Novel & Cerita Princess Poppy Leak

I glared at Sebastian and he looked very surprised. "Bring me my mate or someone's getting hurt," I said softly and he grabbed my phone and started dialing. I watched him closely and he looked over at me strangely. "She's exactly like me Rai and I'm certain that her mate can calm her like you do me," he mumbled quickly through the phone. I heard a muffled voice then Sebastian exhaled harshly. "No Rai, the boy is the princess's, our granddaughter will have to find another. Skye's very powerful and will make a wonderful Reaper Queen," he said sincerely and grinned at me. I was too angry to care at this point.

“Everyone in the department is. We just want to be in the know. I’ve been very interested in gossip from overseas. I heard that the princess of Yaramoor gave birth to three heirs.” “We know that too. It’s in the news.” Everyone excitedly joined in the discussion and was jealous of Daisie. Leah knew Daisie, so she was in an awkward position because they were talking about her friend. What could she say? “Ms. Younge, aren’t you from Bassburgh? The princess is from there too, right? Do you know her?” Leah smiled. “She’s a famous actress. Everyone knows her.” She didn’t make her relationship with Daisie clear but still gave a sensible answer.

Chapter Twenty-Five Priscilla’s POV The fake DNA report leaked at 9:47 a.m. on a Thursday. I was in the middle of a video call with our European distributor when Elena burst into my office without knocking, her face was pale. She slid her tablet across the desk. The headline screamed in bold letters: “Shocking DNA Evidence Exposes Entrepreneur Priscilla Marlow’s Five-Year Deception – Twins Not Creighton Cross’s Heirs.”

Poppy said with a slight grimace, intending to quickly pay for her items and leave. However, Poppy did not expect the women's reaction to be what she had thought it would be. Their faces, which had looked stern, began to soften, and they even looked surprised. “Did you experience it yourself?” Poppy nodded slowly. “See! The rumor wasn't made up, it really happened.” "What exactly happened? Can you tell us about it?" Poppy slowly swallowed hard when she got that unexpected reaction. Seeing their intense stares, Poppy had no choice but to tell them how she was caught in a landslide when it happened earlier.

"My phone is exploding. The New York Post, Bloomberg, Vogue... Vennessa, they leaked the entire thing. Page fourteen is trending number one globally on T*****r." ​Vennessa sank into the cushions, pulling her knees to her chest as a fresh wave of exhaustion threatened to pull her under. "It was Claire," she whispered, her voice cracked and hollow. "Claire found out, or she helped someone leak it. But Lily... that's not even the worst part." ​"What could possibly be worse than the entire world knowing your marriage is a five-million-dollar PR stunt?" Lily asked, sitting down beside her and handing her the warm mug of tea.

Somehow, in his eyes, that had become proof that I had been leaking corporate secrets. As the accusations flooded the group chat like endless waves, I spoke up once more. "For the very, very last time, I did not leak corporate secrets!" Samuel immediately tagged me in the chat and dropped a screenshot, showing the pricing for a new product launch from Declan's company. "Holy crap. Am I seeing this right? Their product is the same type as ours, and their price is only a cent lower than ours!" I froze instantly. I stared at the screenshot he posted over and over again, checking every detail carefully. "That's impossible!"

And by nightfall, they had enough whispers to build a bombshell. Offshore accounts. Insider trading. A trail of interns paid off and silenced after one “trip” to the Caymans that no one could explain. “Still want her on the board?” Zara asked Alec with a smirk. Alec didn’t smile. “I want her out of this city.” “Then let’s make her famous for all the wrong reasons.” ⸻ But there was a problem neither of them saw coming. LANEMODE’s server had been hacked. The entire Spring Preview line—Zara’s unreleased, handcrafted baby—was leaked to a fast-fashion rival with a timed global drop.

"You had the sex tape of us? And you leaked it?!" "No! No, I didn't leak it!" I screamed, shielding my head with my arms, terrified he was going to snap. "I swear on my fucking life, I didn't leak the tape! I woke up two mornings ago and someone hacked into my iCloud or they physically took my phone while I was passed out at the bonfire party. I didn't post it! Someone stole it from me!"

They exchanged knowing glances and shared secretive smiles before one of them finally spoke. "Princess Leah, you won't believe what has been happening in your absence," the maid whispered, her voice dripping with excitement. Leah's curiosity piqued, and she gestured for the maid to continue. "Tell me everything." The maid leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "It seems that your dear slave, Bloom, has been quite the center of attention. She's carrying a baby bump!" Leah's eyes widened in mock surprise, though a mischievous glimmer danced within them. "A baby bump? How scandalous! I never would have expected such confident behavior from a lowly slave."

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.