Rosalia Leaks 소설 & 이야기

Just then, Alinta excitedly urged her to check her phone for the message she'd just sent. Keeping the call active, Marisol checked her inbox. Alinta sent her a link to a trending topic. As she clicked it, it opened to a piece of headline news featuring an announcement published by Velours' official social media account. "Ms. Nevaeh Sorensen is not in any way in collaboration with Velours. There are also no business disputes involved. Cezanne Rosa is incomplete due to an oversight and needs adjustment. Thus, it's been recalled." Emilia must be behind the announcement since it was published by the official account. Why did Emilia do that?

Slowly, I start to open the envelope, taking the letter out—realising that I've seen this handwriting before in the past which immediately make me realise that this letter is from Elia. Rose, mio amore, How are you? It must be stupid of me to ask but I really hope that you're doing well. If you're still reading this, I'm probably looking at you. As creepy as that sounds, it's actually the truth. There's a lot that I want to tell you but first of all, I want to say sorry for all that I've done. I've caused you so much pain since the very beginning and I'm sorry. Forgive me?

Frowning in confusion, Rosalie leaned forward before slightly turning in her head. Gasping in horror, Rosalie slowly traced the scratch mark before rushing out of the bathroom to look for her phone. Once she got it, she went back to the bathroom before trying her best she can to take a picture with shaky hands. After the picture was taken, Rosalie walked back into her room to sit on her bed before pulling up the picture that she took. Zooming in on the picture, Rosalie cupped her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes.

Layla pulled my hand, trying to get me to stay with her. "Honey? What's going on? Are you not happy to see me? Who is she?" She questioned. I turned and looked at her. After seeing my mate, Layla is nothing compaired to her. Alexandria had long, brown hair with beautiful hazel eyes. Layla had short blonde hair and brown eyes. Her face was always caked in makeup. "She's-" I started, but Layla interuppted me.

"Don't play dumb. These leaks are too perfect to be internet handwork. Did you leak Jessica's affair? Did you expose my father?" I met her eyes directly and made sure not to blink. "No." "Damien…" "Eva, I didn't leak anything. I woke up to the same notifications as you did. I'm just as surprised as you are." It wasn't technically a lie. I didn't leak anything. Roman did. Well, not Roman but Romos with over 50 million followers across the globe did and news outlets picked it up. She searched my face, clearly not convinced by my words. "You swear you had nothing to do with this?"

Rosa stated. She scorned. “This is the problem with you; you hardly think. Have you forgotten I am already down, there is nothing left for me to lose but imagine if I expose the secret between us and let the council know that their almighty new Luna is the one behind the letter…” “You will not do such a thing,” Rosa spat. “Watch me as I do that—” “Okay, please stop,” Rosa said with her hands down in defeat, “What do you want me to do?” she asked out of frustration.

“We’re running a few more tests. The doctor will update you soon.” Zara nodded absently, turning back to Leo. “You fought with her? Why?” He hesitated. His eyes flickered, something heavy crossing his expression guilt mixed with exhaustion. “Because of you,” he admitted finally. “Because she’s behind what’s happening online.” Zara froze. “You’re sure?” “She didn’t deny it,” Leo said grimly. “She’s the one who leaked the photos. The rumors. Everything.” The hallway fell quiet around them. Somewhere down the hall, a machine beeped steadily, marking the seconds that felt too long.

I open up my email. ________________________ From: Vanessa Maddison Subject: Rosalia Date: August 23, 2021, 12:18 To: Luca Venturi Dear Luca, I'm writing to you to ask that you please extend the courtesy of giving me the correct information and safety procedures for going about meeting Rosalia. I do not care about the danger I may bring upon myself, I have lived many years not knowing that she existed, and I cannot continue to live many more without getting the opportunity to meet her.

"There is more than one video..." My heart sank and my upper body began to shake. "What video are you talking about?!" Lydia chimed, her voice cool and firm. "Sextapes," Paula replied, "someone has been recording videos of Rosé and either saving them to my cloud or sending them to me. My only question is why? I didn't record them so why are they on my laptop?" Paula pondered. "Maybe she sent it to you?" Lydia said. "Did you already know about this? You don't sound so surprised." Paula noted,

"But don't worry, I'm used to taking punches. Comes with the territory." She sighed, her fingers lingering on my lip. "I wish things didn't have to be this way. I never wanted to cause this kind of drama between you and Tristan. I just wanted to finally break free from him." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her words. "What do you mean, break free?" Selena paused, her eyes searching mine for a moment before finally speaking. "The truth is, Leo, it was Rosalina's idea to leak the video of Tristan with those cheerleaders. She wanted to ruin his career, to make him pay for hurting me."