, copies of every internal memos about missing shipments, contract terminations, and stock option offers. I connected it to the laptop and began drafting a secure message to select board members and key clients. Subject: Urgent Clarification Requested Body: You have received commentary implying I have left the country for medical treatment and that leadership steps have been taken in my absence. That commentary originated from statements authored by Alessia Vale and approved by Roman Vale. I have not left the country and remain fully capable of fulfilling my role and responsibilities. I have initiated priv