Booktok Scandal Novels & Stories

There were texts to unknown numbers with dates, times, and instructions. There it was. Evidence that she had orchestrated the elevator sabotage, the club scandal, the stage collapse. All of it. I continued scrolling, finding something even worse. Messages about the leaked loan scandal. Conversations about forged documents. She was the one behind that too. I couldn't believe my eyes. How could have Kristina gone so far? She didn't even just start, she was behind the first-ever scandal, the biggest one that could have cost me all my hard work. She had attacked Clarence acting like Clarence had done it, causing it all unknown to us that she was the one who ostracized it.

It seemed something in that reply had set him off, and he fired back with another long comment. [Rumors? Are you kidding me? I've seen it with my own eyes. She hooked up with someone in broad daylight. Didn't even bother going to a hotel—they just went at it in a corner. She only fools the freshmen with her innocent act. Everyone knows her scholarship and outstanding student titles were earned by improper means.] My hands trembled as I read the comment. The phone slipped out of my grasp and hit the floor. "Yvette, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost," my roommate asked, picking up my phone. Her eyes scanned the screen before she gasped.

I ask, faltering in my step as I rush over to where he seats, his agitation slowly rubbing off on me. Ed squeezed his eyes shut. “Apparently, there’s a video of Tanya saying you coerced her into taking her books, something about you not being the real owner of the books you published?” He groans. I let out a bitter laugh, fisting my palms tightly. I clenched my fists so hard I felt my nails digging into my palms. Now I knew why Xavier asked me to buckle up That conniving scheming thwart. Tanya and Steve hadn’t just betrayed me. They were joining hands with the devil to destroy me.

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.”

I said sharply. She flinched but obeyed, standing stiffly like a child caught red-handed. “I’m only going to ask once,” I began, voice low and steady. “What was your involvement with Sophia Morelli and Svetlana Bocharov? Start talking.” She looked up, her voice brittle. “I was only supposed to make Sareena listen to a recording; a manipulated one. Svetlana had me convince Damian Bernardi that the doctor wanted to start music therapy to stimulate brain function. The recording started with jazz music, but it slowly cuts out… replaced by an AI-simulated confession from Damian. His voice saying he loved Sophia and only wanted her. Confessing that he only pretended to love Sareena. Then… hours of

Those words felt like a slap across the face. He now regarded the goddess he once treasured as a prostitute who slept with everyone. Tears welled in my eyes, the shame almost overwhelming me. The test results came back quickly. Bobby exchanged a glance with the doctor, his face grim. "See for yourself." He slammed the report in front of me. "You're indeed a whore. You're positive for syphilis, currently in the latent stage!" I took the report, trembling. The black and white text made my legs go weak, and I collapsed to the ground.

Something had cracked the surface. He didn’t answer. Just turned away and headed into the library. I followed without being invited. “What happened?” I asked. He didn’t look at me. “A leak.” I frowned. “What kind of leak?” He tossed a thick envelope onto the coffee table. It landed with a weight that felt metaphorical. “Photos,” he said. “Of us. Together. In the limo. At the gala. The press is already calling it a scandal.” I stared at the envelope like it might bite me.

I asked calmly. “Yes, I do,” Payne replied. “I also remember telling you that it is way better to take an empty drive.” I sighed again, “Julian got hold of it when he kidnapped me. As we speak, it is in his hands. If we attack him carelessly, he can simply release it to the public and tarnish my public image. You know very well that a scandal is the last thing I need right now.” “A sex scandal will be the birth of more. Rumors have been spreading about you lately too and controlling them is getting harder,” Payne muttered. He dragged the armchair and sat down on it, facing me directly.

My hands were shaking. Sophie called an hour later, her voice tight with something I recognized immediately as bad news. "There's another one," she said. "Worse than the last." "Show me." She sent the link. I opened it standing in the kitchen, my stomach already braced for impact before I'd even read a word. The headline alone made my chest go cold. Calculated Trap: New Evidence Suggests Rosa Park Planned the Vegas Marriage From the Start. I scrolled down, my hands trembling.