Novel & Cerita Mikaela Pascal Leaked

I picked up the call and I flinched as Deej yelled through the phone, her voice seeming to suggest that the plan had gone south. “Talia! You won't believe this…” “Easy there, Deej. What happened?” “Michaela happened. That girl's crazy,” she continued yelling. “She leaked her video along with some others,” “What! How did she get the videos?” “I don't know, I might have sent some to her but not Emily's though. I thought we could trust her.” Deej voiced. “ She wants to take all the credit for taking down Steve alone and she's threatening to release Emily's too.”

He had walked right into it. Victoria pressed her advantage. "Celeste Moreau resurfaced six months ago under an alias. She’s been feeding misinformation to our competitors, and she’s been getting inside information from someone in this very room." She let her gaze sweep the table. "I have bank records, communication logs, and a sworn affidavit from a private investigator who traced the leaks back to Mr. Webb’s office." "That's fabrication," Marcus spat, rising from his chair. "You can't prove any of that."

Mia rushed in, her face completely pale, her eyes wide with sheer panic as she clutched a tablet to her chest. “Ms. Gates…” Mia gasped, her voice trembling violently, “We have a massive problem.” Jules stood up slowly, a cold dread instantly creeping back into her veins, “What is it, Mia?” “An anonymous source just leaked encrypted bank transactions and altered audit sheets to the federal regulatory authorities,” Mia whispered, “And the media has already picked it up. Solid evidence of past financial fraud has been officially presented... and the entire ESPLEN conglomerate is currently being put under investigation.”

My heart hammered wildly, feeling as though it stopped beating entirely the moment I saw the image displayed there. It was the silhouette photo of us inside the car last night, and it had now been widely circulated on a local online campus gossip portal with a highly incriminating headline. Before I could even process the sheer shock of it, an incoming call from Alexander filled my screen. I slid the green button with a hand that shook uncontrollably. "Selena, do not leave your campus building right now. Richard just leaked the photo to the public," Alexander's voice sounded incredibly cold and rigid on the other end of the line.

“But the first time I gave someone power—true power—I sobbed so hard my mascara bled into my collarbone.” “It wasn’t weakness. It was baptism.” She remembered writing it. Late at night. In black lace and honesty. It was the only post she’d ever made under that name. She deleted the account a day later. Someone had screenshotted it. And now? It was public. Saint Madeleine’s students were elite. But they were online. She stormed out of the locker room. Fencing practice forgotten. Priscilla was waiting for her moment—of course she was. Sitting on the courtyard bench with her perfect posture, surrounded by her perfect followers. Eating strawberries like sin was sweet.

“You don’t hide. You walk through like the woman who owns the place — because you do.” Her chest tightened, but she nodded faintly. Security cleared a path as they entered. Inside, Lila was waiting — pale, frantic, clutching her phone like a lifeline. “Thank God you’re here,” she said, rushing toward them. “It’s everywhere, Elena. Every site, every blog. They’ve even found photos from your early exhibitions. Someone inside leaked your ownership documents.” Elena’s heart sank. “Inside?” Lila nodded grimly. “It wasn’t a random guess. Someone with access to your files must’ve sold the information.”

"If I were you, I would not stay in the company anymore." A time bomb, how could she ignore it? After saying that, she stood up, Ashley walked with tired steps, preparing to leave. “Stop.” Giselle gasped behind her. Ashley instinctively turned around. Giselle rushed at her: “Ashley. Don’t think you’re so noble. What’s so great about you? You don’t need to act noble and pretend to be a good person. I hate your kind appearance the most. That’s right. It was me. The one who leaked the secret was me. You sent your subordinates to prosecute me. Do you dare? Don’t forget, Patterson Group’s money is gone, and the capital has been cut off, as long as you report me, the whole world will know, that Pa

“It’s Emily.” She answered, putting the call on speaker. “Claire, you won’t believe this. Mirabel is trending.” Emily’s voice was frantic, almost breathless. “What?” Claire frowned. “Someone leaked everything,” Emily continued. “Her real name, her date of birth, where she works, her entire history—it’s all over the internet. People are tearing her apart.” I exchanged a glance with Claire, who looked as stunned as I felt. “It wasn’t us,” I said quickly. “The files are still here.”

Hurt because Marl was siding with me instead of her. I know she secretly loves Marl. If that happened to me, I’m sure it would hurt me a lot. I noticed how her chest was rapidly rising and falling, her lips trembling. Michaela closed her bloodshot eyes tightly as she crouched and picked up her black Chanel bag from the glass coffee table. “V-video tape of you pushing Miss Rose Buenaventura off the Western Eagle’s balcony!” she said, passing us and walking out of the condo without looking back.

“File audit requests on Lin and Neha. Check any trading movements in the last two months.” Elsa messaged: “Media’s reacting to the leaked memo. Hashtags shifting. Phrases like ‘female-led stability’ are trending.” “Let it ride.” Later that night, Sasha’s name resurfaced. An online blog released an interview. “Inside the Culture of Control: Former Talon Insider Speaks out,” Sasha claimed she leaked out of fear. That I had isolated her. That the pregnancy news was “a cry for help.” Elsa sent the link. I replied: “Preempt it.”