Booktok Scandal Novels & Stories

"You know damn well blackmail is a never-ending cycle! How many people have we blackmailed in the past, and how many of them did we let off after a couple of payments?" "Don't lecture me!" Blake shouted back, matching his tone. "Do you think I would have caved if I had a choice? Anthony threatened to sell the story to Scandal. Father knows I'm into men too, but the rest of the family doesn't. I couldn't risk them finding out about it from a gossip magazine. So I paid Anthony and prayed it would be the end of it. But two months later, I heard from Camille Charleston, a tabloid editor. It turned out Anthony had already sent her everything about our relationship before my first payment to him.

Anyone in the world could have asked him those questions about the previous night, but he felt very sad to hear that question from his parents. He loved his parents too much for that. And Gabriella knew that, too. So she used his parents brilliantly in that plan. That thing had spread like a sensation in the media as well. Many questions arose on that. Some people were making fun of him by making them a controversial topic, while some people called him a rapist. How much could he bear? How long could he listen to false rumours about himself? Everybody has a limit. But many people wanted to bury this sensational news by making it a conspiracy of his enemies.

"Will I see you again?" "No, you will not." She stared after him and saw him walk in Nicole's direction. He pulled her aside for a dance. "My Lord?" "Lady Nicole." "You have taken your brother's spot." "Be ashamed to leave you on the sides." "That's kind of you." "Do you know where my brother is?" "Ronald talked of ruining me to have me and all Austin said was taking care of him." "Ronald? Ronald Edwards?" "Yes." "There was a rumor at Oxford that he raped one of the village girls close by."

And if you can't see beyond his fault and distinguish me, then maybe you never deserved me in the first place. The words shook him more than he expected. For the first time, the barriers around his heart began to shatter. Cassandra made her last statement: a series of falsified documents showing Isabella withdrawing funds from Knight Corp accounts. The scandal hit the news. But Alexander stalled. His gut was howling this was not Isabella. He went to check things out. And the truth emerged: Cassandra had engineered it all, from leaking the scandal to falsifying documents, even doctoring Emily's death story to stir Alexander's rage.

he barked. One of his assistants—a young man whose name I’d forgotten—stepped inside, his face pale and drawn. He held a stack of papers in trembling hands. “Sir,” he said, his voice quivering, “there’s been another leak.” Damian’s face went still. “What kind of leak?” The assistant swallowed. “Isabel’s team just released documents accusing Blackwood Enterprises of financial fraud from years ago. It’s everywhere—news, social media. Investors are panicking. Some are already threatening to pull out.”

The onlookers looked at me in shock, as if they hadn’t expected the supposed villain to be the one who called the police. The officer turned to me. "What happened?" I pointed at Joanna. "Someone’s causing a medical scandal here." "She’s talking nonsense! She has no medical ethics and illegally harmed two patients!" "It concerns two families. This is a major medical scandal! This unscrupulous doctor should be arrested!" The officer frowned and looked at me. "What's going on?" "I know what's going on!" A weak elderly voice rang out. Everyone turned to see a gray-haired elderly woman slowly walking over.

My anonymous 80-year-old concerned neighbor, Brian Beckett, asked, seeing me giggling as I hated the hate comments in Miles’s post. “Of course I am, the roaches are burning,” I say, amused. It was only a matter of time before his office scandals were exposed and he was retrenched. “So now, what do we do?” “We enjoy each other and wait until this calms down and releases another bomb.”

Aloe's POV Blake's book release party took place at Portland's historic Sentinel Hotel, the ballroom filled with everyone who'd supported him through Morrison's revenge lawyers, volunteers from the crowdfunding campaign, legal aid clients, journalists, and family. The published book sat on tables throughout the room, its cover featuring Blake's mugshot alongside Morrison's official senate portrait, titled "Manufactured Justice: One Man's Fight Against Posthumous Revenge." "I can't believe it's actually real," Blake said, holding a copy like it might disappear. "Months of writing, editing, revising and now it's a physical book people can buy."

During the engagement banquet, Leslie's mother had proudly bragged to relatives more than once that once Leslie married me, he would inherit my family's company and rise above everyone else. Naturally, that stirred jealousy among the relatives. And after secretly overhearing me chatting with friends about going to a beauty salon after the banquet, Felicia deliberately pulled everyone together for a group photo and began planning the entire scheme from there. According to her confession, the luxury skincare set worth over sixty thousand dollars that she took from the salon was never meant for her daughter at all. The moment she walked out of the salon, she had already found a buyer and resold

ones in their twisted wedding ritual. Five years ago, a male college student was locked in a barn for resisting the ritual. In the middle of the night, he was trampled by an enraged bull, leaving him permanently disabled. He was still hospitalized. And among those orchestrating the ritual was none other than Rosalie. The public was shocked when this came to light. Surprisingly, as reporters charged into Clarke Group, Rosalie's first reaction was to beg them to contact me. "Please, I can't reach my husband. Can you help me find him?