Lola Valentine Leaks Novels & Stories

Today was supposed to be my rest day. Actually, our catering services are for VIPs, and it's well-known, especially since our customers are prominent people in the world. Throwing out these things, she should be thankful as she was lucky not to be seen being kissed by that damn guy. Damn! Yes. I don't fucking like him for Lola. I just don't want it. And I damn feel jealous! ******************** Lola Valderrama I walked alongside Heaven while looking at where I was going. I couldn't bring myself to look at him again, especially since I still wasn't comfortable with what happened earlier.

Maybe one last email could turn things around—show him how dedicated I am, how passionately I believe in this vision. I took out my phone, switched on the internet, and, as if the universe had timed it, a notification flashed on my screen. My pulse quickened. Lorenzo’s name glared at me in bold text, followed by something I caught only in a blur—something about an “investment” in “Valentine’s Conglomerate.” I swiped down to read it clearly, my breath caught in my chest. "Lorenzo Fabrizio invests one million dollars into Valentine’s Conglomerate."

oh. In the middle of his legs on the bed, the flyer glows. A faint, eerie shimmer at the back. A sun symbol. Save the planet from vampires. Valentine’s eyes widen. He looks at Achilles. Something unspoken passes between them. Valentine exhales sharply. “This is impossible.” He flips the flyer over, inspecting it like it might bite. His expression is unreadable. Achilles clenches his jaw. “I haven’t heard about them for a decade.”

On Valentine's Day, Felix had brushed me off with the same old excuse about "family obligations", making sure no one let the truth slip. But that evening, an anonymous message popped up on my screen. "Live stream link—Felix Valentino and Lilian Fenati's Wedding." I clicked it. The screen lit up to reveal a grand, solemn ceremony, filled with mafia dons from Solara. My blood turned to ice. Three months earlier, Lilian had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. She'd made her announcement at a family gathering.

Rafael: Care to explain, Santiago? Valentina: Is there an explanation? Someone tied the knot! Mateo: Looks like a deepfake. Has to be AI. Lucas: No, look at the shadow. It’s real. Valentina, where did you get this? Valentina: It’s all over the dark web. And the gossip blogs. She dropped a link. SANTIAGO RIVERA OFF THE MARKET. AND THE DEVIL OF CORAL GABLES GOT HIM. The comments were worse.

“But love makes you blind. And I’m going to take everything they love… one piece at a time.” The estate’s private lounge, usually quiet in the mornings, buzzed with tension. A flat-screen TV on the wall blared the morning news. Headlines scrolled in bold red: BREAKING: Vale Family Scandal? Confidential Medical Records Leaked Anonymous source reveals potential discrepancies in family records tied to Aria Vale. Lucien stood in the center of the room, jaw clenched, his phone pressed to his ear. “Find the source. I want a full digital sweep. Someone got into our private systems. This wasn’t a simple leak — it was a breach.”

I was shaking all over with anger, gripping my phone so tightly it felt like it might crack in my hand. The post was still gaining traction, and the comment section was filled with filth—vile, disgusting words that were hard to even read. "Girls these days really know how to play. Valentine’s Day with no protection, just chasing thrills." "She looks so innocent. Didn’t expect her to be this wild, roleplaying the whole ‘sister-brother’ thing."

Her rosy scent drive me wild as it fills my nostrils encouraging me to nibble and squashing her melons. Oh God!. I rasped as we fell on the mattress. Hungrily, I sucked one of her melons , extracting every bit of pleasure as her moans filled the room. She arched her body, egging me on. Just as I was about to begin the grand finale of our heated passion, my phone buzzed. "Damn"! I cussed as I quickly jumped off of her body to get my phone. I gasped when I saw who the caller is - my boss. Frantically, I paced the room as I answered.

The warm, sticky mess on my skin felt heavier now, no longer just a mark of pleasure but a weapon that could destroy everything. Ryan’s voice broke the silence, low and furious. “That wasn’t one of ours. Someone’s playing a bigger game.” Before anyone could respond, Tyler’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and his face twisted. “It’s already trending on a private Hollywood forum. Blurred screenshots. They’re calling it ‘The Vale Mansion Leak.’” Kai snatched the phone and scrolled. “Fuck. It’s spreading. Not mainstream yet, but the industry insiders are losing their minds. Someone tagged it with your name, Lila.”

“Are they tweeting memes about my bruise pattern?” She doesn’t answer. Just flips the tablet over, thumb flying. “Okay,” she breathes. “Wow. That was…fast.” “What?” I demand. She turns the screen. This time, it’s not a tabloid. It’s a more serious outlet. The headline is simple. > **MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE LEAK CONFIRMS LUNA VALENTINE WED TO DANTE MORETTI** Under it, a crisp scan of the civil registry entry.