Natalie Gibson Leak Novels & Stories

Before I could ask, there was a loud knock on the door. Then another. "Sir," came Mary's voice. "You need to see this. Now." Nicholas and I exchanged a look. He opened the door—and in walked Jenna, face pale, holding a tablet. "There's been a leak," she said. "Company-wide." She showed us the screen. It was a video. Nicholas and I were showing on the screen. And it was one night I could never forget. That night in his office. The kiss. The tension. Every second of it.

he added again. “And who was that girl and what was she doing in your pack?” Suddenly Natalie’s voice echoed from behind. She saw everything from the balcony where she was with Evan and Alex, there was no confusion here. Pablo Banks knew Lexie. “She was…” and seeing that Pablo is eager to talk Lexie knew that this is the end. Pablo Banks will expose her with all her terrible and ugly past, and fearing that she will lose everything because of this vicious old man she screamed and pretended to faint.

The news was being kept under wraps currently, and there was no sign of any information leakage. However, with Cedric causing such a disturbance, who knew what awaited them in the future? After all, secrets never remained secrets in this world! Whether in her previous life or this one, Natalie endured the most pressure from public opinion. She was well aware that it was far from a pleasant experience. With billions of people in the world, how could one block all the leaks?! "Is everything okay on your end?" Stephen asked Natalie. Natalie replied, "Don't worry; everything's fine."

Natalie asked as she stepped away from my hold. Vanessa shrugged but her eyes shone with mischief. "I sent the picture to Lucas. Why?" "What?" Natalie breathed, sounding close to tears. "Oh, Natalie. I'm going to tell the whole world and I'm going to make sure I don't stop until I completely ruin your life." "She can't do shit," I said turning to Natalie but she looked like she was already in the middle of a breakdown. Her hands grabbed her hair as she doubled over, breathing heavily.

she snapped. “Someone obviously leaked it,” Mason said. “Right now, it has hit more than five gossip sites, 4 blogs, and unfortunately, it’s already trending on X. Half the population of the internet’s swooning, the other half for reason best known to them is calling it a scandal.” I turned to fully face Leigh. By now, she was already looking pale. “I just returned for crying out loud,Logan. Haven't gotten a single breath of fresh air, and what again? I meet this type of betrayal?"

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?”

My stomach churns as I read the words beneath them. “Natalie Jones, once hailed as one of Hollywood’s most promising young talents, seems to be trading her rising star status for a steady stream of headline-grabbing scandals. Known for her breakout roles in three box office hits and a well-loved two-season stint on a primetime TV show, Awakened, Natalie’s charm captivated young audiences. But these days, her name is synonymous with controversy, and the latest twist in her high-profile divorce from businessman Michael Cooper Jones is no exception.

"Why? Lena, what's happened?" "Okay," Lena took a deep breath, the sound crackling slightly over the line. "Okay. Just… listen. Don't react if you can help it. This is… bad, Agatha. Really bad." "Lena, you're scaring me. Tell me." My knuckles were white where I gripped the phone. "It's Nathan," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Another leak. Anonymous source, again. Encrypted. But this one… it’s not financials, Agatha. It’s… it's police reports. Old ones. Sealed records from years ago. High school."