Victoria Xavier Leaked Novels & Stories

he asked, leaning down slightly so I could see the dark intensity in his gaze. "Because I'm the only one who knows the backdoor password to the entire system, and if you hire me as your secretary tonight, I will give you the one thing you've been chasing for a decade," I replied, holding his gaze without blinking. "And what is that?" he whispered, his interest finally piqued. "His total and utter ruin," I said, but as I looked at Xavier, I noticed a framed photo on his desk of a little girl who looked hauntingly like the daughter I was forced to give up years ago, and my breath hitched as a sudden, terrifying possibility entered my mind.

I whimpered, and he stared at me like a real mad woman in the trashcan, "Xavier is more powerful than Xander. He is Xander's father and has numerous guards and dark magic. He sits on his throne in the Red Moon Pack's Royal Chamber and rarely comes out unless he is about to go to war. How on earth do you think of killing him in your entire life!!!" Hutton growled, gritting his teeth in fury. I bowed my head to the ground, reminiscing about his words. He was right: how would I ever kill Xavier? I won't gain access to him freely without losing my life!!!

"I know who leaked it," Victor said, voice low, even, and too calm for the storm he was about to unleash. Amiriam looked up from the scattered printouts on her desk. Luke, beside her, sat up straight immediately, tension coiling up his spine. The gentle hum of the retreat house fell away under Victor's words, as if the world knew something cataclysmic had just shattered. "Who?" Amiriam demanded, voice barely steady. Victor leaned in, placing a closed folder on the table between them. His eyes never left hers. "Tasha Rivers."

Not because he actually wanted me. Last night had confused everything. The angry passion against the window. The way he’d touched me. The way I’d responded. But this morning, reality crashed back. This was still an arrangement. Still business. And now my past was threatening to destroy the carefully constructed narrative we’d built. “Who do you think leaked them?” Xander asked. “Genevieve. It has to be. She had access to my old F******k before I deleted everything. She must have saved these years ago, waiting for the right moment to use them.”

--- Later that night, Lucas entered his room and closed the door. His expression immediately changed. He took out the second phone. The phone connected to his hidden identity. He called Xavier. "Milord." "Give me the update." Xavier's voice was quiet. "The inheritance has been completely restricted." "Victoria?" "She believes she has won." Lucas smiled faintly. "Let her believe it." Xavier was silent. "Do you want us to recover the money?" "No." Xavier was surprised. "No?" "Not yet." Lucas walked toward the window.

The security men reached for their earpieces. Too late. Sirens echoed faintly above us.Not police. Media. I saw it on Damian’s face when he realized. “You leaked it,” he said. Adrian nodded. “Selective files. Time-stamped. Verified.” Victoria turned on him sharply. “You would humiliate this family?” “You humiliated yourselves,” Adrian said. “I just stopped covering for you.” Her calm finally cracked. “You are sick,” she hissed. “You don’t know what’s real.”

“The network just posted a breaking story online. It is already trending across every social media platform in the region and it is spreading faster than we can issue a cease-and-desist.” “Is it about the wedding question?” I asked, stepping out of Roland’s hold and looking over at the bright screen. “Did the reporter air the footage from the tunnel?” “No,” Victoria replied, voice dropping into a panicked whisper as she looked up at both of us. “It has nothing to do with a wedding, Aurora. Someone just leaked your mother’s confidential file to the press... and they are claiming she never died...”

The comment section was even more explosive: > “She looks exactly like the woman from the old family archives.” > “Wait… wasn’t there a child removed years ago?” > “This can’t be a coincidence.” > “That Morrison guy standing beside her confirms everything.” My breathing became uneven. How were people finding out this? This leak was not just a coincidence. Someone is behind it. My fingers trembled as I clicked another post. Then I saw the photo Xavier gave to me. uploaded online too. Shared, zoomed and analyzed by thousands of strangers. My fingers loosened instantly. The phone nearly slipped out of my hands. I threw the blanket off and rushed out of bed.

“What did you just say to me?” A dark, wicked smile slowly returned to his lips, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin of my captured wrist. “I was the one who leaked them to the news,” Xavier revealed, his golden eyes shining with a triumphant light. “I hired the professional photographer to follow them. I told Twyla exactly which hotel room to go to that afternoon but she didn't know what was coming and who was talking. I forced his hand completely, Victoria. I broke your little romantic fantasy because I was sick and tired of watching a goddess serve hot tea to a worthless cockroach. I wanted you out of that house immediately, and my plan worked perfectly.”

This fool is always nervous and scared. He inhales shakily. “Victoria… someone leaked information about your past, things you have done” My breath stutters. “What information?” The line is silent for half a second, that half second too long, too heavy—before I can hear him start to hyperventilate slightly. “The kind of information that should have remained buried,” he whispers. A cold, crawling sensation climbs up my spine. No. No. No. No. “I’m sending the details to your phone now,” he says quickly. “But please—stay inside. And do not react publicly. Not yet. Not until I—”