Novel & Cerita Naomi Ross Of Leaks

she said, flashing her signature smile. Why did she look so pleased with herself? I cleared my throat and said, "You're aware it's an exposé, which would probably tarnish his image." "Oh, honey, I know everything." My heart skipped a beat. I knew that Cassandra was up to something, but I tried to maintain my composure. "And you're going to tell me what you know?" I raised an eyebrow in skepticism. "Including what happened in 2013?" She rolled her eyes. "Don't act dumb Leah. You know what I'm here for."

We both knew we had to cut her off. But cutting Rosy off wasn’t easy. She threatened to expose everything. Not just the shady deals or the fake contracts—she knew about the forged documents Leah had signed under my name. She knew about the secret account in Switzerland. She knew about the night that almost ruined our life, the night that we all swore to take to the grave. So we turned the tables on her. We set her up. Leah leaked enough intel to the Feds to get her locked up. --- I stared at Leah’s message again. Just four words. And yet, they were enough to make me want to throw my phone across the room.

Naomi was very surprised such a question was even directed to her in the first place because she doesn't understand the reason why she has to be the one to answer such a question when she is the victim in this. "You're not trying to say that I brought out this information, right? ” Naomi asked immediately because she was finding it very hard to believe that Anna would really think she is behind it. “Of course, because I know for sure that you're the one that leaked that information! “Anna!” screamed at the top of her voice. Naomi was very surprised because why is she even in all of this in the first place? Signing the contract that day was the biggest mistake of her life.

"Don't play dumb. These leaks are too perfect to be internet handwork. Did you leak Jessica's affair? Did you expose my father?" I met her eyes directly and made sure not to blink. "No." "Damien…" "Eva, I didn't leak anything. I woke up to the same notifications as you did. I'm just as surprised as you are." It wasn't technically a lie. I didn't leak anything. Roman did. Well, not Roman but Romos with over 50 million followers across the globe did and news outlets picked it up. She searched my face, clearly not convinced by my words. "You swear you had nothing to do with this?"

I can feel her fear radiating off her, and I hate that I’m the one who has to say it out loud. “I need to tell you both something,” I begin, voice low but steady. “And I need you to hear all of it before you react.” That gets Nyx’s full attention. Her arms cross, jaw tight. Ronan leans forward slightly, eyes flicking from me to Rosalee. I run a hand down my face, then continue. “Rosalee… has been leaking information. To Crimsonclaw.” Nyx’s face hardens instantly. Ronan’s jaw ticks.

Lola said,and tears was dripping down from her eyes, "That day, you won't be exempted, because I have all the packages of your secrets with me, I have all the memory cards with me" Naomi said, "I will exposed you more than you expected" Naomi said, "I don't have any secret except you frame me" Lola said, "Frame, I won't frame you but, I will dig out your evil deeds" Naomi said,

She replied “And Mason will retaliate.” I picked up my glass “I expect him to.” I studied her carefully. “You’re sure?” She nodded. “If he has activated old alliances, I want to see who answers.” I could not help but admire her mind. “Fine,” I said. “We will test him.” Rosa’s POV The leak went live at midnight. A document suggesting financial irregularities in Mason’s expansion project. It was nothing too direct but just enough doubt. By morning, the city was buzzing. I watched the news quietly as Gabriel stood behind me.

A little sister in a hospital bed who still needed the next six months of private care. I couldn’t leave. But God—I wanted to. — In the morning, I expected the silence. But what I didn’t expect was Naomi standing in my doorway, arms folded, a tabloid in her hand. “The leak dropped,” she said flatly. I sat up too fast. “What leak?” She held it out. My face. Splashed across the front of the screen like a warning label. “Billionaire Kingsley’s Wife Linked to Scandal with Ex-Felon. Secret Past?”

It felt as though I had to stay ahead and keep my secrets underground, or I’d be the one under the ground. Leaking Rosa’s journal had been a brilliant idea, and I’d managed it without a hitch. I had typed out an anonymous note, vague but clear enough in its suggestions, left the package in the dropbox and was gone before the security cameras could catch me. Rosa had been cuffed by the morning, the pack was muttering of her guilt, and the traitor's name on Elara clung closer. It was such a brilliant idea, so pure—until Caspian stole my sack and somehow his luck and loyalty to Damien made his senses too keen to notice what was happening.

At the moment I pushed the crowd away and made to leave, Naomi whipped her head up, as if she had been struck by lightning. “Wait!” With a complicated gaze, she turned to Yvonne. “The leaks might be fake. We’ve been together since our university days, and Claude has always worked hard. He’s… not the type to cling to Wendy Clark.” There was a slight hesitation in her voice, as if she had remembered all that happened last night. In the end, she still said her piece. However, before Yvonne could say anything, Lloyd said, “Naomi, things have already festered to this point, and you’re still defending him?! The paparazzi aren’t doormats!”