Novel & Cerita Scarlet Kisses Leaked

Calista cried. I gritted my teeth hearing what happened to her. My eyes directly searched for someone, and then I found her in the window. Scarlet and her friends are watching us, wearing a wicked smile to their faces. “Tell me more,” I uttered, without moving my eyes away from Scarlet. “They posted a picture of me with a warrior, kissing in the dark area, Luciana…” My blood just boiled. I may not know who did this, but I don't need to ask. My instincts were telling me that it's the bitches near the window.

The people there murmured and made side eyes which made her uncomfortable. “Lyssa, I think we should leave.” She whispered, holding Lyssa's hands. “No, we aren't leaving.” Scarlet walked up to a female teen who had eyes on her since she had entered. “Mind telling me why you all are looking at me?” Scarlet asked her sincerely. “Uhmm, it's just that, it's everywhere on the news and internet that you stole from the famous billionaire family and that you are his ex wife.”her voice quavered.

Behind them, the media went completely insane. Within four minutes of the heavy iron bay doors dropping shut behind the SUV, the footage hit the internet. It didn't just trend; it detonated. The sheer, shocking intensity of the kiss—the raw, unvarnished hunger between the league’s most aggressive captain and its most pristine figure skater—utterly vaporized Marcus Vance’s leaked hallway video. By the time they reached the visitor’s locker room corridor, the algorithmic numbers were rolling in on Sarah’s tablet. The internet had completely bypassed the "domestic dispute" narrative.

Damien said gently, “but she might not have given birth to you.” A sharp knock at the door interrupted them. Sebastian entered moments later, his expression grim. “We have a problem. Navarro made contact.” Scarlett froze. “How?” “He sent a message directly to my private line. An encrypted video.” Sebastian tossed his phone onto the table and pressed play. The video flickered to life. Navarro’s face appeared—cold, smug, confident. "Sebastian Hale. Scarlett Hayes. You thought you could outrun ghosts? You were wrong. You took something from me… and now, I’ll take something from you. Tick tock."

I approached and asked, “What’s wrong?” She hung up and looked at me. “We were secretly filmed.” I froze. “When did this happen?” “Right when we came back at noon,” she said, opening her messages and tapping the link Alex had sent her. She handed the phone to me. “See it for yourself, my dear sugar daddy.” “….” It was already a trending topic. The comments section was exploding. Opinions varied wildly, but the most consistent claim was that Scarlett was my kept woman. My expression darkened as I read.

“Nice gesture. I couldn’t buy them this year, but now that I have them, I’m not wasting them. Giselle,do you want to come with me?” Both Kalet and I stare at her in disbelief. “Wait, those tickets are for you and—” “My plus one,” she cuts in. “So? You coming, or should I take…?” “I’m coming,” Giselle says before she can finish the sentence, completely ignoring Kalet’s wounded expression—and mine, which clearly screams I wanted this night alone with her in our room with my tenth attempt at seduction. “Perfect. I’ll pick you up at your place,” Scarlett hums, slipping the tickets into her purse. Then, to everyone’s shock, she plants a light kiss on Kalet’s cheek.

“I think... you’re the one thing they weren’t supposed to know about.” The door slammed open. It was Julius, Damien’s assistant. His Face looks pale. His Breath came in short gasps. “You need to see this.” He handed Damien a tablet. Damien’s eyes scanned the screen. Selene leaned over. “What is it?” His hand tightened around the tablet. “It’s not just a photo anymore. Someone leaked security footage from the gala. The moment I kissed you. From my own system.” Selene’s blood ran cold. “Who has access to your security?”

I remembered the passion, the lust, his kisses, his hands exploring my body, him buried inside me… but I didn’t remember when or how I met him. I didn’t even know who he was, and I didn’t wait to find out when I woke up by his side. I panicked, I fled, and I hoped no one ever found out. The next few days proved me wrong. I found out I slept with Dante Romero in the worst possible way. Pictures of our night together were leaked on the internet, fanning the flames of the already controversial trend surrounding Dante’s breakup with angelic singer and actress Laura Kingsley a week before their wedding.

to release a cryptic statement, citing a contract breach that revoked her qualification. Scarlett wasn't a big name, so initially, the statement didn't create many ripples. But later, an insider leaked a video clip. It showed Scarlett, incoherently claiming to be the future mistress of the Sullivan household while clinging to Anthony. This clip hit a nerve with Anthony's fans. Twitter exploded. Fans flooded Scarlett's account, cursing her lineage. [Cloud: Gross, seriously gross! Get lost!] [FOT Girl: If she didn't frequently buy her way into trending, who would even know her! Acting skills and looks, nothing to show for! Blegh!]