Rosalia Leaks 소설 & 이야기

she heaved. Rosalie's apprehension grew more immense, and she watch how Lucinda's tears continue to fall down her face. “What is it, Lucinda? You can tell me, and you know I am here for you,” Rosalie told her. Lucinda hesitated for a moment, looking at Rosalie longingly then took a deep breath again. “I was raped," she revealed, her voice barely above a whisper. It was a bolt out of blue for Rosalie, her eyes widened in shock, and she gasped.

"Haisley, this isn't my problem. I'm not the one coming after you, so you don't need to involve me." Suddenly, Haisley was the one left out in the open. No one came to her defense, and the person before her ignored her pleas. Left with no other option, Haisley turned to Yaslyn, bowing her head. "Please, I'm begging you. It was all a big misunderstanding. Can't you just let it slide?" Yaslyn looked down at her with a smirk. "Haisley, did you really think I wouldn't know? There are cameras everywhere here. Using Rosita's computer to leak that video? Did you think I wouldn't figure out it was you?"

“How would I know when I am here at the hospital? My Rosalyn has gone through a very stressful time and you guys are not doing us any good by asking us weird questions.” “Madam Rosalyn's s*x tape was leaked earlier today.” Iris's mouth opened in shock. She did not know what to say in reply. She left the reporters shouting and went to a secluded area and opened her phone. She did not have a chance to open it. Her whole timeline is indeed filled with Caleb and Rosalyn. Some even posted a short clip from the video. It looks like they are in the factory. Should she tell Rosalyn? She is going to be mad if she finds out from an outside source so it is better if she tells her.

Luiza said, then she opened the small bag she carried and pulled out a box. Luiza opened the box and revealed a lace veil, bordered by a thin white satin ribbon. Cara's hands flew to her face, and her eyes began to water. "Luiza, you have to tell me what's going on." Cara said, though the way her heart beat in expectancy already told her that she knew exactly what was going on. Luiza smiled, "I think you know." Then the elderly woman walked behind Cara, and with Marcell's help, they pinned the veil beneath puff, and Marcell covered the front of her head and face with the second piece.

“I won’t push you now. I’ll give you time to think about what I said, about what I want. I hope… one day, you and I can grow closer as father and daughter.” He nodded politely at Elsa and Ashley, then turned toward the door, completely ignoring the three alphas. But right before stepping out, he paused. He looked at Riley again. “Oh, by the way, Riley…” he said casually. “Have you ever wondered how the video of you and your mates at the restaurant got leaked to the media, when no one except the staff was inside at that time?” The entire room went still. A cold chill crawled down Riley’s spine. Leo’s expression sharpened instantly.

"She's throwing Ms. Tessa under the bus too. In one of her videos, she claims Tessa is sick. She's insisting that Tessa is sleeping with you to keep her job." "That's not true!" I thundered, slamming my hands on the desk. "She what?" Bridgette's voice was sharp. Rosa nodded, scrolling through her pad. "I know that, but the public doesn't." She passed her pad to Bridgette. "It's in the second part of her big reveal. It leaked a few minutes ago." Bridgette gritted her teeth the longer she read. "This is trash. They're dragging Tessa's name through the mud. The public is calling her out."

: ROSALIA'S POV : Later that day, a young maid handed me an outfit, saying it was sent by Kevin. In the evening I took a shower and asked Maria to help me get ready. As I put on the outfit, I could not understand why he wanted me to wear such a dress. It was extremely revealing. Backless and showing maximum cleavage. I was not used to showing this much skin. It was somehow okay in the bedroom but definitely not in a crowded place. I was feeling extremely uncomfortable in that dress. The whole of my back and most of the area of my upper thighs were visible.

Not only did she survive, she excelled in every field she touched. Lila’s blog post began to take shape. Side-by-side comparisons of images, documents, and eyewitness accounts, all meticulously sourced. She titled it simply. The True Princess of Vespas: Arla-Rosa Hernandez. Within hours, the post went viral. Hashtags like #TruePrincessRosa, #JusticeForRosa, and #ArethaExposed began trending globally. Fans of Arla-Rosa celebrated, sharing old interviews, graduation photos, and records of her medical achievements. The story captured hearts and ignited outrage simultaneously.

“No… this has to be a mistake,” Milena shook her head. “What are you talking about? Why my computer? There has to be a mistake!” Rosa stood before her, eyes red and burning with fury. “Did you do this?” she asked, and Milena shook her head in defiance. “You leaked our perimeter information and let an enemy in?” “No, it isn't me!” Milena yelled, but then Rosa slapped her hard across the face making her fall hard to the floor with a bleeding mouth.

I’m a fool. By morning I get a long text from my mother. Apparently when me and Rosalie kissed last night at the concert, a journalist took our picture and it has gone viral. With our genuinely happy expressions, unspoken love for each other, and confetti falling around us, the moment was set for the greatest photo I’ve ever seen. And I’ve done tons of photo shoots with world famous photographers. Rosalie’s arm holding her straw cowgirl hat, me lifting her looking like what I am-the luckiest son of a bitch on earth, the angle being perfect...I’m definitely getting this blown up and then painting it.