Natalie Gibson Leak Novels & Stories

My hand shook and my heart raced as I watched the latest gossip they were having about some other celebrity. "Nothing is going on,” Lauren whined. I ignored her and focused my attention on the entertainment gossip. "You should go–” It suddenly came in and I sat up, my eyes widening. "Renowned actress, Lilian Montgomery, has been accused of being allegedly involved in the leak of Ashley Carter's nude pictures.” My heart clenched and I stiffened in the chair, torn between shock and excitement.

“Someone’s watching us. Inside.” I froze. “Who could—” Before I could finish, his phone rang. Felix. Ethan answered immediately. “Talk.” “We found something,” Felix said. “The leak. The footage. The donor swap documents. It all came from inside.” “Who?” Felix hesitated. “Your assistant. Natalie.” The name hit like a knife. Natalie had been with Ethan for years. Quiet. Efficient. Loyal. Or so we thought. “She’s gone,” Felix added. “Disappeared an hour ago. Cleared her desk. No note. Nothing.”

He took a deep breath, watching me for my reaction. I sighed. “Okay, I believe you. But never again, Weston. I don’t think my heart can take it.” “I know. I’m so sorry.” He reached out and ran his fingers over my face. “You know those trash mags you brought to me?” I nodded. “Well, they were leaked by Natalie and an accomplice. Julia and Amy have been squashing them for weeks, but that one got through. Between her incessant attempts to get between us, and her work, I’m finished.”

She’d been keeping an eye on the internet opinion about me, ready to do something whenever it turned against me. “Please tell me you’re seeing the internet right now,” she said immediately. “That doesn’t narrow anything down.” “You’re trending again.” Alexander snorted from beside the stove. “That’s hardly news.” I’d put the call on speaker so he could know what was happening. Vivian ignored him. “A gossip channel released leaked screenshots this morning.” That caught my attention. “What screenshots?”

’ Within half an hour, someone had brought the food over to them. As they were eating, Aaron suddenly walked in. “Mr. Burt, the investigation is complete. The one who leaked it was Luna White.” Danielle looked over at Aaron. “Luna? Hasn’t her condition just stabilized in the hospital?” Aaron said with a serious face. “That is true, but the news did state that the leak was provided in her name.” Danielle put down her chopsticks in a fit of rage. “Does this girl have a screw loose in her brain? I wasn’t the one behind the leaks about her fooling around. Why did she have to use her brother as material to target me?”

When they noticed me, the other woman quickly mumbled an excuse and left. Rebecca bit her lip, glancing around before speaking. “Ruby… have you seen what’s online?” I frowned. “Online? About what?” She lowered her voice. “Austin. Someone leaked it.” My stomach tightened. “Leaked what?” She hesitated, then unlocked her phone and turned the screen toward me. A paused video showed a dimly lit scene, Austin mid-fight, his body moving with terrifying speed, eyes faintly glowing. The camera angle was far away, almost hidden behind what looked like a broken fence.

She was failing again. ___ Natalie gasped as she woke from her sleep. Her eyes opened slowly, taking in the white room. She was in the hospital. "Ma'am, are you okay?" Kelvin stood and moved towards her. "Don't touch me," Natalie warned, jerking her arm away. Her face was covered in bruises with small bandages on them. "Turn on the news," she ordered, and Kelvin did as she said. *NATALIE JEFFERSON'S SEX TAPE LEAKED ON THE BUSINESS AWARD NIGHT*

His uncle looked him in the eye. “She’s the threat they fear the most.” At 2:47 AM, a shadowy user named @DaxtonLeaks uploaded a teaser. The caption: “Burnett’s not who you think she is. Full footage drops Friday.” The thumbnail? A blurry still of Sophie entering a hotel room. Geneva. 2021. And in the top corner — a reflection. Of Ethan. Watching her. The Daxton leak went viral within thirty minutes. The thumbnail alone was enough to set fire to international headlines. Sophie Burnett. Geneva. 2021. Entering a hotel room. Alone.

Like he finally had control of the narrative again. The leaks began three days later. The first was subtle—a voice note of May, sobbing softly and saying, “I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t know if I’m crazy, or if he’s right.” The caption read: “A woman unraveling… or rehearsing?” It went viral. Then came the photo carousel—May in a tight dress from five years ago, arm-in-arm with an unnamed man at an event. “Climbing ladders or falling in love?”

I knew that jaw, that mouth, the stubborn lift of her chin. Natalie. The third attachment was a still from the Paris footage, sharpened. It confirmed what my gut already knew. I stared at the screen until the letters and pixels blurred. Then I scrolled down to the rest of the email. If you don’t drop Zenith and announce a full pause on your American plans within 48 hours, I will leak everything. Not only these clips. Everything. Your former names. Your adoption. Your marriage to Anthony. Hospital records. The miscarriage. The Montgomery fights. The Möller fights. All of it. I will scatter your past across every screen in the world. Your stock will dive. Your investors will panic. You will sp