Novel & Cerita Buntis Scandal

The moment the press conference ended, the internet exploded. By the time Alexander and I returned to the penthouse, Daniel Hayes had already become the most hated man in the city. Videos of the conference were everywhere. “Businessman Abandons Fiancée For Her Pregnant Sister.” “Daniel Hayes Caught In Financial Scandal." “Vanessa Cole Exposed In Pregnancy Betrayal.” The same reporters who had mocked me days earlier were now calling me the victim. It felt surreal.

I opened my mouth, but before I could even form the words, she pulled her phone from her bag and she shoved the glowing screen into my face. I was mesmerised. It was the balcony with Hannah, my hand gripping her wrist just as she tilted the glass, liquid splashing on my shirt like some dramatic battle wound. “What the hell is this?” I muttered, but I already knew the answer, I was just shocked that I had no privacy to the extent one of these reporters had followed me and taken a video of that incident. “Exactly what the press is asking.” Mother’s gaze bored into mine, gleaming with fury and calculation all at once. “The Bristo heir caught in a scandal with a Black daughter? Do you realize wh

"Guys…you need to look at this." "What?" She passed the phone around but it never got to me. They were all weirdly looking at me. "What is it?" I asked again. "Give me the phone." "I don't think that's a good idea." I yanked the phone off Gabriel's hand and read the headline out. "The former Manager of B&S Reality company has been exposed. The CEO's fiancee earlier this morning stated in tears that she found out that Miss Danielle Arnold has been forcing herself to have a secret affair with the CEO. After being caught, the CEO, Mr Bryan Smith sacked her. Till now, Miss Arnold is nowhere to be found and Mr Smith has refused to speak with the press. Are these allegations-" I stopped reading an

"Bianca, have you lost your mind? Get online right now! Your sex tapes are all over the internet! You seriously slept with other sponsors behind Mr. Tarrett's back? If you want to ruin yourself, fine, but don't drag the whole agency down with you!" My mind went completely blank. All I could hear was Claudia screaming through the phone. "You better explain those videos right now! And if Mr. Tarrett loses it over this, none of us are letting you off the hook!" Then the call cut off. My hands shook as I grabbed my phone. The trending page was flooded with my leaked intimate videos. And right at the top was the headline— [International Supermodel Bianca Belmont Slept Her Way to the Top] Dave's f

Britney, as soon as I picked up the call she laughed so hard, she had seen the news already which meant it had been published. “What do you want?” I spat on the phone. “Ohh, still got the bad mouth ehh,” she responded. “You did this, you,” I growled out. “Oh dear, what a scandal,” she said as she laughed out again. “How dare you in ade my privacy,” I spat out at her. “Your privacy is nothing but a piece of garbage, you slept with Ny man and have humiliated me times without numbers, I am returning the favor,” she said. “You witch, you u u,” I said as I stammmed.

He looked human. As we sat on a picnic blanket, watching Leo attempt to "wrestle" with a golden retriever (under Ethan’s terrifyingly watchful eye), Adrian’s phone buzzed. He glanced at it, and a cold, satisfied smirk crossed his face. "What is it?" I asked. "Arthur and Bianca," he said, turning the screen toward me. The news headline was scrolling across the bottom of a gossip site: LAURENT EMBEZZLERS DENIED BAIL: BIANCA VANE SEEN SOBBING IN HANDCUFFS.

The first spark of trouble had started with a single overheard name. A few days back, Britney had been lounging in her penthouse suite, lazily swirling a glass of wine as the city lights sprawled beneath her. The evening was quiet, indulgent—until her phone lit up with a message from one of her informants. Barton’s looking for a woman he had a one-night stand with. Britney’s lips curved into a slow, indulgent smile. “Interesting…” she murmured, already tasting the possibilities.

As she grabbed her things, her phone buzzed again with another message, this time from a news alert. “Breaking News: Scandal Unfolds at Julian Sebastian's Company—Employee Vanessa Martinez Implicated in Major Financial Fraud.” Sophia's brows started to rise while reading the headline over and over. Sophia’s fingers tightened around her phone as she read the article. Words like embezzlement, fraud, and internal corruption jumped out at her, each one twisting the knife of betrayal a little deeper. Julian’s company, his prized possession, was on the brink of collapse—and Vanessa, his mistress, was at the heart of the scandal?

Annoyed, I glanced at the screen, but what I saw made my blood go cold. We were making the headlines in bold fonts. I picked up the phone, scrolling through the notifications, and every new alert made me sicker. There were paparazzi shots. We had tried to be very discreet with all the court drama, how did the paparazi get wind of it? The captions were vicious and disheartening and blood left my face. “Billionaire CEO’s Mistress Playing Mommy in court.” “Secret Nanny, Secret Lover or Secret Mother?” “A fight for motherhood- Would the Nanny be found worthy?”

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.