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They both pulled away to look at the screen. "Breaking news coming out of the business section tonight. A massive data leak from Mane Enterprises alleges a scandal that could rock the construction industry. Leaked documents appear to show Alpha Mane, CEO of one of the city's largest developers, embezzling millions of dollars in shareholder funds." An image of Mane’s face appeared on the screen, next to a grainy photo of a bank transfer document. "The documents, released by an anonymous source, allegedly trace the funds to offshore accounts linked to Isabella Marcom, the mother of Alpha Cane Marcom."

A single photo leaked to the underworld — Amara Varela, standing at the gates of the Moretti estate, wearing her father's ring,flanked by Silva and Mateo. It was declaration. It was war. And it worked. The message came that night. No return address. Just three words. I'm coming home.

They'd found her. The siege was starting again. At midnight, Sarah's phone rang. She answered, listened, then turned pale. "What?" Maeve asked. "That was Marcus. Someone leaked Carter's sealed divorce records from Elizabeth. The whole story, the NDA, the payout, the allegations of controlling behavior." Sarah's voice was grim. "It's going to be front page tomorrow. Right alongside your interview." "Who leaked it?" "Does it matter? The damage is done." Sarah showed her phone. The headline was already live online.

By morning, the internet was on fire. A leaked headline from a tabloid site hit T*****r before breakfast: "EXCLUSIVE: Isabelle Vale Claims She Miscarried Liam Blackwood’s Baby Amid Emotional Breakdown." The article was vague, sourced to "anonymous friends," laced with sympathy and suspicion. It didn’t say Amara’s name, but the timing, the implications, the smirking undertones—it was clear. Tessa sent the link to Amara without commentary.

"Aria. You need to see this. Now. Meridian just dropped the next wave." We all pile into the command center, Natasha and Alexei already glued to the main display. The screen is split into a dozen feeds, every major news platform and social media network running the same banner. ARIA MORETTI MEDICAL RECORDS LEAK: INHERITED PSYCHOLOGICAL INSTABILITY PUTS UNBORN CHILD AT RISK.

If we went down this path, the Moreaux name would be dragged through the mud, but if we stopped now, Maljore would still have the upper hand in the end. "Tema has a secret fund that she had managed to embezzle using a paper company. "I never knew she was that smart," he said, and I was shocked. I could see the shock on Luneth's face as well. "As far as I know, Tema, I do not think she would ever have something like that," Luneth said and then turned up her nose. "I would have sworn that she was a devoted, dutiful housewife who only knew chores and her son," she added, and I agreed. Tema had really made us all underestimate her intelligence.

Before she could respond, the journalist appeared from the corner drenched, shaking, eyes wide with fear. “Amara,” she gasped, breathless. “You need to know the leak’s already out. The second story’s live. They’re calling it ‘The Reckoning of Silence.’ It’s trending.” Amara’s heart dropped. She took the woman’s phone. On the screen, her own picture filled the page a zoomed-in shot of her and Liam at the exhibit, with the headline: “A Love Rewritten: Amara’s Career Thrives on the Scandal That Broke Her.”

News alerts started flooding screens one after another. “What the hell is this?” one veteran reporter muttered, staring down at his tablet in disbelief. “Wait— look at these emails…” “Oh my God… these are offshore account records.” “It's prosecutor Demoor! She accepted three million dollars from a rival shipping syndicate!”

Urgent. By midday, PR had drafted a statement. Legal began preparing requests for records. The audit team was scheduled to begin the next morning. Emma reviewed the plan and added specific points for cross-checking share transfers. —--------------------------------------- That night at home, Emma and Ace sat in the living room.Maria prepared some pastries and fresh mixed juice and served them. Emma put her phone down on the table and leaned back. “Some of the board think I leaked the information to the press to frame Nathan,” she said. “They’re saying I’m running a personal agenda.”