Damuhan Scandal Novels & Stories

She loved gossiping with her husband since he was a good listener. “Babe.. did you hear what happened to the CEO of JK group?” She asked as she turned to face Chris who was scrolling on a tablet, looking at a trading chart. “What happened?” he asked, now turning to face his wife. “Damon was involved in a scandal. His ex popped up from nowhere during his engagement party and caused a scene. She claimed to have a child with him of which he denied vehemently.” “Really? That’s why their stock price has been going down lately? I was wondering why it took such a dip, I have some shares there,” Chris said with furrowed brows.

He had been a fool. Damien also saw the news from his own office. He watched Eleanor’s cool, controlled declaration and felt no surprise, only a grim certainty. The catastrophic scandal he had hoped to avoid was now front-page news. The family name was already being dragged through the mud. His pragmatic effort to control the situation had failed. Now, all that was left was to choose a side in the coming war.

“Then don’t become what she is. We fight this together. That’s how we win” ------------------------------------------------------------------ But peace never lasts long. By evening, the skyline bled orange and with it came the next blow. A press leak. Damon Thorne’s name tied to a decade-old scandal involving an international charity, one that allegedly funneled funds into illicit arms operations under the guise of humanitarian aid. Though Damon had been cleared years ago, the timing was damning. The headlines screamed: "Empire Built on Blood? Damon Thorne’s Past Comes Back to Haunt Him" "The Scandal Celeste Warned About. Was She Right All Along?"

He walked back to his desk, pressed a button on the intercom, and spoke in a tone I had never heard before. “Mr. Cole. My office. Now.” Three minutes later, the door opened again. The manager stepped in. Smiling. Confident. Unaware. “Sir, you called for—” “Close the door,” Damian interrupted. The smile faltered slightly. The door clicked shut. Silence filled the room. Damian leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed directly on him. Cold. Sharp. Authoritative. “I’ve received a report,” Damian began slowly, “that you behaved inappropriately toward my wife.”

“Phone records show Miss Hart called Mr. Damian several times that evening. He never answered. At 9:52 PM, she was admitted for early labor. At 11:27, she underwent emergency surgery for postnatal hemorrhaging. Alone.” Another click. The screen changed. A photograph appeared—Damien, grinning in a tuxedo, surrounded by laughing guests on a yacht. Champagne in hand. A woman draped over his arm. The timestamp? The same night. “While Miss Hart was in surgery,” Ramon said softly, “Mr. Damian was attending a private party off the Manhattan Marina.” Silence. Not a whisper in the courtroom. I glanced at Ethan. His expression hadn’t changed, but I caught it—the flicker of satisfaction in his eyes as

My voice stayed low, but the chill in it could've flash-frozen steel. He shut up instantly. “You were seen with the daughter of a married diplomat in a five-star hotel,” I continued. “You didn’t just screw around, Damien. You risked international fallout. If Cassian had leaked those photos to the right media outlet, or worse—to her father? You wouldn’t just be a headline. You’d be a liability. You’d be dead.” Damien swallowed, his confidence buckling fast. That photo, taken during his late-night rendezvous with the daughter of a very married South Korean dignitary, hadn’t even been meant for me. But Cassian had it. And he used it.

“Fine. I will Transfer the money. And James get me the proof. If my father set this up, I want names, dates, everything.” “I will,” James said. “I’ll get you the paper trail.” ANNUAL FUNDRAISING DINNER The ballroom shimmered with gold light, chandeliers raining crystal fire across the crowd. Laughter and the clink of glasses filled the air, but the moment Damien stepped in, the whispers started. “Isn’t that Damien Blackwood?” “His wife’s in prison, isn’t she? Murder scandal.” “Imagine showing up here after that…”

Something that looked like a man watching something he’d been running from finally catch up. “Tell me what this is,” she said. “It’s Ryan.” “I know it’s Ryan. Tell me what he’s found.” She set her phone down. Kept her voice even. “The article says financial misconduct. Five years. What does that mean.” He put his phone face down on the counter. Looked at the window. “Damon.” “It’s complicated.” “I’m twenty two not twelve, uncomplicate it.” Something moved across his face. Almost a smile. Gone before it landed.

“We remain strong. Focused. Moving forward.” He looked calm. Controlled. Like none of this was touching him. It almost made me laugh. “Damage control,” I muttered. Victoria crossed her arms. “Exactly. He’s getting ahead of it.” My eyes stayed on the screen. On him. “He looks convincing,” Theo added. “He’s always convincing,” I said. That was the problem. The clip ended. Another headline flashed. DAMIAN BLACK ADDRESSES SCANDAL PROMISES STABILITY. Victoria didn’t wait.

He loosened his tie, poured himself a glass of whisky, and sat opposite me without a word. “You could’ve called,” I said quietly. “I couldn’t.” “Couldn’t, or didn’t?” His eyes flickered the briefest sign of guilt. “You’re upset.” “Of course I’m upset,” I snapped. “The media’s crucifying you. Half the firm thinks I’m engaged to a criminal. Tell me what’s going on, Damian.” He hesitated, then said, “Someone leaked an incomplete report. It makes it look like there’s misappropriation in our charity division. There isn’t. But by the time we prove that, the damage will be done.”