Rosie Rider Onlyfans Leak Novels & Stories

'' I breathe out. Weeks and months have passed and I've heard nothing about Rose—I've been living my life without a slight care about other people or myself; the reason why I'm still alive is because of her. Truth be told, I haven't fully kept my promise, I've been hiring people to look after Rose but this time it's different. They are hired to only take pictures of her when needed because I want to see how she's doing, I want to see her progress and I want to see her. Even through pictures. As long as she's healing—I'll heal.

AUTHOR'S POV Rick was seated in his bed, his phone in hand as he replayed the video of Rosaline and Russo kissing and having their hands all over each other. His anger increased by the second as the video replayed. He had captured the video quite perfectly. Their faces were very obvious and there was no way anyone could deny that that it was the both of them. Rick was contemplating sending it straight to Dark Caster. All night, he had been thinking about Ur. He had barely been able to sleep and he had had to take several walks throughout the night to deal with the ache in his heart.

In the evening, a girl who was said to be Mariam's kidney donor posted a questioning video on the Internet. She told them everything that had happened in the ward in the afternoon, wondering why Matthew had proposed to Roseane. At the same time, she raised her doubts about Beau and his wife. The image of the girl was very pure and innocent. She released a bunch of evidence to prove that she was Roseane's loyal fan. In addition, she did not seem to have any background. Compared with Beau and the others, she was a vulnerable person. The netizens' emotions were indeed incited.

Molly asks, " I want that girl's number! Now roll over, honey!" I lay on my back and arch again with one leg bent and the other not. "Oh, wait!" Rosie hands Molly the phone quickly, then rushes over to me, pulling up a bit of my dress, "Perfect!" She races back and takes the shot. "Can I see?" I ask. Rosie starts fanning herself, "Whoa, it's getting hot in here!" She exclaims as she scrolls through the photos." I stood up, and she showed me the pictures; they all looked delicious; she got the best lighting and made me look like a bombshell.

A reporter’s voice crackled through the speaker: “Breaking news, scandal rocks the prestigious Rossi and Leontis alliance. Shocking photos have surfaced of Layla Leontis and a man identified as ‘Kia’ Flores intimate with each other. Sources claim the two have a romantic past, casting serious doubts on the legitimacy of the upcoming marriage between Jason Rossi and Layla Leontis... Since Kia is now Maria's husband.” Madam Rossi’s face hardened. Her fingers curled tightly around the device as a second set of photos loaded onto the screen... the unmistakably damning images of Rene and Layla kissing.

The sky had dimmed, turning a dull gray, shadows stretching across the pavement outside the rehab facility His phone was still in his palm, he’d been holding it for minutes now, thumb hovering just over the screen. The video was open, the Rome outburst, sharp and humiliating, frozen at the frame where Alessandro towered over Rosalie, voice raised, face twisted. Leonardo watched it again. Rosalie didn’t cry in the video, she just stood there, quiet, like she was already used to being spoken to that way. He blinked slowly. Then, his fingers began to move. He didn’t log into his main accounts. Instead, he tapped into the burner, an anonymous profile he'd created months ago.

Layla Daisy’s eyes softened. “Tomorrow, we will go and meet Rosie,” she announced, as if she had just discovered the cure for all my problems. “Who the hell is Rosie?” I asked, confused. Daisy blinked at me. “Layla… Rosie. The Rosie. The auburn-haired Omega who looks like she stepped out of a painting. She is the only nice Omega in the entire packhouse.” “That Rosie?” I whispered, leaning forward like someone was about to jump out of the shadows and punish me for even uttering her name. “I heard rumours she used to be a prostitute for noblemen until some jealous wife banished her here.”

My lip curls under my teeth, and I find myself settling into Cassian's seat and reaching for his laptop. If he's right, and Jason didn't post the videos, then why hasn't he reached out? And why do I feel Cassian's excitement growing with each click of the keyboard? True to his words, there is no scandal. No articles of the young assistant who has an interesting past life, no blogs or call outs. The streets of Onlyfans stay quiet, and it stills my heart. My eyelids flutter shut, but they snap open again, and now I have a new problem.

My wolf surges under my skin, restless, threatening to burst free. "Fuck," I whisper under my breath. My voice shakes. My legs feel weak, but I force myself to stand. The tape. That fucking tape. Rosie in that sex club with a faceless man whose identity was blurred out. The media tearing her apart it. She avoided leaving the house for weeks. I even grounded her. I thought it was a random leak. But now... everything shifts. Everything lines up. Ella might have known her whereabouts and probably set the whole thing up. They were so close. Rosie trusted her with everything.

“STRIP.” Tessa’s phone was back up in front of her face. “Don’t worry, Dirty Rosey. You’ll be so famous, you’ll not have time for any more tricks.” “W-What do you mean?” Christy scoffed a sneer and released me with a shove. “‘Lust With Me’ website—heard of it?” New terror coursed through me. That sounds like a porn website. No….. Tessa laughed heartily. “We’ll do a good intro video of you, Dirty Rosey….”