Rosalia Leaks Novels & Stories

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.

Release came together — quiet, shattering, shared — bodies locked, trembling, clinging through the aftershocks. Later, tangled in sheets, Damien traced the chain and ring with his thumb. “No more shadows.” “No more.” Martin kissed his knuckles — slow, reverent. “Just us.” Morning. Elena’s text arrived with a screenshot of trending news: “Ostin & Vale Go Public—Fans Divided, Sponsors Watching.” Below it, a leaked photo from last night: their kiss against the door, visible through the window, rings and chain glinting under the interior light.

There was something in his tone, soft, resolute, that silenced Riccardo and me. "Do you think the Valenti will stand down?" I said. "I hope so." Rafael exhaled slowly. "I kept the payment above board and official. No secret deals. I don't want their stain on our family again." "Hope," Riccardo said with a snort, picking a grape from the bowl. "That's a poor strategy for a mafia don. Rafael shot him a warning look, but before he could reply, the doors opened. Rosalia appeared, her steps light, her smile brighter than I’d seen since the engagement party. She wore a simple cream dress, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, and for a second, the entire mansion seemed to breathe again.

A few seconds later, she broke down in tears before an audience of over a hundred thousand viewers. The livestream ended abruptly. I was still staring blankly at my phone when Ian's call came through. His voice struck like a whip the moment I answered. "Hazel Tanner, all this—over a bowl of soup? Over a few maids? You actually leaked photos of me and Rosie online?! If she gets hurt because of you, you could die ten times and it still wouldn't be enough!" "I don't know what you're talking about. As soon as I got home, I—"

“Generous of you.” That earned the slightest twitch in his posture, but I was already past it, my mind narrowing on the timestamps i’d seen beneath the first few images of Rosalia. The same sequence I’d seen earlier when my system was compromised. “Jerry,” I called. “Have you gone through all of this?” He shook his head once. “Not properly. I saw the first few and it was enough to confirm it was Miss Capello.” “Andrés controlled the announcement,” my tone had even out, but my attention was nowhere near the present. “Clean release. No leaks. The bride wasn’t supposed to exist beyond a name until we allowed it.”

Another shows my shoulder exposed as he kissed my neck. Another—me half asleep against his chest, lips parted, unaware of the camera. I feel my throat close. My voice comes out as a scratch. “Where are they?” Ray unlocks the screen and turns it toward me. Trending page. Thousands of comments. Thousands of reposts. A headline flashes at the top: RAY VARGAS’ NEW MATE — LEAKED PRIVATE MOMENTS INSIDE LUXURY ICE HOTEL My stomach twists. The room tilts. “No,” I whisper. “No, no, no—”

She replied “And Mason will retaliate.” I picked up my glass “I expect him to.” I studied her carefully. “You’re sure?” She nodded. “If he has activated old alliances, I want to see who answers.” I could not help but admire her mind. “Fine,” I said. “We will test him.” Rosa’s POV The leak went live at midnight. A document suggesting financial irregularities in Mason’s expansion project. It was nothing too direct but just enough doubt. By morning, the city was buzzing. I watched the news quietly as Gabriel stood behind me.

"I don't need your compliments, Rosalia. Or your approval." Rosalia's eyes flicked to my phone, which was lying on the table. She suspected i was recording our conversation. "Are you recording this?" she asked, her voice sharp. I smiled and showed her the phone. "No, I'm not recording, you’re just so anxious, relax yourself, woman. It’s going to hurt if you keep on tailing me." Rosalia's expression changed, and she seemed to relax a little. "I need you to sign a document tomorrow," she said. "It'll be ready by then."

The Next day, Rome rushed inside the Sinclair’s Mansion he had been summoned by the old man. He walked towards his study and pushed the large door open he walked in boldly and saw the old man and his father sitting, he greeted the both of them and walked towards them. You summoned me he enunciates still standing. “Yes, it's about Celine!” Rosalia confirmed she was the one who leaked the rumors. “Is it true!?” Old man Sinclair questioned patiently. “Yes, it is!” Celine did that because I found out about what she did to Ophelia and the mole she planted in my company. Rome explained.

Her heels clacked across the marble floor “You need to see this, now” “What?” I snapped, looking up. I didn’t like interruptions, especially not unannounced ones She held up her tablet. Her face was pale, her hands shaking slightly “Someone leaked the video from the Rome investor dinner ” she said breathlessly “It’s all over the internet. Social media, gossip sites, even business blogs are picking it up” A pit opened in my stomach. “What video?” “The one where you screamed at Rosalie in front of everyone” I slowly walked over and took the tablet from her. The headline read: