Angela's Ashes Controversy Novels & Stories

Halfway through, something occurred to her, and she suddenly flung the photos into the air. She looked like someone who had already given up caring, no longer afraid of any consequences. “You think you can threaten me by teaming up with John Watson? Dream on… My reputation is already completely ruined. Even if you plaster these photos all over Northhaven, I wouldn’t bat an eye.” “Is that so?” Angela smiled. She stared at Nina for a few seconds. Then she took out a lighter and burned all the photos. Angela admitted she didn’t possess many noble virtues, but she was a woman.

It dawned on them that in just a few short hours, Angela's deeds had already been fully exposed online. In the alumni chat group, everyone expressed confusion and outrage. Some even demanded she come forward to explain herself—why she would destroy someone else's family, why she targeted Khloe. Her image was utterly ruined. Even former students who had once been close to her now rallied in Khloe's defense. Angela couldn't bear to look. She immediately quit the group chat. Turning to Trey, she saw he had already dressed and was preparing to leave. "Trey! What do we do now… it's all over…"

"Organize everything we have and use the same methods on Angela." Because I'd been trapped in the Larkin residence, my parents always felt guilty toward me. They'd gone all in to open a sports company, saying it was my fallback. It had actually been doing pretty well over the years. In less than a minute, Angela's name was plastered across the trending searches. The headlines were even worse than mine. "Fake socialite, real gold digger—she seduces affluent married men! Leaked footage from a late-night rendezvous!" Then came a whole barrage of photos and videos, all with a pathetic attempt at pixelated blurring. The whole world could tell that one of the photos was of Angela and Jacob.

She had already arranged cameras to take videoas of her act and Kiana’s response. 'I'd give her a medal of actress of the year!' Kiana scoffed internally. Arthur held her hand protectively as they passed Angela without saying anything but she didn't care. Because that wasn't her solid plan. 'Just wait and see how I'll ruin you!' Angela seethed as she continued to wail on the floor and get sympathetic soothing from people. Just as Angela had planned, a load of reporters were waiting outside, “Miss Frost, any comment on the betrayal from your best friend and boyfriend?”

I couldn't believe that Gina was from such a wicked family. “But that's not all,” Angela said and got up. She walked toward a shelf in the corner and picked up a book. “I'm sorry for the invasion of privacy but I had some of my guys plant cameras around the house.” “What the fuck?” Anthony stood abruptly. “Why the fuck would you do that?” Angela shrugged. “When I knew that Angela was here, I had to have cameras planted around here. Obviously I couldn't do that at her place because she would suspect something… I was waiting for her to confess her crime and she did.”

Angela's voice was barely above a whisper. "What are you talking about, Henry?" "It's nothing complicated, Mom," I said. "I just want everyone here to know the truth." With that, I pointed at Cynthia's grave. "Your daughter isn't dead. This grave is empty!" "What? An empty grave?" "What the hell is going on?" Confusion rippled through the crowd, and even the livestream was filled with questions. Angela sucked in a sharp breath, then suddenly threw her head back and wailed at the sky as if the world was ending.

“That’s what irritates me the most. Everyone looks at her like she’s some poor fragile victim when she’s obviously hiding something disgusting.” She tossed the phone aside carelessly before leaning back against his chest. “But there’s still one thing I don’t understand.” Damien’s fingers traced slowly along her arm. “What?” Annabelle lifted her head to look at him again, suspicion flickering through her eyes. “The first report you brought me said Angela drowned,” she said slowly. “That’s what everyone believed. The Hales buried the case. The media stopped talking about it. Even the police treated it like an accident.”

Almost all of them talking no, yelling over each other in outrage. “This is an embarrassment!” one board member shouted. “Our stock has dropped seven points since the scandal broke!” another added. “This is no longer about personal affairs, June, this is about our money!” Phones buzzed and fingers pointed. Charts were shoved forward. Social media backlash screenshots floated on the projector. Every whisper in the media had somehow made its way into this room, twisted and weaponized. June’s heartbeat thundered in her ears, but she didn’t flinch. Not yet. Then, Mr. Abayomi one of the oldest and most influential stakeholders stood up.

Camellia instantly verified it was AI-generated. But by the time they disproved it, the lie had spread. Sophie appeared live just an hour later. “That is not my aunt’s voice. But even if it were — I am not her. And Phoenix is no longer hers. It’s ours. And if they think we’ll be silenced by shadows, they don’t know how bright we’ve become.” Journalists across the globe began switching. They stopped quoting ASHES. They started calling for audits. A GGA senator resigned — citing ASHES corruption.

She turned to look at Angeline. "Angie, you actually went on the show?" Marion thought Angeline was such a brave girl. Her heart ached thinking about the attacks Angeline received online this whole time. She appeared on the show, knowing that people would talk about her nudes afterward. Angeline smiled at Marion to comfort her. "I had to." After the recording provided by Angeline was played, numerous trending hashtags were sparked online. They were such as #shewantsassetsnothermother and #rumorsthatshewasforcedtomarryacripple.