Romans & histoires Lucien Lorraine Leaked

Lucien’s expression gradually became grave. When he saw that post, he personally felt it was too detailed and when he read the comments of people condemning Aurora, he had felt that the person who leaked the news went too far. And he admitted that it was an evil thing to do to ruin Aurora’s reputation like that. Carla listened to the recording. Instantly, her face changed. "It's not me, it's fake, I don’t know who Ava is! this recording is fake, Aurora, how could you set me up like this?”

“Zach, I need to apologize to you. Everything that Charlotte’s told you is true. I’ve sinned with Lory many times, just to help her. All the evidence is in this file.” Buzz! Lorraine felt as if a bomb had been set off by her ears. Her knees buckled, and she landed, sitting on the ice-cold white marble steps with a thump. Zachary opened the document file. Charlotte instinctively walked to Zachary’s side and watched as he pulled out a stack of photographs from inside. Most of those pictures captured Jebediah and Lorraine’s intimate moments, taken by Jebediah… Aside from the pictures, there was evidence of Jebediah hiring assassins for Lorraine.

Laura broke the news. Rachel was all heartbroken but she plucked some courage and asked them both for proof. Valerie took out the photos from her purse which showed Leo and her in some uncompromising positions. After seeing the photos, Rachel just left their house sobbing. She was at her wits' end, not knowing what was wrong with Leo and why he crushed her trust for money.

The shipping records were finally starting to speak and what they said made my blood run cold. Blind zones. Manifest alterations. Ghost routes. Someone was bleeding Lucien's empire dry, and they'd been doing it for years using the exact same methods the Laurents had perfected twenty years ago. The door exploded open. I didn't have time to hide the evidence. I didn't have time to breathe. Lucien filled the doorway, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, hair wild, his steel-gray eyes finding the ledger in my hands with lethal precision. "Put it down," he said. Not a request. Not a threat. Something worse is the quiet before violence.

As Lancelot recovered from his shock he stood up with the intentions of going after the man but as he stood up he found that the man had left a pale cream coloured envelope on the seat of the booth. He picked it up and opened it to take out a grainy photograph. The moment he clasped his eyes on the picture he sat down with a thud. It was him kissing another boy at his college dorm. On the back of the picture it was written. Your secret is mine to keep now if you do what I say. Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;

“My father? My marriage?” Marcus didn’t answer. That was answer enough. Lucien picked up a prepared folder from his desk. Inside were documents dissolution orders, asset transparency disclosures, internal audit requests. “I’m opening everything,” Lucien said. “Publicly.” Marcus stared at him. “You’ll implicate us.” “Yes.” “You’ll expose the political shielding.” “Yes.” “You’ll destroy allies.” Lucien’s expression hardened. “I already destroyed the wrong enemy.” Silence flooded the office. Marcus’s voice dropped. “You think she’ll forgive you for this?”

The quietness of his voice was far more terrifying than Marcus's shouting. Marcus stared at his step-brother, his jaw trembling. "Why are you doing this, Lucien? She’s a nobody. Why are you risking the family name for her? My father said you leaked the files to the attorney general. If that log goes public, Laurent Holdings takes the hit too!" Lucien adjusted his cuffs, looking down at Marcus with pure disdain. "I didn't leak it to the attorney general, Marcus. Not yet." Marcus blinked, a sudden spark of hope appearing in his eyes. "Then we can fix this. We can bury the log. I can talk to Chloe—"

Navarro reported to Lucien in person, every detail precise, every lead scrutinized. Lucien listened. He acted. He planned. He destroyed. And still… she was gone. By the end of one particularly long day, Lucien found himself alone in his study. The door closed behind him with a soft click, shutting out the sounds of the world, the chaos, the endless battle. He leaned heavily against the desk. Head bowed. His hands gripped the edges as if trying to anchor himself to something solid. The dam broke. A deep, shuddering sound escaped him, a sound that was part grief, part rage, part fear. Tears ran unchecked down his face, smearing the lines of his skin, leaving trails of fire and vulnerability he

He was enjoying this. I swallowed hard. “I am saying that I am being framed.” Lucien sighed as if my words pained him. “Celine, lying won’t help you. The truth is right here in this letter. You committed adultery.” A fresh wave of murmurs swept through the gathered audience. “Who is he?” One of the elders demanded. My blood turned cold. Lucien’s lips curled ever so slightly. “A rogue from outside our borders. She has been meeting him in secret.”