Novel & Cerita Billionaire's Scandal

But the pattern was unmistakable. Another billionaire. Another engagement. Another scandal. Another man's reputation destroyed when Isabella had gotten what she wanted. "His name was Marcus Thorne," Liam said. "Tech billionaire. He met Isabella at a charity gala about eight years ago. They got engaged six months later. And then—" He paused. "Then the scandals started. Rumors about his business practices. Leaks to the press about his personal life. By the time it was over, his company was in ruins, and Isabella had walked away with a settlement that made her a very wealthy woman."

The news of the billionaire and once-famous actress marriage was still hot on the search buttons. Many would have doubted their marriage, but since the words came from the billionaire himself, it was a confirmation beyond doubt. Many view her as a seductress, seducing the billionaire just to gain wealth. Since the rich heir wasn't good enough for her, she found a way to cling onto his uncle. But many still wondered how? She was attractive but there were other women with better social standing that came from a reputable family; she doesn't even have a good background. She was just an actress who backed out, out of the blue with unknown reasons and since then they never heard anything about he

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

I was going through my phone when a certain news caught my attention, because that news mentioned me, none of the other news did, and I know why because my dad and brother had threatened the reporters. Not that I couldn't do it, it just makes me feel that I'm loved and people do care about me. . "The playboy, again is engaged, with a Victoria secret model, who claimed to be his best friend during his first marriage with the heir of Lightwood enterprises Ms. Caroline Lightwood." Is this the reason for the divorce of Ms. Lightwood and her player ex-husband Mr. Knight.? As we all know how much both the partners were in love with each other. What might have led to their separation? We all know M

“No. I’m talking about someone else’s. I don’t know what’s going on today, but there are suddenly a lot of scandals within the industry,” Cayden replied. Sydney was stunned. “Scandals?” “Yes. President Wilson from the Hallmark Corporation has an illegitimate son with his lover. President Lawrence from the Toppen Corporation was detained for tax evasion, and President Corlton from the Cannes Corporation was found to be abusive toward his wife and children. The scandals of these big bosses from large corporations are all over the Internet, and it has become a mess,” Cayden said in a mocking tone.

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

He just stood there, staring at it, his jaw tight, his expression unreadable. “This is spreading faster than I expected,” he said. I leaned back against the counter, folding my arms. “It’s a scandal involving you. Of course it is.” There was no point pretending otherwise. A fake engagement, concerning one of the youngest top billionaires in the city, this kind of news was like sugar and the press were like ants, salivating to have a taste. It had everything people loved to tear apart. A knock sounded at the door, sharp enough to make me straighten up immediately.

"Are you alright?" "Not right now." "You're on the news," he said urgently. "And it's not good." A chill ran through me. "What news?" "Check your phone. Any site will do. T*****r. Anything at all. You need to see this immediately." My hands trembled as I pulled the phone away and opened a browser. The headline loaded instantly, bold and ruthless: "BILLIONAIRE DANTE MORETTI CAUGHT IN VIOLENT ALTERCATION — SCANDAL INVOLVING FAKE ENGAGEMENT AND LAND SCHEME EXPOSED."

The implication lingered, hovering in the air like smoke I couldn’t disperse. “Are you talking about cheating?” Thandeka’s voice was small, almost trembling. Cynthia laughed softly, a sound that was both cruel and deliberate. “I’m just saying, sometimes appearances are misleading. One must always be careful who they trust.” My hands were shaking now, my pulse hammering in my ears. I wanted to leave, to run out into the streets and never look back. But where would I go? My pride, my dignity — all buried under years of unemployment, humiliation, and now, this.