Oakley Rae Leaks Novels & Stories

She stared at me for a second, her face empty of hope, before she slowly got to her feet and walked out of the room like a defeated shadow. I let out a harsh breath, running a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the annoying burn of her tears. Not even ten minutes later, my personal cell phone buzzed loudly on the desk. I swiped the screen, seeing the name of my sports agent, Marcus, flashing on the display. "What do you want, Marcus? I'm not in the mood," I muttered into the receiver, pulling open a drawer just to have something to do with my hands. "Raxon, have you seen the news blogs?" Marcus asked, his voice sounding desperate on the other end. "The local police report for Leo's c

Madeline sighs and say, “Well, I heard the cops found a suspect on the Joslyn Airam murder case. Is it… is it, Kate?” I turn to look at Grayson, only to find him already staring at me. He gives me a look as if to say, ‘Go ahead and spill it out to her’ to which I inwardly roll my eyes. “I’m afraid, yes. Ms Akirdnach is the suspect.” Madeline’s eyes widen for a while before she releases a long exasperated sigh. “Oh my!” She whispers before lowering her head again. The next time she raises her head, her eyes sparkle with tears and skin moist with the flowing tears. I don’t want to react this way but I can’t help widen my eyes at this.

At breakfast, Leo studied her face. “You’re thinking in layers again,” he said. Serena smiled. “Is it that obvious?” “You only do that when something’s bigger than one person.” He paused. “Are we safe?” She didn’t soften the truth. “Yes,” she said. “Because they don’t want chaos. They want control.” “And you?” “I want sunlight.” Leo nodded, satisfied. At the institute, a senior analyst knocked cautiously. “There’s a leak,” she said. “Someone’s been previewing our releases.”

doors. Silence hummed. “Two fronts,” she went on. “We already started the first—evidence. We leak what we pulled from Arx. Calibration logs. Calista’s signature. Donor chatter. Rae blows it wide on every feed that isn’t owned by Crowe.” Rae’s mouth curved, vicious. “I can have a teaser cut by morning,” she said. ““How They Fake Your Luna.” People will click.” “And the second?” Daire asked, even though he already knew.

Jamie looked at them and then at me, quickly bringing out her phone. "Daughter of Jamie Sinclair, Doris Rodriguez's threesome sex video leaked." I read out loud, my eyes never leaving Jamie's eyes. Jamie's leg wobbled as she quickly found herself a seat, her eyes glued to the screen before letting out a loud scream. "What the fuckkkkkk"

The television in the living room had been left on, muted, cycling through late-night news and entertainment segments no one was watching. “Oh mon Dieu,” the housekeeper exclaimed, placing her hands over her mouth, her eyes wide with horror as she looked at the TV screen. A red banner suddenly cut across the screen. BREAKING: SCANDAL BREWING AROUND OAKLEY HOUSEHOLD “Speculations arise as implicating images of the couple are leaked by an anonymous source…”

He was propped against the kitchen counter like he had been waiting for hours. I set my keys down on the table. “Define ‘that.’” “Don’t get me started.” He waved his phone in my direction, the screen glowing with a frozen video frame—Ophelia and me at the press conference, every flashbulb in the city immortalizing us side by side. “This leak—don’t try to tell me you weren’t aware of it.” “I wasn’t aware of it,” I said simply as I opened the fridge. “Alessandre—”

I was mad with anger, I hated violence but now I wanted to hit her and knock out a few teeth. “Adele?” I turned to see Dad. “I was just about to call you. I saw the news about Owen Groups latest design and I am hearing rumors it originally belonged to RICH INTERNATIONAL but someone leaked it. It was you right? I am proud.” “No it wasn’t me! It was Karen! And you have nothing to be proud of.” “She is delusional dad. How did I leak it when I don’t work there?” Karen asked. “She did Dad! She is making trouble for me. She is dating Dan and trying to ruin my image at RICH INTERNATIONAL. Tell her to stay away from me and my family.”

Chapter Fifty-Five: The Final Blow The next morning arrived with a storm, both outside and in the media. Aaron had done exactly as promised. The recording was leaked. Not just to the press— But to every major outlet. News headlines were already spreading like wildfire: “EXPOSED: Chloe Kingston Caught Manipulating Evidence and Fabricating Custody Allegations.” “Chloe Kingston’s Private Investigator Confirms: Custody Case Based on Lies.” Sofia sat frozen in front of the television, watching the scandal unfold.

It would be filled later — once the payload dropped. Once the world decided whether it believed what it saw, or what it felt. At 4:22, Rae looked up from her screen. “You were right.” Noah looked at her. “About?” “This doesn’t end with one leak. Or even three.” He nodded. “It ends when they get what they want.” “And what’s that?” Rae turned the screen toward him. On it, a draft of a press release. Not sent. Not finalized. Just the first line.