Artis Scandal Novels & Stories

My father thought I was losing my mind, and worse, when I switched my phone on and went to the internet, I was forgotten. Everything trending topic was different, and there was nothing about my situation; I had to scroll to finally see an article about myself. It was posted 2 days ago, and it was an apology from the media company. The more I scroll, the more I understand what happened after I left. The company’s official T*****r account posted a long video, a video explaining the relationship between Brian, Cecila, Miles, and me. And in every explanation, there was detailed proof of everything, the interaction between Cecilia and me when she came to the office.’

Crish showed seriousness in his facial expression so Camellia could trust him again. “Don’t pretend to be sorry like this, I know, you don’t feel sorry at all. You are still afraid of losing all of your wife’s assets, right? The proof is that you are still afraid if I reveal all the scandals that you have done to me in the past, isn’t that right, Mr. Billionaire?” Camellia laughed evilly. It seems that she is no longer easy to be deceived because she has learned more from experience.

Then one morning, I woke up and he was gone. His phone went straight to voicemail. His office was empty. I called his assistant but no answer. The driver didn’t know where he went. By nightfall, the news exploded: “Billionaire businessman and ex-political exile, Arturo Mendez, accused of embezzlement, fraud, and laundering millions. Sources claim international conspiracies are involved...” My head spun. “He lied,” I said. “He left me.” I sank to the floor, betrayed, confused, and alone.

His body was aflame and his hardness was going really rigid when his phone chirped. Lan reluctantly paused and pulled out of the kisses. Fiona's cheeks blushed as she felt shy at her sudden vulnerability in Lan's arms. Lan answered his phone and when he hung up, he said “Jeniva Manor has become a blacklisted artist in the Starlight entertainment industry. Meanwhile, investigation is ongoing on the cause of death of Scorpion's men . I have this strong intuition that they were poisoned and the mastermind behind this act cannot be far from that cousin of yours” he informed.

Stella didn't answer immediately, her eyes glued to her tablet, her nose scrunched slightly. That couldn't be good. “Dave Montigo,” she said finally. That name sounded familiar, and suddenly, it clicked. “The artist? We met briefly at the gala last week, and they're turning it into a scandal already? That's ridiculous!" I exclaimed. Stella paused, her jaws clenched. “There’s a video, Ari.” My stomach dropped. “What video?” I snatched the tablet from her hands, and there it was, glaring back at me was a bold headline,

The weight of the platinum band on my left ring finger felt like an anchor, dragging down my entire arm, and no matter how hard I tried to tuck my hand into my lap, the diamond kept catching the harsh fluorescent lights, flashing a brilliant, blinding reminder of the absolute madness we had committed at two in the morning. "Thank you for joining us on such short notice, Kovacs, Vale," the General Manager, Arthur Ward, said, his voice dropping into a dry, corporate rumble as he gestured to the folder resting in front of him, the paper crinkling under his heavy hands. "I assume you’ve both seen the morning editions, the allegations from this 'insider' are gaining traction on social media, and

Then he stepped back, fixing his clothes. “You shouldn’t be here,” he muttered, but his hands lingered on my waist. “Neither should you,” I shot back. “But we can’t resist each other.” We slipped out separately, pretending like nothing happened. But as I returned to Jayden, my phone buzzed with a new alert. The magazine article was live. “Billionaire CEO Elliot Travis Pays $15,000 For Unknown Artist’s Work” I stood there stunned, wanting to know who the unknown artist was. Not knowing it was me.

"Are you happy?" "Of course." He kissed the back of my hand. "This is a miracle." A miracle he planned to orphan. "Vincent, I love you," I whispered, pulling him into a hug. "No matter what, I'll always trust you." His body stiffened for a fraction of a second. "I love you too, Isabella. Always." Always. The word was a joke on his lips. The next day, a scandal erupted. The headline on Art Weekly's cover was a bombshell: "GENIUS OR FRAUD? SOPHIA MARTINEZ ACCUSED OF PLAGIARISM!"

with the particular gentleness of someone who's practiced the breakup speech in the shower. I open my phone and every time I open social media, she's there. Gianna. Thriving. Celebrated with two point three million followers. Gallery exhibitions. Magazine covers. A baby named after the dead woman whose heart she carries, wrapped in lavender everything, photographed in the arms of a billionaire who looks at her like she invented oxygen. Yikes The TrueCanvas scandal made me toxic. Three galleries that showed my work, my actual work, not the copies pulled my pieces. My agent dropped me with a voicemail of the art world is small and cruel, and once the word "fraud" attaches to your name, it stic