Norissa Valdez Leaks Novels & Stories

And then… her. That woman. Rhea Valerius. She stood tall, poised, and too calm for someone being attacked by a storm of microphones and accusations. The camera zoomed in on her, and even through the screen, I could feel her composure like a blade. The reporters were relentless. “Miss Valerius, is it true you and Mr. Vale were together before?” “Did you live with him? Did you have a child?” “What exactly is your relationship to Alaric Vale?”

The large screen in the room flickered to life, and I wished it hadn’t. The room fell silent, and my stomach twisted into knots as the video began to play. A grainy video played, showing me and Valeria in the office—the kiss I’d tried to steal from her flashing across the screen for everyone to see. The media had gotten their hands on it, and they were having a field day. "Alpha is caught in a scandalous affair with one of the shareholders while Luna Cynthia’s case remains unresolved,” one headline screamed. Another report blared, “Is this where his priorities lie? The CEO is embarking on a project while disregarding the pack’s concerns.”

He stepped into the elevator and hit the button for the first floor. The doors slid shut. He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. His phone buzzed. The company group chat lit up. [Holy crap—did you see the news? The smart home project just crashed!] [What happened?] [I heard the core tech got leaked. Client's pissed. They're launching an investigation.] [Who did it?] [No clue, but I heard it's tied to Norah.] Skeet stared at the screen. Core tech leaked. Norah.

"Message received. The territory is yours. Every blood-soaked inch of it." Valentina’s smile was a razor blade. "Tell Takahashi the transition is complete. Tell him I’m ready for my throne." But 5,000 miles away in Tokyo, the throne was already on fire. A screen flashed red. Kenji leaned into the glow. "What am I looking at?" "Lina Rossi," the assistant whispered, trembling. "The reporter. She didn't just leak the deal—she leaked the evidence. The offshore accounts, the hits, the names."

"You're going into the fire." "I've survived worse." She spun around and headed out before he could speak. The city beyond was shadowed now, clouds obscuring the moon. Valeria hurried along, every sense heightened. A black sedan went by by the time she had reached the corner, tinted windows, going slowly. She didn't glance around. She turned onto a side street, took out her phone, and left a brief voice message: "Evidence implicates Marie Drams in orchestrated leak. Offshore payments established. But there is another player—someone manipulating both sides. Proceeding cautiously."

This was all attorney Chris' fault! ' Fucking perv!' Val cursed in her mind still with the hope that he wouldn't leak her nudes. The fact that she was able to ransack his laptop and delete some folders of her nudes and that of some other ladies had her at a bit of ease. But she would only rest until he got a jail term. Val would only have peace of mind then as attorney Chris would be incapable of leaking her nudes. Val held each dress up and folded them into the luggage. One after the other.

Another missed call from someone on Alejandro’s PR team, no doubt. The press had caught wind of her last name. Vargas. The name had always been a curse. And now, it was a noose tightening around her throat. She opened her laptop and typed out a resignation letter addressed to Alejandro. Then deleted it. Then typed it again. This time with no greetings, no closing. Just one sentence: I’m sorry. I’m done. She hit send. The next morning, the tension inside Alejandro’s company was palpable. Rumors were spreading. Whispers of betrayal. Photos of Valeria from the gala leaked. Someone sent a screenshot of the blog post to the company’s internal chat.

"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…I… didn't do anything to you. I… really do…do… nnnnot know what they are talking about sir.” Romero shook his head, “I am not here to play games. I need answers, and I need them right now.” Valerie took in a shaky breath, “I really do not know.” “Fine, Wilson.” Romero called and his assistant came into the room, “Help Miss Valerie Malvern remember.” He said and sat back. “Yes, boss.” Wilson nodded, he placed the laptop on the table and in no time Valerie could see evidence against her, it showed she was the one that sent the documents of the fake marriage to the first media outlet.

Dozens of missed calls, texts, emails—all screaming the same thing. BREAKING: CASTELLO IMPLICATED IN CORPORATE ESPIONAGE SCANDAL. My heart dropped. I rushed out of bed and into the living room. Leon was already dressed, suited up in dark navy, his tie perfectly knotted like it was just another Tuesday. “What the hell happened?” I asked. He glanced up from his laptop, calm. Too calm. “Daniel leaked internal communications between my team and Valencia Biotech. Claims we hacked their R&D files.” My blood turned to ice. “Did you?”