Naomi Ross Of Leaks นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I said and she nodded and squeezed my hand tight. " Um... " Anna clears her throat as she stands at the door entrance, Heedah releases my hand immediately and concentrates on the injury, " Sorry for interrupting but we have a bit of an issue " She let out a sigh. " What's the issue? " I raised a brow " There has been another leak, check your phone " She sighs and I pick my phone from the stool next to me, the video of Anna and I at the restaurant had been leaked, a smile escaped my lips,

At least not without a better solution to ending the war. Leah got up from her seat and headed to her room. She had a lot to think about. She knew one thing for sure: she didn't want to mate with Theodore Blackwell. Leah entered her room and went straight to the bathroom. Once showered and changed, she got into bed and promptly gave into exhaustion.

Leo stayed close to me, and even when things got tense around us, his presence kept me calm. I sat at the desk, reviewing documents that had once been private. Each one told a story I had never meant to share. A small clinic I built in an unknown town. A school I funded anonymously. Now everything was open to the public. And all of it was being questioned. Nathan finally spoke after hours of silence. “I’ve got something,” he said. We all turned toward him. His eyes stayed fixed on the screen as he opened up a new file. “The leak didn’t come from inside Valehart,” he explained. “It was pulled from an external archive.”

Why must he destroy me? Just then, Beta burst into the room, his panic all over his face. "Mr. Ross, something bad happened! Someone leaked the video of Mrs. Ross being assaulted by the rogues!" Louis spun around, his face draining of all color. "What? Who the hell recorded that?" Beta stayed silent. Turning sharply, Louis glanced at me before storming out. "Sweetheart, wait for me. I promise I'll fix this!" I nodded but quietly followed after him. "Mr. Ross, if we act now, we can still take it down. Just give the order!" Beta said.

"I’ll give you a legacy you’ll never forget." I spent the rest of the day observing. I watched the security rotations. I listened to the way the staff spoke. I noticed where Ross kept his private keys and which laptop he used for his offshore accounts. He was arrogant. He believed I was a broken bird, too afraid of Leo’s safety to peck at his eyes. That was his mistake. A woman fighting for herself is dangerous, but a mother fighting for her child’s father is a force of nature. I waited until the house was quiet, the only sound the hum of the air conditioning and the distant surf of the ocean. I pulled the silver flash drive from its hiding spot in the lining of my suitcase—the real one, the

he whispered, though part of him already knew something bad was happening, part of him felt the cold, crawling dread that something had been unleashed - something big enough to drown him. Rachael inhaled sharply, and when she spoke again, it was almost a broken whisper, as if saying the words out loud made them too real. "It's the VANDERBILT files, Raymond. Someone - no, not someone, Nikolai Rosewood, it has to be him - he leaked everything to the public. Every transaction. Every offshore account. Every bribe. Every illegal acquisition. Every cover-up. Even documents from twenty years ago. Everything you and your father ever paid to be buried."

They entered without ceremony. Nikolai spoke first, as I expected. “There’s been a leak.” Rohan’s head snapped up. “What kind of leak?” “A reporter,” Nikolai continued, eyes flicking briefly in my direction before returning to his Alpha. “One who’s been shadowing you for weeks. We didn’t detect him early enough. He’s just released images.” Rohan rose to his feet so fast the sheet slipped, forgotten. He didn’t seem to care. “Images of what?”

This one was tagged: PRIVATE // URGENT // NAOMI. When it finally opened, the room had fallen silent. Inside were Naomi's personal notes—recordings, voice clips, and written diary entries. Roosevelt played the first recording. Naomi's shaking voice filled the space: "Marcus thinks I'm just his partner. He doesn't know I've seen the fraud. the lies. the falsified documents. I warned him today. I told him I would report everything to the authorities if he didn't stop. I don't trust him anymore. He's becoming dangerous."

“We don’t have to speak out directly. Just leak it to the right person. Gossip media love this kind of story.” Clara stepped toward the kitchen slowly, moving carefully so she could still hear the sounds. “Who?” Bella asked. “Andrew.” Bella frowned. “Andrew… the one who used to work at that clinic?” Noah nodded. “He still has access to some old records. If he leaks the documents showing the failed IVF cycles, even without full names, everyone will connect them to Liora. And we won’t have to appear at all.” Bella smirked. “Sneaky, but effective.”

“I know there’s been a steady stream of leaks and media chaos lately, and it all conveniently spirals back to you. You’re not subtle, Naomi.” “I didn’t—” she faltered, then switched tactics. “You don’t know the whole story, Levi. That woman you’re so eager to defend? She’s not innocent. She’s always had a talent for inserting herself into people’s lives. Especially when there’s a man and money involved.” I stared at her. “What the hell are you implying?” Naomi leaned forward, lowering her voice like she was about to tell me a secret.