Novel & Cerita Valerie Vaughn Leaks

It showed Dante slamming the double doors of the elevator, his hand tight around Lily’s waist, his body language radiating a terrifying, possessive rage. The news anchor’s voice was a sharp staccato over the images. "Leaked footage from the night of the Vallocchi engagement reveals a side of the billionaire tycoon the public has never seen. Sources say the victim, Julian Varga, is considering filing charges, while human rights advocates raise concerns about the welfare of the mysterious Lily Mendoza..." The heavy doors of the penthouse swung open.

Valerie explained everything to vera, "I'm afraid Lord Liam would spill it all for Lord Storm, which would lead to a great misunderstanding, No one trusts me in this territory asides you, even when they see the obvious I'd always be the one to be blamed, I'm so vulnerable !" Valerie cried as tears prickled from her eyes, Meanwhile, Laila's maid had followed Valerie to her quarter to see how hurt she would be after what she had witnessed, so she would explain it all to Laila.

I started typing, my fingers flying across the screen, venting everything I had held inside all day. Leah: Valeria is a nightmare. She complained about everything. Every venue. Every detail. Nothing was good enough. Nothing was perfect. She kept bringing up Austin and how much he loves her and how he wants only the best for her. It was torture. Pure torture. I paused, took a breath, then kept typing.

The sound of breaking glass filled the room. At that moment, Alpha Kelly walked in. He froze in the doorway. His eyes widened at the mess. “What is going on here?” he demanded. His voice was harsh and cold. I froze too. My heart pounded in my chest. I looked at Celia. She immediately put on her pitiful act. Tears welled in her eyes. She looked at Kelly with trembling lips. “I just wanted to help Valera,” she said. Her voice shook with fake emotion. “You know she’s carrying your child, so I tried to be kind. I wanted us to have a nice dinner. But she didn’t appreciate it.”

On the massive 100-inch screens lining the boardroom—the screens that usually showed the rising profits of Reed-Hawke—a live feed of a news broadcast appeared. "...In a shocking turn of events, a massive digital dump of documents known as the 'Van Dyne Files' has hit every major news outlet. The documents implicate the Reed-Hawke Foundation in decades of political bribery, illegal medical trials, and the 'Aria' asset seizure..." "You leaked it," Silas whispered, his eyes wide with horror. "You destroyed the valuation. The company is worth nothing now."

Chelsea kept adding more lies to the issue on ground,adding more diesel to the burning fire. Valerie faced a lot of embarrassment and humiliation from people including the pack members. They came to her house for thorough search, and ended up turning her house upside down. Anywhere she goes, people keep pointing fingers at her. She cried her eyes out, lost appetite to food which made her lose weight. Chelsea was watching from afar and was happy. She didn't visit her. When Chelsea and Valerie met on the road, Valerie told her that she no longer visits. Chelsea told her that she had to give her space like she always wanted.

"I always thought L's design style was too unique to be copied. Now we know—she was framed! These so-called elite housewives really can't handle being outshone. Using shady tricks like this? Pathetic!" Valerie read the live stream comments, smirking as she watched the tide turn. "You brought this on yourself, Ms. Lloyd. When you were busy framing our designer, you didn't think karma would come knocking so fast, huh? Maybe check on your family before messing with others. "Oh—by that, I mean your dad's just been exposed for cheating, and there's even talk of an illegitimate child." Even Valerie was shocked. That juicy scandal came straight from the live stream chat.

Get a grip. Leam stops noticing her shiver and steps away as Lucas's hands her the clothes. "Valerie... these scars... How old are you?" Leam asked her as he looked at the scars that littered her curvy body. His face was covered with sorrow and anger. His neat and thick browns drawn into a sharp line. "Thanks." She quickly put on the shorts and top. "Um, 23 I think," Valerie replied as she fidgeted with the shorts, purposely ignoring him mentioning her scars. What if they didn't want her after she told them?

I'm sitting cross-legged on the floor in Damien's hoodie, eating gas station crackers, and staring at a photograph of Victoria Hale like if I look long enough she'll tell me her secrets. She won't. She never has. "Talk me through it again," I say. Damien doesn't sigh. That's one thing I've learned about him in twenty nights. He doesn't sigh when I ask him to repeat himself. He just turns around, leans against the desk, crosses his arms. "Victoria knows about the recordings," he says. "Chen confirmed it an hour ago. Someone inside the federal office leaked it. We don't know who yet. What we do know is that Victoria's been moving money since midnight."

He was supposed to tell everyone about their secret baby and not this. “So you mean, there is nothing going on between you two anymore?” Another high ranked shareholder asked, and he nodded. Then all eyes turned to face me, “Valerie, are you playing with us? You once had a thing with Drake, and I'm sure you know the consequences of what you just did!” He yelled.