Olive Evans Leaks Novels & Stories

I dropped a single folder in the center of the polished mahogany and let it slide until it stopped in front of the chairman. “Open it,” I said. He did. Inside were printouts (bank transfers, shell-company ledgers, emails between Evelyn and a tabloid editor). Amounts that could buy small countries. Dates that lined up perfectly with every leak about Celeste’s condition. The room went very, very quiet. I leaned forward, palms flat on the table.

***OLIVIA*** “What? Are you surprised?” I asked Eve whom I was directly facing and she just looked at me in disbelief. “Whatever do you mean?” She asked, lady Lena just looked at us both confused and excited—confused about what was going on and excited about her son. I yanked the case from Toria and placed it on the table in the room, then I opened it and brought out what we’d removed—the mini drip. Eves eyes widened in shock as she saw it and I could see her begin to fidget.

“And it has my name.” He stepped to the window, staring out at the skyline that now felt like a city of knives. “They weren’t supposed to go public yet,” he said through gritted teeth. “She jumped the timeline.” “Olivia?” He nodded once. “She leaked it early. To blindside us.” The apartment filled with the sound of phones buzzing, emails pinging, and chaos screaming in through every screen. Social media had gone wild. Anonymous comments. Blogs. Speculations. Some called me his mistress.

The scandal explodes on a Tuesday morning. I'm sitting on the porch of the house we rented on the outskirts of Boston, drinking tea that's already gone cold. The baby moved twice today. Declan is in the kitchen on the phone with someone from the company. Harvey is upstairs, probably on the computer, as he's been almost every day since we returned from Glenfinnan. It was Harvey who leaked everything.

Violet weakly shook her head in response. "No," she replied. Patrick sighed once more, offering a comforting pat on her shoulder. He reassured her, "Don't worry, we'll figure something out." She managed a bright smile in return, and concurred, "Yeah." "Mr. Wickham," Lorelei said as she approached the pair. She appeared disturbed as she stated, "The leaked documents have caused big trouble for Imperial Enterprises." With that, she handed over a newspaper. The front page displayed a headline detailing the leak of Imperial Enterprises' core technology, putting tens of thousands of customer records at risk.

“Evan, are you even listening to me?” Rosie Nelson grabbed my arm tightly when she saw me standing there in a daze. The suffocating sensation of my last moments still lingered in my mind, and the pain made me come back to my senses. I stared blankly at the familiar scene of the press conference, unable to process what was happening. Rosie’s anxious face filled my field of vision. “Evan, everyone’s accusing us of plagiarism after the data leak. You can fix this, right?

Before anyone could answer, Sophie's tablet lit up with incoming data. Not through their channels. Through Project Evolution's network that Shadow had given them access to. A massive file upload. Coming from Project Evolution's main server. Someone was leaking their entire database. Everything they'd been planning to steal, being handed to them from the inside. The leak included a video file. Sophie opened it with trembling hands. Leon's face filled the screen. Gaunt, older, clearly in pain but alive.

I can't let Ryder destroy himself for me. "No." The word comes out stronger than I feel. "No, this is wrong." "Evie," Ryder's voice is a warning. His eyes find mine across the table, pleading. "Don't." "You want to know who really leaked that footage?" I stand up, my chair scraping against the floor like nails on a chalkboard. "You want to know who had access to those security cameras?" "Evie, please," my mother breathes. "I released the footage." The words tumble out like a dam breaking. "I leaked the CCTV clip of what they did to Liliana."

“Ms. Wrenleigh. We have testimony placing you in unauthorized areas. Interactions with active suspects. Destruction of materials that ” “I leaked your Red List,” Isolde said flatly. The courtroom stilled. She looked straight at Evelyn. “I leaked the Red List to the press, to survivors, to prosecutors outside your pocket. I broke your chain of control. And I’ll do it again if you keep hiding behind press conferences and indictments instead of cleaning your own house.” A low murmur spread across the benches. Even the judge seemed to pause, not shocked, but re-evaluating. Evelyn’s jaw twitched. “You’re admitting to the leak?”

And then, in a crack beneath the bathroom sink, Leo found it — a flash drive. I stared at it like it was a grenade. We left immediately. Back at his apartment, Leo plugged it into his laptop. The folder inside was labeled "EV_Nav Reports." Inside, dozens of photos. Documents. Screenshots. Voice recordings. The last file was a video. Evelyn, sitting in her apartment, eyes red from crying. She looked straight into the camera. "If you’re watching this, I’m probably dead. And it won’t be an accident. Ethan Navarro knows the truth. And so does Miguel Santos. If anything happens to me… please, don’t let them get away with it."