Artis Scandal Novels & Stories

“You accuse others of misconduct, but let’s talk about yours. I have proof that you misused gallery funds during your marriage to Jason. Documents. Emails. You funneled money to personal accounts while pretending to be the devoted wife. And now you’re here accepting honors like you’re innocent?” Gasps rippled through the crowd. My stomach dropped. “That’s not true. I never…” Violet pulled out her phone and held it up. A screenshot flashed on the screen … bank transfers with my name on them. They looked real. Too real. “I have more,” she said, eyes gleaming with triumph. “You’re a fraud, Aria. You destroyed Jason’s life and now you’re trying to destroy the art world too.” Cameras flashed wild

... At a renowned publishing house in Asteron, Kimberly typed diligently, focused on her manuscript. Her editor had just informed her that her contest entry passed the preliminary round, and now she needed a new piece for the next stage. Hannah called. "Kimberly, check your phone. It's explosive!" Kimberly, puzzled, opened her device and saw the top trending topic with the hashtag #Siena's Private Character. Clicking in, she found a flood of scandals, retweeted by prominent producers and directors. Their line was all the same: [Immoral artist Siena Gallegos is permanently blacklisted!]

"I got publicly humiliated by my ex-husband and his mistress?" "You stood up to them. You fought back. And more importantly, you just sold more art in one evening than I usually sell in six months." Maya's smile was radiant. "Fiona, we made twelve thousand dollars tonight. Twelve thousand. That's more than I've made in the past two years combined." The number hit me like a physical blow. "Twelve thousand?" "People were bidding against each other for some of these pieces after your little showdown. Nothing makes art more desirable than a good scandal, apparently." Maya squeezed my shoulder. "You just saved my gallery, and possibly my entire livelihood."

The city lights of Chicago smeared against the windows of the Maybach, but inside the car, there was only the sound of our breathing mine, sharp and shallow; Xavier’s, a heavy, jagged rasp. We had left a path of destruction behind us. By now, the headlines would be screaming about the "Crestview Scandal." The image of the "Lady of the Manor" Elena being outed as the former house help and Arthur’s mistress would be the talk of every boardroom in the country. I had won. I had stripped them of their dignity. But as I looked at Xavier’s silhouette in the driver’s seat, the victory felt like ash. Arthur’s parting words about the Vanes and my father, Elias, were a poison circulating in my veins.

They always know how to get on my nerves," I patted his hand like the scandal didn't affect me. I was a bit worried that my image was tainted because of a stupid scandal that wasn't true. I was more concerned about my career than anything else. Besides, if we were to point fingers, Asphalt would be the one to blame because he was the one chasing after me even when I had refused him. "Yeah, can you come over?. Thanks, I really appreciate it," Arianna said over the phone. I guess she was already getting tons of calls from our collaborators concerning the insane scandal.

"The news of Mr. Shen plagiarizing paintings erupted all over Twitter in the evening. In fact, the netizens were discussing the similar colour palettes and styles that he had used." This is amazing! How could he plagiarise eleven other artists? "Urgh! Arsenio is so shameless! He's so old, and I never thought that all of his artworks are actually plagiarized. What was he thinking? Does he think that his audience is blind?" "As far as I'm concerned, Arsenio has been cheating the world for so many years, and he had earned so much money without integrity. Hah... no wonder his daughter, Gisella, is this cruel! Maybe he was the one who brought her up this way!"

“The scandal behind the MS Entertainment has been investigated and has to soon schedule a new president of the company—Emma Phakdi has been pressed with various legal charges…” “Right after the night of receiving all his awards, Actor Art is in a critical stage after his car has been hit by a truck…” Lev shakes his head and finally turns off his tablet. He doesn’t know what’s happening to the world anymore but it is as if someone did everything for him. He didn’t want to put anyone’s life in danger but everything seemed to be a karma happening to those people who had done nothing but to hurt France. France. He takes off his glasses and sighs.

She has never had an assistant or staff at her beck and call. Could they be sharing a more deeper intimacy? Perhaps they are married? Perhaps they are just dating? Perhaps they are simply just manager and artist? Who knows? End the story there. Make it the next headlines in the next ten minutes." "Sure! Sure, boss! I can imagine the views and my full account..." Julien cut the call and dialled a second number. He tapped his fingers in his PC, staring at the increasing scandals on his artist. The call got picked. "I want the search rankings cleared." He said immediately.

Silence. Their eyes darted and their aces paled. “W-well… we didn’t know... know,” Almay stammered. “She was always a little possessive,” Gerard added weakly. “But that’s how Aretha is. She always wanted what you had. As the older sister, Arla, shouldn’t you be... forgiving?” Arla’s lips curled into a cold, hollow laugh. “Forgiveness,” she echoed, “is earned.” Just then, a firm voice cut through the backstage air. “Gerard and Almay Santon?” A squad of law enforcers in black suits stepped forward. “You’re under arrest for multiple counts of tax evasion, corporate fraud, and foreign account laundering. Please come quietly.”

“Sir—there’s a problem. The media just released a report accusing your company of money laundering. They’re linking it to you… and to Vania.” Arga shot up from his chair, the wheels screeching against the floor. “What did you just say?!” The assistant hurried over, thrusting a tablet into his hands. Splashed across the screen in bold letters was the headline: “A New Scandal Unveiled: Vania Entangled in Arga’s Dark Financial Web.” Arga’s jaw tightened, his hand trembling with suppressed fury as he gripped the tablet. “This reeks of Devandra. No one else would dare.”