Angela's Ashes Controversy Novels & Stories

The kiss lingered, full of everything she couldn’t say the love, the fear, the guilt. Across town, Angela paced her sleek office, the morning light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her phone was pressed to her ear, her usual confidence cracking at the edges. “Someone stole evidence,” she hissed into the phone, her voice low and venomous. “The videos, the payments it’s all starting to leak. Find out who. I want a name by the end of the day.” She ended the call, slamming her phone on the desk. Panic flickered in her eyes for a moment before she composed herself. Panicking publicly would only make her look weak. Instead, she smiled coldly, a new plan forming.

"That's impossible! What kind of joke is this? I only used a small dose of delay medication—there was no danger!" Rossi broke down as she explained, "The baby was delayed too long… suffocated… Madre suffered massive hemorrhaging… we couldn't save her…" At that moment, Sophia rushed in as well. Hearing Rossi's words, her face turned pale, but she still forced herself to speak. "Renato, don't believe her! Rossi must be lying! She's always been on Ellen's side!" Seeing they refused to believe her, Rossi spoke plainly. "The bodies of Madre and the child are in the morgue. You can go see for yourselves."

Susan and Eva celebrated their success of landing Diamond Corporation its first scandal with drinks in hand. They clicked glasses and laughed heartily. Back at the programme, the whole interview had turned chaotic. While Angela and Don engaged in a heated argument over what Angela had done, the host was doing everything to stop the images from displaying on the screen. The next thing they showed on the screen that threw everyone off their seat was a text message between Angela and someone. The person was angry because Angela didn't give him the role after getting him to go to bed with her.

he began carefully, “is not an opinion. It’s not speculation. It’s documented.” My fingers trembled as I reached for the folder. I didn’t open it, yet. I couldn’t. “Just say it,” I said. “Say the worst thing. I’m good at surviving worst things.” Alex leaned forward, forearms resting on his knees. “Elena,” he said gently, “Angela did not die.” The room tilted. I laughed. A real laugh this time; wild and disbelieving. “That’s not funny.” “I’m not joking.”

Monroe began. "Family matters?" Angela walked toward the microphone that had been set up for the evening's auction, with Clara immediately at her side. "Is that what we're calling coordinated digital harassment campaigns now?" The ballroom fell completely silent. Even the ambient kitchen noise stopped, as if the entire building was holding its breath. Phones continued recording, but the energy had shifted from schadenfreude to something more complex—anticipation mixed with recognition that they were witnessing something significant. "Hey everyone," Angela said, her voice dropping into the conversational tone that had made her platform so successful. "So this is wild. I'm literally standing h

Did her parents have any inkling of what their daughter had been up to? Angel lost her composure first. Her fist swung directly into Sharice’s face. It landed perfectly, breaking her nose. Blood pooled down her face. She honestly looked shocked that Angel would go that far, which was ridiculous because of everything she had already done. She demanded to know if there were any other deaths associated with either her or Bianca. Thankfully, she said not that she was aware of. She was apparently being honest with that. - We all converged into a small conference room once they were completely done. Suffice to say that every single one of us were overwhelmed with the amount of bullshit that was un

The asylum closed, and the few remaining patients were transferred. He asked Angela if she knew anything about it. Her eyes narrowed, and the fake lashes quivered. “I’m sure I don’t,” she replied, in a sniffy tone. “Probably something the press dreamed up on a quiet day. Most likely, the woman ran off to escape her nosy father and is now living by the sea in retired bliss.” Behind her, Marianne caught his eye and smirked. Claire, standing on the other side of the agent, pouted. “Angela’s right. Anyway, who cares what happened fifty years ago? It’s completely irrelevant.”

Her heart shriveled at the thought. Nikaulas had initially suggested to go for IVF. It had hurt Angela but she had agreed. However, somehow they were caught by the media and the fake rumor of Angela being a barren got around fast. The rumor had done a good damage to Angela's reputation. Christoph was very upset with his son and castigated him gravely. He even threatened to disinherit him if he didn't set everything right. And not to mention Killian's interrogation that had worried Nikaulas the most. Angela, however, had stepped in for Nikaulas and assured Mr. Serrano and his wife that it was all a misunderstanding. It was only then Killian had let Nik off but not without a pointed warning.

Angela continued " Now you are going to die in my hands. I can reveal my secrets because I am sure that you won't say them out loud. You remember on the inauguration day, one year before. A girl proposed to my crush. Do you know what I have done to that girl? Any guesses of her name or what i done to her. " Angela looked at Risa and continued. " I think her name is Lara. " Risa was stunned after hearing the name. " I think you guessed, right. After the inauguration day. The next day you had heard about her death. " " Yes its true that I killed her. I killed her till my ego got reduced. You guys thought that was a suicide attempt but your guess was wrong. Its not my fault. But her fault. " Sh

the reporter said, “but they have stated that no further comments will be given.” Angela’s trembling turned to fury. She threw a tissue box across the room, breathing unevenly. “He thinks he’s won. He thinks he can bury me alive with his words.” Her publicist tried to calm her, whispering that maybe they should take a break, but Angela’s rage only deepened. “He’s not done yet,” she hissed. “He wants me to break — but I’ll show him what real destruction looks like.” Back at Blackwood Tower, Luna watched the broadcast fade to black.