Beautiful Scandal Novels & Stories

Seemingly intrigued by the fact that had just been revealed right before his eyes, William narrowed his eyes in surprise. "But didn't you guys just meet a few weeks ago? Ah, apparently, I was too busy to notice the romance scandal going on among my subordinates," William continued in a mocking, contemptuous tone. "Is that more important than your sabotage scandal, Mr. Sammy?" Immediately, Aileen, stung by the saboteur's insinuation, snapped in anger. The pain was momentarily forgotten. "Hey, Ms. Aileen. Please forgive my behavior just now. Does it hurt?"

If not for anything but for the fact that he knew his brothers too well and what they are capable of. However, the look in his eyes weren’t ones she had seen before–The aloofness was nerve-wracking. Saffron’s heart shattered as tears clouded her sight. How could she be this stupid time and time again? “So, you’ve been the one ruining my sons’ lives. You seduced them and turned them against each other!” Even though Madam Clinton knew that she was lying through her teeth, she continued to blame Saffron for everything that had happened. Someone has to be blamed for all that has happened, and Saffron would be that person. “How are we sure you didn’t cause the accident that almost killed Celina j

It’s no wonder she’s hiding from the press. The netizens are beginning to wonder just how manipulative Angela Shirley can get and how _ “Turn it off,” I growled. Lucas too invested in the news didn’t hear me. “Off that fucking thing off!” I roared, dashing the whiskey glass on the television screen. The affected part went black instantly. Lucas turned it off. Frustrated as I am, he ran his hands through his hair. “What are we going to do?” Plopping down on the sofa, he cradled his head. “This is a crazy time to have a such scandal.”

He reached for his cell phone to send a message to his assistant. Leon: Create a new attractive design with the best quality of Beauty Corporation's products. We'll launch a new product after the company's demise. Daniel: Yes, sir. "Will you be okay after the plan succeeds? D.R. Corporation will be successful, but what about his heart? I hope my guess is not correct. I hope you don't love Miss Jessica," Daniel muttered after getting a message from his boss. Leon was busy planning a new product that would be released after his competitor's company suffered a decline due to the scandal of the company's leader, which he was about to expose to the public.

I did not get to finish it. It started as a murmur near the champagne table — a phone tilted toward another phone, a laugh that wasn't the kind you wanted at a wedding. By the time I understood what was on the screen, it was already everywhere. Grainy club footage, timestamped six days ago. Ace Stone's hands in some woman's hair. Her mouth on his. My hands. My mouth. I didn't need to see my own face to know. Someone near the string quartet said the groom's name like it was a headline already, and it was — Billionaire Ace Stone's Secret Kiss, Six Days Before I Do — spreading through phones faster than the string quartet could finish their song.

From the thirty-second floor of Vale Group Tower, the skyline looked distant and unreal behind walls of glass, like the world itself had been placed behind a screen no one could touch. Elena stepped out of the elevator alone. The lobby quieted almost immediately. Not completely. Just enough. Enough for conversations to thin. Enough for eyes to follow her across polished black marble floors. The news from the gala had already spread. Of course it had. A social scandal was entertaining. A woman coughing blood in front of half the elite class of the country? That became currency. “She still came?” “I heard she collapsed in Lord Cassian’s arms.” “No, apparently she was pretending again.”

“Zayne, He’s doing this on purpose. Don't give him the satisfaction of a scandal.” On the other side, Amie was frantic, pulling at Edric’s jacket, “Edric, stop it! You’re ruining everything.” I couldn’t tolerate the wrong words about her, leading me to shake with a pure rage that popped veins on my forearm. Edric was gasping for air, but he was smirking, a truly pathetic one. He wished she was my weakness. She could never be. “See?” Edric wheezed. Looking at the cameras starting to flash in the distance, indicating another scandal was about to begin.

That family feast ended in complete disaster. Within hours, the scandal had spread through every corner of high society. Phone calls. Text messages. Social media posts. Everyone was talking about Marcus Blackwood and his cheating mate. Scarlett was thrown out of the Blackwood estate that same night. Security guards dragged her to the gates and dumped her on the street. Her designer dress was torn. Her makeup was smeared. She looked like a broken doll. William's order was clear: "She is banned from all Blackwood territories. Forever."

People she once called friends were reposting the scandal with captions like ‘Never expected this from her. Her hand shook as she turned the phone off completely. She wanted to disappear. Across the city, in a glass-walled penthouse overlooking the Thames, Roy Sinclair nursed a cup of black coffee, scrolling through his phone with a grim expression. “Mate, you’re trending everywhere,” his friend Aaron said from the couch, smirking. “Not the kind of PR you like, huh? ‘Mystery Billionaire Spends Night with Bride-to-Be.’ Classic.” Roy shot him a sharp glare. “It’s not funny.”

The once-fragrant air, always thick with the scent of Clarisse’s signature jasmine perfume, now reeked of tension and perfume mixed with panic. Alexa sat at the edge of the marble conference table, her hands trembling on her lap, scrolling helplessly through her phone. News headlines kept popping up: Delacroix Skin is under fire for product contamination. Alexa Beauty scandal deepens, partnership in jeopardy. Luxe rises as rivals collapse. She swallowed hard, forcing a breath. “Clarisse, we can fix this. We just need to…” “Fix this?” Clarisse’s voice cut through her like glass. She stood at the far end of the room, her heels clicking sharply as she approached. “Do you have any idea what you’