NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1820: Leaked
Villain Ch 1820. Leaked
Allen smirked. "I'll make you head of meme propaganda."
"Deal."
Jordan finished his coffee and stood up. "I'll draft your schedule tonight," he said to Allen. "Enjoy the villa first. You'll need it."
Allen nodded. "Got it."
Jordan turned to leave. "And Emma—less memes. More homework."
She saluted. "Aye, captain."
The door closed behind him.
Allen leaned back, exhaling slowly. The moment lingered. Quiet, but warm.
Emma nudged his elbow. "You nervous?"
"Maybe a little," he admitted. "It's not… the kind of fight I'm used to."
She looked at him. "But it's still a fight. Just… with suits and spreadsheets instead of swords and status effects."
Allen chuckled. "That sounds worse."
Emma laughed. "You'll be fine. You're still you. Even in a boardroom."
He thought about that.
Then nodded.
Yeah.
Even in a suit, even in a company meeting.
He was still Allen Goldborne.
And maybe… just maybe, that was enough.
He looked over at Emma again.
"…You really posted that blanket photo?"
She grinned, wide and smug. "No comment."
Allen narrowed his eyes. "You do realize that's borderline treason, right?"
"Against who? The Emperor of Shut-In Blankets?" she teased, propping her chin on her hand. "Relax. It wasn't even the full photo. I cropped out the legs."
"That doesn't make it better."
She stuck out her tongue. "You'll never catch me."
Allen reached out, fingers poised to pinch her cheeks into fluffy dumplings—
—but his phone buzzed violently on the table.
He paused mid-lunge. The vibration came again, more urgent this time.
A call.
Allen frowned. He grabbed the phone and glanced at the caller ID.
Gerry.
Weird. They didn't have any plans today. Gym was scheduled tomorrow.
Why the hell was he calling now?
Emma leaned over dramatically, eyes peeking. "Oooooh. Is that that gym freak?"
Allen waved her off. "Shut it." Then swiped to answer.
"Yo, what's up?" he said.
But Gerry's voice blasted through the speaker before he could even finish.
"Check your messages. NOW. Dude—it's important!"
Allen blinked. "What? What happened—"
"I don't have time to explain! Just check it! I'm freaking the hell out—"
"Okay, okay, chill—"
The call ended.
Allen stared at the blank screen.
What the hell was that about?
Emma raised an eyebrow. "So… intense much?"
Allen didn't answer. His gut was already twisting into knots.
He thumbed back to the message app.
One unread message.
From Gerry.
Gerry: Dude, you need to check this! I just got this from a friend!
Attached:
[VIDEO]
No caption. No context.
Just a vague, pixelated thumbnail.
Allen's instincts screamed at him. This wasn't some dumb meme. The file name was a random string—encrypted probably—and yet it passed his virus scan like clean water.
He tapped it.
The video buffered for a second.
Then played.
And instantly—
The bottom dropped out of his stomach.
There it was.
That video.
THAT damn video.
The threesome.
His ex-girlfriend Sophia.
With Darren and Liam.
His ex-teammates.
Everything.
Allen's body stiffened.
His jaw clenched so hard it ached.
It wasn't just the video that made him freeze.
It was how real it looked.
Even knowing it was consensual, even knowing it was all roleplay, the video didn't feel like a kink tape.
It looked like abuse.
Like they were hurting her.
The lighting was harsh.
The camera didn't shake.
It was intentional.
And the audio—
The begging.
The cries.
The slapping sounds.
This was supposed to be deleted.
Darren and Liam had "taken care of it".
Sophia had gone to jail… and this?
Yet here it was.
Leaked.
Spreading.
He didn't even realize how pale he'd gone until he heard Emma's voice.
"…Allen?"
He didn't respond.
"Hey."
She leaned forward.
"What are you watching?"
Allen didn't say a word.
Emma peeked around the table, curious.
And then—
"OH MY GOD—WHY ARE YOU WATCHING P*RN?!"
Her voice exploded through the room.
Allen flinched. "I—WHAT—Emma—no—"
She snatched the phone before he could pull it back. "Wait, wait, I—oh my god. What is this? Why are they—why is she—IS THAT A FREAKING CHOKER—?!"
Allen stood up. "Emma, STOP. Give it back."
She held it high, shrieking. "What kind of sick VR mod is this?! That looks TOO REAL—"
"Because it IS real! I mean—ugh—just—can you not broadcast it to the entire house?"
Emma backed up, still staring at the phone in horror. "You watch this?! You?! The emotionless tower of salt and brooding energy—YOU watch this kind of stuff?!"
Allen groaned and dragged a hand down his face. "It's not what you think."
Emma paused. The panic turned slowly into something more cautious.
She squinted at him. "Wait… you're serious."
Allen looked away. His voice dropped. "That's… Sophia."
Emma blinked. "Wait—Sophia? That Sophia?"
"The ex," Allen muttered. "Yeah."
"And those are…?"
"Darren and Liam."
Emma's jaw dropped open. "Your old teammates? Wait—wait wait wait."
She backed into a chair and slumped down. "Okay. I'm going to need tea. Strong tea. Like hellfire-level caffeine tea."
Allen collapsed into his chair again. "Gerry just sent that. Said he got it from a friend. Which means it's already out there. Which means someone leaked it."
Emma's voice was soft now. "I thought that whole thing got erased. You told me last time."
"It did," Allen said bitterly. "Or it was supposed to. The blackmail got handled. But if this surfaced…"
A pause.
"What the hell is she doing out of jail?" Allen growled.
Emma's expression twisted. "You think she leaked it?"
"Or someone she gave it to. Maybe she had a backup. I don't know." Allen's voice was tight, jaw set. "But this? This is a bomb."
He leaned back in his chair, phone still in hand, screen gone dark now—but the images were burned into his memory like acid on silk.
Emma leaned forward again, arms folded on the table. "But… it's not your problem anymore. Right? I mean, let them fight each other. Tear each other apart. Darren. Liam. Sophia. They're all toxic."
Allen didn't answer at first. His eyes were distant, still processing everything, calculating risk like a strategist looking at a battle map.