Mikaela Pascal Leaked Novels & Stories

she asked sharply. Lisa rushed forward and handed her the tablet without a word. Ximena took it. Her eyes flicked across the screen. **“EXCLUSIVE: Miguel Ricardo’s Secret Past with Tania Roberto—Photos Reveal Hidden Intimacy”** She didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch. Lisa spoke cautiously. “The photos are… everywhere now. Gossip sites. Social media. Even some mainstream outlets are running with it.” Rafael joined in, voice low. “We’ve pulled the interns from their desks and locked down our comms. No one is to speak to press. We’re tracking the leak’s source.”

What form of security that they'd need. It turned into nearly midnight whilst Damien's smartphone rang. He frowned on the screen. "It is Marcus,”he answered. "What's wrong?" Celeste watched his face change. All the color drained out. "When?" he said sharply. "How many people?" He hung up and looked at her. "We have a problem." "What happened?" "Someone just leaked the whole pact. Everything. It's on every major news site right now. They're calling it the marriage of the century."

Before I could answer, Mia grabbed the phone from my hand. "She says yes!" she shouted into the phone. "Plan something incredible!" I tried to grab the phone back, but it was too late. I could hear Lucian laughing on the other end. "Consider it done," he said when I finally got the phone back. That night, I was getting ready for bed when my phone buzzed with a news alert. "SUPERMODEL GISELLE LAURENT DROPPED BY MODELING AGENCY FOLLOWING BLACKMAIL SCANDAL."

Her heels clacked across the marble floor “You need to see this, now” “What?” I snapped, looking up. I didn’t like interruptions, especially not unannounced ones She held up her tablet. Her face was pale, her hands shaking slightly “Someone leaked the video from the Rome investor dinner ” she said breathlessly “It’s all over the internet. Social media, gossip sites, even business blogs are picking it up” A pit opened in my stomach. “What video?” “The one where you screamed at Rosalie in front of everyone” I slowly walked over and took the tablet from her. The headline read:

EXCLUSIVE VIDEO: Helen Fletcher’s Secret Romance Exposed. There were screenshots. Blurry stills. A grainy video clip. Me. Jace. The club. The kiss. My breath hitched. The room tilted. This wasn’t happening. “Rita—what the hell is this?” I yelled. “It’s everywhere, Helen. TMZ, DailyFix, even Variety is running it. Someone leaked it.” “I don’t—this can’t be—” “Honey, you need to get out of there. Paparazzi are going to swarm. Come to my place. Now.”

Paisley sobbed as she said,"I'm sorry." "It's good to hear that you know what you did wrong. Now go back to your room." Paisley's tears didn't stop when she went back to her room. Seeing that, Hardy heaved a long breath and leaned back on the sofa. Then, he took out his phone and checked the news a little unwillingly. The video of Paisley and Talitha at Climax Space was already all over the internet. Although the PR team of Acma Corporation was doing their best to delete those posts, it was futile. The news that came out at noon had gone viral, and people had already started to connect it to Paisley and Talitha.

Reverie beamed at me, eyes filled with pride. "You never change, do you, little witch?" Reverie asked and shoved another brandy and coke into my hand. "How can I change when I love who I am?" "You are your mother's daughter, for fucking sure." *** Mikaela had found out about my little dalliance last night. I don't know how she had found out, but she had and I was fucked. If Mikaela told Luciana, I would be grounded before I even made my debut into society. Maybe Sebastian had told her, betrayed Reverie's trust and told the Princess Consort that her daughter had escaped into the night last night. This was an utter train wreck.

I was curled on the couch, laptop still open beside me, last night's statement blinking on the screen in autosave. I had written until exhaustion took me. But something felt wrong. It was the stillness again. My phone buzzed from where it sat on the counter. I padded over barefoot, rubbing sleep from my eyes. Aria: Riley. You need to get online. Now. It's bad. My stomach clenched before I could even finish reading. “I opened my browser and saw the headlines had shifted, turning against me.” Leaked Footage Suggests Inappropriate Relationship Between CEO Michael Gray and Employee Riley Jordan

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.”

Mouths dropped open. And then — the sound of audible gasps. Everyone was reading. Articles. Breaking news. Gossip site blasts. Live tweets from someone’s burner account. A leaked tip from someone inside the venue. It was out. All of it. “Del Valle Heir Involved in Infidelity Scandal.” “Confirmed Divorce Between Anastasia Montreal and Regan Del Valle.” “Who is Zarina Andrade? The Other Woman With a History.”