Break Story Novels & Stories

At least I was sure of the gender of whosoever he was. Kaiden came back later in the evening and was so surprised when he heard that someone had broken into the mansion. I didn't want to tell him what the person might have taken before Kaiden started bombarding me with questions. If Kaiden knew nothing about it, then Lucian have a lot of explaining to do in my office tomorrow. ******* THE KINGSTONS MANSION GOT RUBBED!!! I picked up the newspaper this beautiful morning, only to discover that the press didn't waste one minute to publish such a story. Then I wonder 'how do they get their informations?'. Something just goes wrong and they cover the story the next day, how do they even do that?

Chapter 27: The Breaking Point The story broke at 6:01 AM. I know because I was watching. Sitting on the floor of the penthouse, back against the couch, phone in my hand. Maya's article loaded slowly, the way websites do when too many people are trying to read the same thing at the same time. Then it appeared. THE HART EMPIRE: BLOOD MONEY AND BURIED GIRLS Maya hadn't held back. The headline alone was enough to destroy my father's legacy. But she'd gone further. Photographs. Bank records. Testimonies from survivors who'd finally decided to speak.

Amid the buzzing city in the evening, a piece of jaw-breaking news which took the city in ripples and caused an uproar suddenly stormed from nowhere, with a damning narrative that was so sudden and shocking, taking a swift turn in the most condemning headlines that the media had been weaponizing for weeks. It began with the breaking news at 7:00 PM at the top billboard spot and the media house news channel, as the main anchor’s voice, calm, and collected, captured the attention of everyone.

"My master access was revoked. How is this happening?!" Before Jarrah could answer, the heavy double doors of the office clicked open once more. Tahlia stepped into the room. She wasn't wearing her usual soft, fragile look today. In her small hands, she held a flash drive. "Banjo!" she cried out softly, her voice trembling as she rushed past me straight to his side. "Oh God, Banjo, it's terrible the media in London just broke the story!" Banjo grabbed her shoulders tight, his knuckles turned white. "What story, Tahlia? What are you talking about?"

“No. I do. I mean I want to apologize. I could have given you a bullshit story about my life. Something fake. Something you can easily write. But I think in the back of my mind, that’s not what I wanted.” He stared at me. I’m sure that’s not what he expected to hear. Its surely not what I expected to say. I took a deep breath. “At first, yes, I was putting off telling you anything because I just didn’t want to face it. And it felt like even making up a story was forcing me to think about how crapy my life has been. But today, I made a decision.” He waited patiently. “I want to tell you my story.” I paused realizing what I wanted before I actually said it. “I want you tell my story. The good.

“What for?! Sky I saw Colm at the hospital, he was more dead than alive, and you just left him and went to humans?” “So, I got smacked because of that idiot? We broke up before that.” “What? I thought there was something serious between you.” “No, I never considered him. He wanted to fuck for a while and that’s all. I got mad cause he was speaking of a future and so on, basically lying, and-” “So, it was you who beaten him?” “Hey, he lied and insulted me. And it was a bad day. It was his fault anyway.” I growled in indignation.

To be what I'd made her—mine. I pressed send. The release went out at eleven-forty-seven PM. Within two minutes, my phone started exploding with notifications. News outlets picking up the story. Social media erupting. The photos spreading like wildfire. I poured another scotch and watched the world burn. At eleven-fifty-three, Storm finally figured out there was no patient at Roosevelt. I watched him try to call Nova again. Watched the panic set in as he realized something was very wrong. By eleven-fifty-eight, the first headlines were appearing:

Blinded by jealousy, he blurted out something reckless. "Have you fallen for him? Is that why you broke up with me?" I felt speechless and refused to explain. Let him misunderstand—let him stew. I'd sealed my heart; nothing he did would soften it. I snorted and walked away. For a moment, he stood quiet, but his aura was thick with sorrow—you could tell he was seething even without seeing his face. The cafeteria buzzed; soon, the whole university was whispering about us. Overnight, we became the latest scandal.

The storm broke at dawn. By the time the city was awake, every news outlet, gossip site, and financial blog carried the same headline: Julian Voss’s story — leaked, twisted, designed to bleed Jason Reed and Bella Quinn-Reed dry. The headlines weren’t whispers anymore. They screamed across screens, hinting at betrayal, debts unpaid, a love story built on lies. But Jason and Bella didn’t flinch. They didn’t hide. They showed up.

Emma sat on the couch, her eyes fixed on the TV as she flipped through channels. Adriel had been gone for a while, and she was getting anxious. She needed a distraction. Suddenly, a breaking news headline caught her attention: "Breaking News: Carlos's Son Involved in Fatal Accident" Emma's heart skipped a beat as she turned up the volume. "...Details are still coming in, but sources close to the investigation confirm that Darwin, the son of wealthy businessman Carlos, was involved in a severe car accident earlier today," the news anchor said, her voice grave.