Stephanie Mcmahon Leaks Novels & Stories

Serena’s POV I tap my pen against the edge of the conference table, staring at the open file in front of me. My head’s buzzing, not from caffeine—I haven’t had nearly enough of that today—but from the words staring back at me in black and white. “Are you sure about this?” I ask Grace, my PR director, who’s seated across from me. She nods, her expression grim. “The IP address used for the leak traces back to Stevie Malone’s apartment. It’s not definitive, but it’s a strong lead.”

“Knew what?” There was a beat of silence. Then Landon whispered it. “He uncovered everything.” A cold slid through me. “Explain.” “He found the archives. The recordings. The accounts. The mayor’s private drives. He’s—he’s leaked them.” The car seemed to shrink around me. “What exactly did he leak?” I asked quietly. “The videos,” Landon croaked. “All of them. The girls. The meetings. The transfers. It’s everywhere. Social media. Private groups. It’s spreading.” My pulse did not spike.

And in that quiet moment, Liam realized that trust, real trust, was being rebuilt. But elsewhere, the shadows stirred. Across town, in a dimly lit apartment, a woman stared at her computer screen, a half-empty glass of wine beside her. Dozens of files were open bank records, company memos, photographs from the past. She smirked to herself and whispered, “Soon.” She clicked send. The first leak had just been released.

And yet, here she was, at the center of it. When Sophia asked if she was ready to take the first step, Amara didn’t hesitate. Her voice was steady, even though her heart wasn’t. “Yes. For Noah. For everyone he’s silenced. I’m ready.” The first leak dropped three days later. Not from Amara’s mouth, not from Luca’s, but through Layla’s carefully planted story in a respected independent outlet. A quiet piece, almost understated, linking corporate documents to Ethan’s shell companies that funneled hush money to former employees.

Like I’m…someone. But that’s the problem, isn’t it? I’m not someone. I’m Parker Simon. Executive assistant. Sister of one of their oldest friends. Single mom to two six-year-olds who are going to wake up tomorrow needing cereal and clean socks and someone to help them build an arctic fox diorama for science week. I can’t afford this kind of risk. And then there’s the leak. I hadn’t even seen it until I checked my phone on the subway—some gossipy little blog with a grainy thumbnail, the headline teasing a “scandalous moment” caught on audio between VT’s upper brass and an unnamed woman.

Thanks to Cheyenne, the filming progress is delayed by a huge chunk. "Wow… She really is a walking piece of bad news." After Stephanie read the comments, she found it quite odd. She knew about the fact that Lyric Entertainment would release a statement on Cheyenne's contract termination. But who on earth was the one exposing Cheyenne's dirty laundry? Stephanie never ordered her men to do this. After all, if Cheyenne's dirty laundry was to be aired, the fact that she was Wesley's mistress would have to be exposed too. That meant Linda would be dragged into this mess.

And as if on cue, the front door bursts open. Stephen rushes in, breathless and with a pale face. “Alex— Grandmother— I— I didn’t mean it,” he stammers. “I didn’t mean for it to leak. I told one of our partners about the situation a few weeks ago, I wanted to get ahead of potential PR leaks. Someone must’ve picked it up and sold it” I turn to him slowly. “Noted. So?” “They twisted my words.” He looks panicked. Sophia’s smirk grows wider. “Oh, look. The noble friend confesses.”

Her explicit pictures had already spread everywhere across the internet. "You! You're the bitch who leaked them!" Mabel said to me, then turned to the impersonator like a madwoman. "No, it was you, you animal!" Before she could touch him, her wrist was seized. "Don't forget. Your mother already sold you to me. You've got all this energy? Save it for the bedroom." Now that all pretenses were gone, he openly hurled vulgar insults at her. Mabel covered her ears and suddenly dropped to her knees beside Joseph. "Joe, you were the one who said I could replace Stephanie on this project! Now that everything's exposed, you have to back me up! Quick, say something for me!"

Vince says, his voice dangerously low. My hands tighten into fists at my sides. I lift my chin, refusing to shrink under his gaze. I will not give him that satisfaction. Anna shifts beside me, crossing her arms. “What do you want, Vince?” Vince steps closer. “You leaked company secrets.” Everything stops. My heart pounds. Anna stiffens beside me. I force a laugh, though it’s cold. “Excuse me?” Darci tilts her head, feigning innocence. “Oh, don’t act surprised, Stephanie. We have proof.”

"What about him?" "I found something out. Something big. And I didn’t know how to bring it to anyone without causing a scene or being dismissed." Ivan leaned forward. "What are you talking about?" Monica hesitated. "Someone has been leaking private details about Leah and Jeremy’s wedding plans." Both Ivan and Keira stiffened.