Oakley Rae Leaks Novels & Stories

I give Roman a deadpan but conspiratorial look and he chuckles, “Alright then. I don’t want to say calm down again, this is upsetting, I know. I just want to say maybe this isn’t from Aria.” I give a disbelieving look at that because of course it’s her. She’s the only one who knows at the moment. And this is happening just a few days before the Crescent Moon Jubilee, for fuck’s sake! “I’ve had my people track down the source of the information Scarlett. It was first released by an independent online news channel, Fang Weekly.” I silently barf at the mention of that name, “It’s owned by Hunter, it’s a Nightshade pack news thing, I despise them and it proves Aria’s the one who leaked it.”

I wanted to stop her from saying anything if it was a post about Conrad's plays, but the look on her face, like it is an urgent emergency. And true it was, before she could say anything I got multiple notifications on my mail. I just wanted to take a glance but the headlines struck me stiff. I had to pay more attention, opening a notification from channel 37b2. AJAX NEWS LIVE REPORT (evening edition): “ROYCE HEIRESS ADELINE IN EXPLOSIVE SEX TAPE LEAK – REVENGE P**N OR CALCULATED SMEAR?” “What!” my mind was blown. I scrolled through multiple notifications all the same. The Internet world wide was only talking about one person, Adeline!

Morning broke with the kind of merciless clarity that left no room for denial. Headlines screamed across every platform, every screen, every notification feed like a storm that had finally broken after weeks of building pressure. “Damien Vale’s Private Letters to Martin Ostin Leaked—Years of Longing Exposed” “Coach & Heir: Love Letters Span College to Scandal” “Ostin City in Crisis: Board to Decide Coach’s Fate Today” “Paper Marriage Lie Unravels—Full Text of Vale’s Letters to Ostin Heir Now Public”

Maia explained. Oakley smiled after hearing his mate's revelation. He secretly praised her as he turned again and leaved. If he didn't forced himself to walked away, he probably end up with her again. His lusts and desires ignite like a fire as soon as he saw her earlier. And he was afraid that when he let his urges take control of his mind and body again, might have done something terrible.

She quizzed. “Yes, I do. After the ruckus in the morning and trust me, it was so bad here too. Jake and Hope were so mad and Hope even moved out. That’s not the point right now though. I called my PI and asked him to get to the root of the leak. About ten minutes ago, I got a call from him and it was exactly who I thought. Raine is the one who leaked the pictures.” My anger rushed back again and that made me raise my voice towards the end.

Afterward, her expression darkened as she turned to Raymond and demanded, “What’s going on with that trending video? Was it you who leaked it?” Raymond, just as shocked by the trending news, couldn’t figure out how the video had surfaced. Was it Alex? When his mother confronted him, fuming, he responded with an innocent look, “It wasn’t me.” Raymond added, "I’m not stupid enough to expose this kind of family scandal myself." Grace frowned. "Then it must be Alex. That brat is getting more and more out of control, leaking a video like that. Doesn’t he have any shame?"

I was curled on the couch, laptop still open beside me, last night's statement blinking on the screen in autosave. I had written until exhaustion took me. But something felt wrong. It was the stillness again. My phone buzzed from where it sat on the counter. I padded over barefoot, rubbing sleep from my eyes. Aria: Riley. You need to get online. Now. It's bad. My stomach clenched before I could even finish reading. “I opened my browser and saw the headlines had shifted, turning against me.” Leaked Footage Suggests Inappropriate Relationship Between CEO Michael Gray and Employee Riley Jordan

Raymond called before I could answer. “Sir, someone leaked the story. It’s everywhere, photos, names, details. Reporters are outside your building and Ms. Harper’s apartment.” “Who leaked it?” “We’re checking, but the photos came from the park. The same ones Adrian sent your mother.” My stomach dropped. Adrian. “Get legal on this now,” I said. “They can’t use the kids’ photos without consent.” “I’ll try, but it’s already viral.” I hung up and looked at Lily, who was staring blankly at her phone.

Leila stopped walking. Read it again. He regrets. Her phone buzzed again. Another alert. Then another. The story was spreading in real time, outlet to outlet, the way things did when someone with inside access decided to talk. Someone had leaked it. Not the pregnancy itself, that was still framed as unconfirmed. But Adrian's knowledge of it. The rights he'd signed away. The regret. Someone inside Blue Moon Pack had just handed the media a story about her child. Leila's hand tightened around the phone. She turned and walked directly to her father's study. They were out of time.

Said Lea. Owen almost choked in his coffee at the mention of Jim, Keith and Ivy’s name. Peter noticed and realized that Owen may have discovered his secret. “Sorry, it’s my strep throat acting up again.” Owen lied, hoping Peter and Lea bought his lie. “Take it easy, Owen. Ok, I’m off. See you.” Lea then stood up, gave Peter a kiss and left the Quinton Mansion, where Chloe and Madison were waiting for her. Back in the Quinton Mansion dining room, the atmosphere became awkward. Peter suspected that Owen may know something about the Phoenix Mafia. Interestingly, neither one of them wanted to say the first word.