Olive Evans Leaks の小説・ストーリー

And then, in a crack beneath the bathroom sink, Leo found it — a flash drive. I stared at it like it was a grenade. We left immediately. Back at his apartment, Leo plugged it into his laptop. The folder inside was labeled "EV_Nav Reports." Inside, dozens of photos. Documents. Screenshots. Voice recordings. The last file was a video. Evelyn, sitting in her apartment, eyes red from crying. She looked straight into the camera. "If you’re watching this, I’m probably dead. And it won’t be an accident. Ethan Navarro knows the truth. And so does Miguel Santos. If anything happens to me… please, don’t let them get away with it."

Olive poked her head out of the apartment, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Hi!" she chirped, her voice filled with cheer. "Uncle Timothy, what are you doing here?" Timothy laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Morning, Olive. I’m Evie’s neighbor, so you’ll probably be seeing me quite a lot!" Olive beamed at him. "Do you want to come over for breakfast? Evie makes the best pancakes!" I watched Olive, sensing her innocent curiosity and her pure heart. But I also felt a pang of discomfort, knowing that Timothy and I had just shared something significant, and it wasn't the right time to be stuck in a room with him.

If she would just give him one more chance, he would get everything right this time. Thick smoke curled upward, and flames slowly spread. The living room descended into chaos. Evan's mind buzzed. Suddenly, darkness clouded his eyes, and the camera slipped through his hands as he collapsed to the floor. A harsh screech echoed through the live stream. … Courtesy of a traitor in the IT department, a large amount of their research and results had leaked onto the black market. In order not to let James down, Beverly took charge of the IT department the day after she arrived at the base. She quickly assembled a team to recover the leaked research data.

Another message appeared on his screen. This one from Claudia again. Damon opened it. The color drained from his face. “What is it?” Luca asked immediately. Damon turned the phone toward him. A new headline had just broken. Bigger than the first. Much worse. BREAKING: LEAKED DOCUMENTS SUGGEST EVELYN MOREAU WAS INVESTIGATING HER OWN SON'S COMPANY BEFORE HER DEATH Damon felt the room tilt. “That’s impossible.” The article continued scrolling across the screen. Claims.

And then my phone buzzed. I picked it up and froze. The screen was filled with notifications, all centered on one headline: “Evelyn Caradelli’s Scandalous Photos Leak Online.” My stomach dropped. Heart racing, I opened the link and immediately regretted it. The photos were explicit, leaving no room for interpretation. Evelyn, caught in compromising positions with multiple men, her face unmistakable in every image. I stood abruptly, my hands shaking as I stormed down the hallway to Genevieve’s room. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, scrolling through her own phone, her expression calm and calculating.

“Another one?” Leo set the cup down and turned on the TV. The news flashed across the screen, headlines showing ‘Tech Empire Blackwood Faces Security Breach Scandal’. “They’re already spinning it,” Leo said, crossing his arms. “Someone leaked the information about the bombs to the media. They’re saying it’s connected to the earlier scandal with your ex.” Jace’s stomach dropped. “Of course they are.” River frowned. “Who would leak that?” Sasha came back into the room, phone in hand. “Guess.”

He was propped against the kitchen counter like he had been waiting for hours. I set my keys down on the table. “Define ‘that.’” “Don’t get me started.” He waved his phone in my direction, the screen glowing with a frozen video frame—Ophelia and me at the press conference, every flashbulb in the city immortalizing us side by side. “This leak—don’t try to tell me you weren’t aware of it.” “I wasn’t aware of it,” I said simply as I opened the fridge. “Alessandre—”