Natti Natasha Leaked Novels & Stories

she whispered. Nathara snatched the phone. Headlines screamed back at her. The headlines followed the wind hours ago and that’s when I knew their karma had started. Every news channel, every blog, every post had one name in it ‘Nathara Kali Rutherford.’ *NATHARA KALI RUTHERFORD ARRESTED FOR TERRORIST-LEVEL CORPORATE COLLUSION* *ILLEGAL OIL WELL LINKED TO RUTHERFORD DYNASTY*

They’re her appointments. I’ve been keeping a copy of Natasha's calendar for nine weeks. A hacker got me access to the actual one on her phone. Not the public version Stein puts out for the press, but the one on her personal phone. She sees far too much of Chase. But today she’s at a public event. I have the sound muted on the three screens running in the corner, but I’m paying close attention to the picture on the one on the far left. It’s showing a live feed from a panel at the Hyatt Regency in Century City.

I pouted, scrunching my nose as the heat in my eyes threatened to spill over. “Wanna know something crazy?” I fretted, almost gurgling my words out. “I think I’m jealous.” I let out a dry, pathetic laugh and wiped my eyes in the sassiest way I could do like I was still trying to serve face. “Natasha…” he softly called. “You said she’s married and all, I know, but seeing those stolen pictures of you with her? It wrecked me,” I mumbled, trembling. “Maybe it’s the way she makes you laugh like it’s easy for her. You looked so damn free with her. So natural.”

It was a long time before she found her voice, each word fractured. "If you hadn't asked, I would've taken this secret to my grave. That mess back then is why Jenna has never forgiven me." She gave a bitter laugh. "The truth is, Natasha had plotted it all. She meant to push Jenna into the water. But Jenna realized what she was up to and dodged. "Natasha lost her balance, fell into the water herself, and hit a rock under the surface. That's how she got sick." As Tilly spoke, her eyes grew red and tears streamed down her face.

It felt good. Too good. I lift my eyes to his blue. "What happens if I don't shake your hand?" Noah grins. "I will announce to the entire school that I slept with Natalie Gracen and that it was the best night of my whole life. I wouldn't even be exaggerating," he winks at me. "You're feisty and adventurous, definitely worth seeing a second time." I gape at him like a goldfish. "This is blackmailing!" "Yes, but aren't you excited?" Noah asks. "You get to touch my body again, and you liked that, didn't you, Natalie?"

Wide and genuine and a little mischievous. “I missed you so much,” Natasha said. “I tried to find you on social media a couple of years ago but your accounts are all private. I didn’t want to send a random friend request and freak you out.” “I keep everything locked down because of the family. Too many people trying to get information or access.” “That makes sense. When I heard someone bought this building, people were talking about it. It’s a very big space and expensive, so when someone drops that kind of money, word gets around the neighborhood.”

Natasha’s voice sounded urgent as she walked down the stairs to the sitting room. I was planning to go to Authentic Authentics to sign a contract with a new brand ambassador we had there. But Natasha’s urgent tone made me curious. What was so important that she needed me to see? “Is there a problem?” I asked her. “You really need to see this,” she said again as she reached me. Then she showed me something on the tablet she was holding. “Bot deleted. Account unfrozen!” I read clearly from the screen. I didn’t need Natasha to say anything more. I knew whose account we had frozen and whose account was unfrozen—but how?

Someone who knew how vulnerable she was, who knew the scars she carried from those group homes, and was willing to sell her out for a quick buck while she was carrying my kid. "Can you pinpoint him, Nat?" I asked, my voice dropping into a low, deadly register. "Without leaving your own digital trail?" Natalie gave a tiny, confident smirk, though her eyes stayed dead serious. "Please. I was bypassing state firewalls when I was eight. Give me an hour. I'll rip his whole life open." ==== Ping. An urgent email notification lit up my phone screen. FROM: Global Sports Management Board SUBJECT: Emergency Sponsor Review — Norwood Endorsements

The fly landed, then circled and landed again. He continued, “We played phone tag for a few months, but I couldn’t solidify a deal with him. Natasha caught up with me again last summer—desperate to sign a contract. I was extremely busy, and our deal got put on hold for another six months. In that time, Natasha was fired from Dubrovnik Health. The government found suspicious emails on his computer and accused him of working with terrorists. I did my research and found out they were right. Natasha consorts with the Russian mafia.” Richard took a breath. “Afterward, I heard a rumor through my European connections that Natasha was smearing my name. He threatened to ruin me. I took those threats

It was really awkward for Natasha to be calling me this early. "Hey sis" "Hey Nat" "How are you?" "I'm good what is up?" "Have you been online today?" "No not yet, been busy all morning... why you asking?" "Nothing really... just that there is something you should see" I was curious to know what she was talking about that I did not wait for her to say anything else before i ended the call. I went online and I was shocked to see the news. My pictures and Adelia's were all over the media with the headline THE TYCOON'S SEX CONTRACT LEAKS.