Mikaela Pascal Leaked Novels & Stories

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.”

The video ended with a caption someone had added in bold red text: “Dorm Room Secrets: confirmed.” Her hands shook. She could barely breathe. The door burst open a moment later Mia, wide eyed, holding her phone like it was a bomb. “Lola… tell me this isn’t real.” Lola’s throat was dry. “Mia, I” “People think you leaked it yourself!” Mia said, panic threading her voice. “They think it’s all some sick publicity stunt.” Lola shook her head, tears welling. “I didn’t God, I didn’t even know anyone was there.”

He was propped against the kitchen counter like he had been waiting for hours. I set my keys down on the table. “Define ‘that.’” “Don’t get me started.” He waved his phone in my direction, the screen glowing with a frozen video frame—Ophelia and me at the press conference, every flashbulb in the city immortalizing us side by side. “This leak—don’t try to tell me you weren’t aware of it.” “I wasn’t aware of it,” I said simply as I opened the fridge. “Alessandre—”

My chest tightened, but the silence gave no answers. Then my phone rang, startling me. Lucas. “Hey, girl—” “Lucas, it’s late. Why are you calling me now?” “I just landed in New York. And… you’re trending.” “What?” “Check the news.” I ended the call in a rush and pulled up the headlines. IDENTITY OF SECRET MODEL EXPOSED: OLIVIA LANCASTER REVEALED AS THE FACE BEHIND THE MASKED MODEL. My breath caught. My pulse thundered in my ears as I scrolled down. Photos everywhere—backstage shots, private fittings, moments I didn’t even know were captured. Someone had leaked everything.

Pick up a piece, the sweetness melted on my tongue, almost too much after weeks of tension and takeout. Maria placed her phone down, and the screen was still glowing. “The videos are everywhere. Not just p**n sites. Mainstream outlets picked them up… CNN, BBC, and local stations back home. They’re running blurred stills with headlines like ‘Maxwell Family Implosion: Sex Tapes Rock Elite Dynasty.’” She paused, looked at me. “Your father’s company stock dropped seventeen percent in pre-market. Claire’s fiancé gave a statement to TMZ and called her ‘a victim of a depraved household.’ Lucas posted a single tweet at 4 a.m.: ‘Truth hurts. Deal with it.’ Then deleted his account.” Lila flinched at

Marisa asked. Selena nodded slowly. “Yeah… what’s going on? Why is everyone acting like—” She stopped, glancing around. “Like the world is ending?” she finished quietly. Marisa let out a small breath. “You really don’t know,” she said. A strange feeling settled in Selena’s chest. “Know what?” Marisa hesitated—just for a second. Then she leaned in slightly. “There’s been a leak.” Selena blinked. “A leak?” “Confidential files,” Marisa continued in a low voice. “From our biggest client.”

“If even one of those files leak, it’ll make Cassandra look like child’s play.” “Who has the files?” Camellia clenched her jaw. “Juna Li.” Minutes before Sophie was due to go on, a low murmur rippled through the Summit press floor. A new post had gone viral. “Sophie Burnett: The Messages They Hid” Clips from years ago — private video diaries, therapy logs, incomplete drafts of Vault submissions — all leaked to the open net. One audio clip caught fire: “Sometimes I wonder if the world would be safer without Phoenix at all.”

She might just cut my dick off after I promised I wouldn’t do anything with the footage and the whole damn country has seen it by now. Fuck my life. “Ace?” I whirl around to see Paetyn standing in the archway to the living room. Her hands are wrapped around her waist, and my T-shirt from last night hangs from her slim frame. “Are you okay?” I clear my throat and nod. “Yeah.” I really shouldn’t be lying to her, especially not about this. “I mean, no, I’m not. I, uh… just saw on the news that the video footage of Liam I have was leaked to the media.” I step around the couch to stop in front of her. “But I don’t know how it got leaked from my computer, I swear. I was going to delete it today.”

"Your girlfriend took photos of Miss Mira without your knowledge and if you look at it, that's the day you presented them and she sold them to a magazine and paparazzi... Can you imagine if they had published them? » “Shirley? But… she would never have done that and…” “Mica… look what I have… if Mr. Fabian hadn’t done it I would have done it because I too have something to show you” Aden gave his cell phone to Michaël while the latter played the video. “I took it not an hour ago and I decided to tell you about it. I'm sorry Mike…" Michaël's eyes widened as he read the video as his mind went blank. Aden and Fabian expected him to cry but he just made a freakishly cold face before getting up.