Rita Stark Leaked Novels & Stories

Her smirk faltered, her eyes flashing fear. “Kayla, stop!” Justin shouted, pulling me back, his arms strong but gentle. The woman straightened, panting, her dress askew. “You’re pathetic,” she spat, but her voice shook. “I gave the media everything—your Catskills hideout, your hospital shifts. You’ll never escape me.” “Why?” I demanded, my voice raw, my cheek stinging. Why us, why now? Memories of her leaks—“Kayla Reed exposed!”—cut deep, from the beach to now.

“Then it’s time to make ours.” Before I could ask what he meant, the screen flashed with a breaking update. The reporter’s voice was tense. “We’ve just received a leaked video implicating Victoria Lancaster in new financial crimes dating back to her time at Westbrook Enterprises. The source of the leak remains anonymous, but insiders claim the evidence is damning.” I felt the blood drain from my face. “No… this can’t be happening.” Elias’s grip tightened on my hand. “This is Selene’s doing. She’s trying to bury you again.”

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.

She stumbled into the hall, phone in her hand, hair a mess like she hadn’t even finished getting ready for the day. “What?” I asked, heart slamming. Isabella held out her phone, her voice shaking. “You need to see this. Right now.” I took it. My fingers froze. My name was everywhere. Alongside Ricci’s. Headlines flashing. News channels picking it up. Social media exploding. Reporter Sophia Leigh leaks explosive documents exposing Ricci Russo’s role in assassination attempt. Wife or traitor? Ricci Russo's betrayal—and the woman who exposed him. I couldn’t breathe.

“Your shareholders are asking questions, Rhys. Hard questions.” I leaned back in my chair and kept my face blank. “My personal life has nothing to do with company performance.” “It is when it tanks our stock price.” Dante leaned forward, hands flat on the table like he thought that made him intimidating. “Who is she?” Rodriguez jumped in before I could tell Dante to go fuck himself. “The leaked documents came from her credentials, Rhys. We have the server logs.” “She’s being framed.” “Can you prove that?” Dante again, and I wanted to rip his throat out but that would’ve made the stock drop another eight percent so I kept my hands on the armrests instead.

“Online rumors are spreading like wildfire. The photographs are everywhere in social media, entertainment sites, even mainstream news. Hashtags with your names are trending worldwide.” Damien’s jaw tightened painfully, his hands clenching at his sides. “And Aria?” “She returned home safely with her friend Sophia. They’re at the Johnson family residence.” Only then did a fraction of the lethal tension leave Damien’s powerful frame. She was safe. For now. Lucas hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “There is something else.” Damien finally turned around, his golden eyes burning with intensity. “Speak.” “The person responsible for leaking the photographs is likely connected to Starlight Ente

She read it all to the end, and finally returned Rita’s tablet back to her. “Are you okay?” Rita asked her, her voice gentle and her eyes as she stared at her, filled with concern. Luna shrugged and looked at her friend. “I am,” she replied. “I mean, we both know who leaked that, don’t we?” Rita nodded, still looking at Luna. “Yeah.” “I thought the Moira Lake was more clever than this though,” Luna commented. “A leaked news report? Seriously? What is this, six years ago?”

You? Same. We can still wait. Push it back. Give ourselves more time. Ayana stared at the message. Wanted desperately to say yes, to postpone, to hide a little longer. But Raven was circling. The scandal was escalating. Time wasn't their friend. No. Tonight. We do this together. Together. I love you. I love you too. At three, Dr. Hayes called. "IT traced the leak It came from Raven's computer. Accessed Tuesday night at 11 PM, files sent to three media outlets using a burner email account."

“You’ll lose yourself.” He cupped her face gently. “I already did. The moment I realized loving you gave them leverage.” Tears burned her eyes. “Don’t do this for me.” “I’m not,” he said softly. “I’m doing it to them.” THE BLOOD THAT SPEAKS The move came before dawn. Three accounts exposed. Two private networks dismantled. One offshore facility burned—digitally and literally. By morning, headlines screamed about leaks, resignations, arrests. But buried beneath the chaos was a quieter truth:

“You’ve done that before, and I’m hoping this whiskey will keep an old anger in check.” Leaning back, she crossed her legs. “You want to know a secret?” I blinked at her aloofly, not interested in whatever it is she wants to make known. “You do not seem interested, but I’ll make it known, so you wouldn’t repeat the same mistake. That slap didn’t make me angry or push me away, if anything, it turned me on.” This bitch is crazy. “I love being submissive to a sadist, so I’m used to the pain.” She opened the file and signed on it, sealing the deal with S.H. “You want to know another secret?” She pushed the file towards me.