Nami Mommy Of Leaked Novels & Stories

“‘Is this what goes on behind closed doors at Moretti Enterprises? Is this how all staffs are treated?’” My jaw clenched. I took the phone from her and scrolled further. “‘What an animal, she was probably just doing her job.’” “‘ I hope she never comes back to walk for that horrible man’” “‘He probably slept with her too’” I tossed the phone back onto the desk. “This could destroy everything” Amara said gently I already knew that. I paced, gripping the back of the leather chair. “Who leaked it?” “We don’t know yet” she said. “It came from an anonymous account. We’re running a trace, but…”

Perfect lies. The woman who’d once told me, “We’ll get through this, Ethan. Together.” Now I wasn’t sure if “together” ever meant the same thing for her as it did for me. It started with a headline that morning: “CARTER UNDER FIRE: New Allegations Surface — Possible Internal Leak.” No author credit. But I didn’t need one. The phrasing was pure Cassandra, viciously polite, made to hurt and disgrace my mom. I threw my phone onto the couch and ran a hand through my hair.

“Damian told me something today. Something you need to know. And I hate that I’m the one telling you.” She sat up straighter, her hands folding in her lap. “Go on.” I took a breath, searching for the right way to say it. There wasn’t one. “There’s been a leak. Someone’s been releasing information about the AI project, among other things. Not just company secrets—personal things. Photos.” Her eyes widened. “Photos?” “Yes,” I said quietly. “Of people in the family. Damian, Charlotte, even… us.” She blinked, as if the words were physically trying to settle in her mind but kept slipping. “Us?”

I'm only doing this because I want to prove to everyone that my mom hasn't ruined me. "It's a diary." I say in a low tone. "We specialize in hot news; influencer feuds, celebrity diaries, and cheating exposes. I've seen a part of your leaked diary online. Your story perfectly fits what our publishing house is looking for at the moment." She adjusts her glasses. "Would you like to publish exclusively with us?" She asks. "My mom already has this up on her social media." I say with a shrug. "it's impossible to publish exclusively."

My hand felt like ice as I reached out, pulled the computer closer, and clicked on the flashing digital link. This new leak wasn't hidden away in a small lifestyle sidebar or an obscure business blog. It was a massive, bold headline running straight across the top page of the state legal digest. It was a highly specialized publication that went directly to the desk of every family court judge, guardian ad litem, and appellate clerk in the entire district. "WHITMORE TRUST INVESTIGATION: LEAKED CUSTODY DOCUMENTS SHOW SIGNIFICANT MISREPRESENTATION BY CONTESTING PARENT."

Nadia froze slightly. Her fingers paused mid-motion as she reached for a slice of fruit. “…Mom,” she started carefully. “You knew about Liam,” their mother continued, her tone still calm—but firmer now. “About the cheating,about his mother, about Elias.” Layla’s chest tightened. Nadia glanced at her briefly, then back at their mother. “Mom,I was going to tell you,” she said softly. “When?” her mother asked. There was no anger in her voice,just disappointment and somehow—that was worse.

Then the sharper nausea hit. The leak came from the house. From my family. More specifically, from my sister who never uses brakes when she talks, to her husband, and then into whatever network of men who exchange information while pretending it’s called “coordination.” I typed a reply, then stopped. Deleted it. Typed again. Deleted that too. In the end, I just locked the screen, set the phone on my chest, and stared up at the sky. “Asshole,” I muttered, not sure who it was aimed at. Zach. Mauro. The entire leaky mafia male communication system. Everyone.

He turned around and left to continue his search. Samson shoved Jasper away and left with his own people. “Chairman Miller, we didn’t manage to find her.” The assistant was a little worried as he stood beside Jasper. “We’ve figured out the reason behind how the videos were leaked. A nanny at the mansion used her cell phone to download parts of the video recordings. Also, I’ve investigated part of the CCTV records. We have the two nannies at the mansion under our control now, and they’ve confessed to certain things. Would you like to—”

"Old documents have been leaked. Photos of your mother in the rehabilitation room. The captions... no mercy." I got up from the bed and walked to the window. My heart was beating very fast. My adrenaline was pumping when it came to my mother's name. Vera continued, "Big accounts reposted them. Thousands of comments. They say you started a foundation in the name of 'former mental health patients'. Some call it 'exploiting trauma for donations'..." I closed my eyes, trying to hold myself back from exploding. "Rachel is preparing a response, but of course we will wait for your decision."

Unexpectedly, she was the first person to be called out by Mia. "We should all go back and rest. Stop looking anymore. Also, don't bring it up to Jayden tomorrow," Karen said. "Aunt Karen, my mother will definitely let this slip. Let's make a bet if you don't believe me." It turned out that the reason why everyone was standing on the rooftop watching Jayden secretly was that Levi had reported this to them. "Levi, are you even my son?" Mia had never come across someone who treated humiliating his mother like a hobby. If it weren't for the fact that Levi looked a lot like Neil, she would have thought that she had brought back the wrong child from the hospital years ago.