Mikaela Pascal Leaked Novels & Stories

I asked. Pascal hesitated. "It says that more evidence will be released in twenty-four hours," he said. "More photos. More videos. More financial documents. Unless..." He trailed off. "Unless what?" I demanded. Pascal looked at me with something like pity in his eyes. "Unless you resign immediately," he said. The room fell completely silent. I sat there, unable to breathe. This is Victoria. It had to be. She was threatening to release more fake evidence unless I gave up everything.

And just like that, every camera was pointed up at the balcony at me. I thought you said your firm had this locked down.” Williams gave Clara a look. She scowled back at him, made three phone calls in quick succession—two of them in Spanish—and then turned back to my head of security. “The leak didn’t come from us.” Her eyes darted toward Kiara and me. “It came from your boyfriend, with the help of Julian. He wants to tarnish your image.” Kaira's answer was barely more than a whisper. “My ex.”

Moments later, she heard muffled voices. She sat up, nerves starting to tingle. Then she heard it. Her name. Isabella wrapped the sheet around her and tiptoed toward the hallway, peeking through the slight crack in the door. Alexander stood with his assistant, Marcus, who held a tablet in his hand. “I’m sorry, sir,” Marcus said. “But this was leaked an hour ago.” He turned the tablet to face Alexander. Alexander’s jaw clenched as his eyes scanned the screen. Curious, Isabella grabbed her phone and typed her name into the search bar.

She did not sleep with Titus but instead ruined herself. After Myka saw the leaks online, she called Carol to congratulate her. “Carol, did you see the leaks on Twitter? Rachel Fritzgerald deserves it! She walked all over you because she’s the heiress of the Fritzgerald family, right? She thinks she’s hot sh*t, right? Let’s see what she’s going to say about the photos online. She can’t exactly say that they’re photoshopped, can she?” But it was just as Myka predicted, Rachel actually uploaded a video online saying that she was slandered, and the photos online were all photoshopped by bad actors.

“Exactly. Never in the history of MIKROS TECH have we ever encountered a problem in under less than 24hours“ He says, removing his glasses. “Miss Alvara, I don't really stick my nose into business news but I heard your company crumbled in an instant due to some plagiarism issues“ My frown deepened, “What does that have to do with anything, Mr Vale?“ “The Aurora Grid project has been leaked to the press, Miss Alvara“ He says, sternly. “Neither I nor Mr Foley would do such a thing especially given the fact that AGP is a big deal“ The press information was leaked? Could it be the same mole that gave up information to Williams. “Are you saying one of my employees leaked the information, Mr Vale?

she warned. "Bring it on; I look forward to it." I hung up the phone before she did, my mood plunging deeper: Kent was right; the video was leaked by Leila, not Jared. But for me, there's no difference anymore. They are both bad fruits that sprung from the same tree “I’m sorry for dragging you into this.” I apologized. “What do you mean dragging me into this?” "Bringing you along with me... You lost face..." My voice was low; regardless of how much I tried to control it, the sorrowful emotions still leaked out.

"Whatever Madam Kierra says, sir." The sound of rapid footsteps echoed through the corridor. Everyone turned. Alessio barged into the room, his phone still pressed to his ear and his face flushed from urgency. "We have a situation," he said, throwing his jacket over a chair and pouring himself a quick cup of coffee. "The lawsuit against Selene Hail is about to be processed sooner than we expected." Sebastian’s smile vanished. I blinked. "What do you mean?" Alessio tossed his phone onto the table and let out a breath. "Apparently, someone inside the Hail estate leaked crucial documents. Financial logs. Medical records. Illegal contracts. Everything that ties Selene to the underground shipment

"Inside Sources: The Truth About Maya's Relationship Games" Each headline felt like a punch to the stomach. My phone buzzed constantly with interview requests, social media mentions, and messages from strangers who felt entitled to share their opinions about my personal life. Quinn burst into my dorm room without knocking, her laptop clutched against her chest. "Maya, you need to see this," she said, her face pale. "More headlines? I can't. I just can't look at it anymore." "No, this is different." She set her laptop on my desk and pulled up a video. "Someone leaked security footage from the library attack."

I watched from the sidelines, heart racing. Alexander’s gaze locked onto the cameras. “We will not crumble. We will not bow. And we will never be owned.” The questions started, chaos breaking loose. And then, the assistant rushed up to me. Her voice was tight, urgent. “Leila… you need to see this.” I turned, my stomach twisting. She held up a phone. And on the screen? A breaking news alert. My breath stalled. A leaked recording. A voice I recognized. Marcus Calloway.

"I'm sorry, Mia. I truly am. But... that’s not all." Mia froze. Her shoulders tensed beneath Andreas's hold. "Wait... there’s more?! No. No, I can't. I can’t listen to this anymore." She turned to leave, footsteps already carrying her toward the stairs when April shot to her feet. Her voice rang like a gavel in a courtroom. "I leaked the photos of you and Andreas. The scandal? I caused it." The room went still. Mia stopped in her tracks, her back to them. Her breath caught in her throat. Andreas straightened, eyes narrowing, mouth tightening into a grim line. Mrs. Angela sobbed openly now, one hand covering her mouth.