Novel & Cerita Billionaire's Scandal

"The world is going to go crazy for these designs." "I want them to," I said. "I want my name to be so big that he can't turn on a TV without seeing my face." Just then, Lilith ran into the room, holding her tablet. Her face was pale. "Hazel! Bryan! You need to see this," she cried, her voice trembling. I took the tablet. It was a news notification from a California business blog. The headline made my blood run cold. "Billionaire Damien Reyes Involved in Major Scandal: Claims Ex-Wife Stole Millions and Kidnapped His Unborn Heir."

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.”

Fucking twats. “How in the fucking hell did they know about this?” I flared up. How many people even knew about this? Robin and Lana would never go running to media houses, fuck no! Unless… unless Lois did. I slammed my hand hard on the table, making Anne jump a little. That fucking bitch! I roved my eyes through the bullshit stretched in front of me, Robin would never forgive me if she saw this. Is Billionaire CEO Jack McCullen a Father? Secret Child Scandal: Can a Billionaire CEO Keep It Together?

I felt the hot liquid splash across my bare feet, but I barely reacted. “…the scandal rocking the nation this morning,” a woman’s voice said over the photos, “when pictures of a billionaire’s very public encounter with a woman of… let’s say, ‘questionable occupation,’ surfaced last night on TMZ.com. That very billionaire, Connor Templeton – of the famously rich family – will be joining us via live feed in just a few minutes from Los Angeles to explain his side of the story.” I sank weakly onto the couch and watched, my stomach churning, as more pictures of my enraptured face flashed across the screen.

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.

"Good. I have a feeling there's something else behind this. Something that put both Andrew and Fiona together, 'cause I sure as hell knows he shouldn't give a damn about his brother's marriage." "What about his wealth?" Emily asked. "Jealousy swims in family, so what if he's after the wealth?" Liam furrowed his brows at the question, engulfed in thought as he pondered on liable possibilities about her statement. "For a year, Andrew almost bankrupted Alex's company after the pain of losing his wife weighed him down. He said he lost it to gamble but no one knows for sure, or at least, I didn't believe the crap of a story he spat."

Jackson “What in the hell were you thinking?” The sound of the newspaper hitting Jackson Weathers’ desk was almost as loud as Jane’s question. Jackson looked up from his work to see a very angry woman glaring at him. “Just what in the hell were you thinking?” Jane repeated, her voice low and dangerous. She motioned to the newspaper. “Do you know how hard I have been working to change your image? And then you go and pull this shit?” Jackson glanced down at the paper to see the headline: “BILLIONAIRE PUBLIC SEX SCANDAL.” He had made front page news. Again.

My brain, my thoughts, and the need to be alive to remind everyone that there was still someone out there in need of help. After the accident, I started to attract more attention than I would like. Not only were the police interested in the mysterious case of an attempted murder followed by kidnapping, but also the media. I was not only the billionaire stamped on the covers of gossip magazines, I was also the person the police contacted daily about complaints about possible appearances of women similar to Rebecca.

The truth—the whole, ugly, frightening truth of the secret art collection, the late-night confessions, the tension between them—would not only confirm the rumors; it would blow them into a giant scandal for the ages. The clinical questions in the article would be screaming tabloid headlines: BILLIONAIRE TITAN'S SECRET LIFE! PROTÉGÉ'S RISE: MERIT OR GRAVITY? The business evaluation would be swamped by the titillating, ugly gossip. His face would be on every tawdry magazine cover and infotainment talk show. He would be famous not for what he does, but for a relationship people wouldn't even attempt to understand. He pictured Melissa reading this. His parents, back in Ohio. Sarah and Jake are b

Liam’s presence beside her was a shield and a declaration: they were untouchable, together. But as the conference ended and Darren’s empire began to crumble, Amara couldn’t ignore the unease in her chest. It was too quiet. Too easy. That night, headlines screamed across every outlet: Billionaire Darren Okafor Exposed in Multi-Million Fraud Scandal. Allies Turn on Okafor as Evidence Mounts. Heroic Whistleblower Reveals Shocking Truth. His closest business partners issued public statements distancing themselves. Board members resigned in droves. His companies’ stocks plummeted overnight, billions wiped away like sandcastles in a tide.