Damuhan Scandal Novels & Stories

A few celebrity scandals, sports scores, and a tech announcement were the first things he casually glanced through. But soon enough, his eyes came across the center of attraction, and this was a bright blue link at the very top of the feed. "Damien Blackwood: The Billionaire Bastard Born of a Maid. Was His Mother a Gold Digger?” Damien clicked on it without hesitation. The page loaded slowly, almost cruelly. When it opened, just beneath the headline was a photo, one that flashed on his face with immediate recognition. A neutral shot from a charity gala. Damine stood in the background, glass in hand, distant, unreadable as always, but someone had zoomed in around his face almost sinisterly. A

Damien met me at the door in a black shirt, sleeves rolled up. “Dinner’s ready,” he said. “We should talk about the past.” My stomach dropped. “What past?” He poured wine and handed me a glass. “Three years ago I fell in love with a woman online. She called herself S. We talked every night for months. Then she vanished the same night the Hart scandal broke. I’ve never found her.” I took the glass with steady hands even though my heart was screaming. “Tragic story. What does that have to do with me?”

Damian’s POV The internet is a vulture. By the time I arrive at my office Monday morning, the story has already mutated into a dozen versions. One clip shows Ariana storming into the restaurant, slapping me hard enough to turn my head. Another angle catches Vanessa walking out in tears. And of course, someone managed to record Ariana shouting about being pregnant. Now the headlines scream across every screen in the lobby: “Damian Cole’s Double Life Exposed?” “Mystery Woman Claims Pregnancy Scandal.”

Adrian handed the tablet to his boss… It was pictures of him with Samantha in his arms and these pictures seem to be making arounds in the internet. This was because Damian was someone who hated the spotlight and was never seen with a woman before… He was considered the god of all bachelors by netizens so seeing such scandalous pictures everyone's interest had been pegged.. They all wanted to know who the mysterious woman was and what was her relationship with The Billionaire god… Damian stared at the pictures and also the comments under it with a smirk plastered on his face… “Should I get rid of the pictures?” Adrian asked worried his boss would be mad but to his surprise he shook his head

"He's nice." While Ethan and Mom cooked dinner, I went downstairs for a walk and unexpectedly ran into Damian. He looked much thinner, leaning against a streetlamp, smoking. The dim yellow light cast his lonely shadow, stretching it long and far. I heard he was not doing well. After the fiasco at the "Undercover" meeting, his company lost the bid and Damian got fired. Later, someone posted a video from that day online without audio, only showing him grabbing and pulling at me. Damian was accused of harassing me. My fans tore into him verbally. His reputation was completely ruined and no production company dared to hire him.

I had just returned from my forced abortion, the pain was still so fresh. I read through some of the comments calling me brave. Wronged. The victim. Some of the comments even called for justice. I should have felt validated. Instead, I felt exposed. Raw. Like my pain was nothing more than entertainment for the pack. The video had been leaked deliberately, probably by Damien’s uncle, Declan. He was his rival in the Alpha presidency race. Declan had been circling for years, waiting for any sign of weakness. The scandal painted Damien as unfaithful, cruel, abandoning his fated Luna. Exactly the ammunition his opponent needed.

“I haven’t done anything to her.” “Don’t play innocent with me!” Damien shot back, jabbing a finger into Adrian’s chest. “If my company hadn’t been dragged into that fake scandal, I might’ve stayed out of it. But now my name—and hers—are ruined. All because of your filthy collaboration with Casandra!” “Stop saying her name like you know what you’re talking about!” Adrian barked. Damien reached into his coat and threw a flash drive onto the glass table. It clattered sharply.

The sound haunted me. It wasn’t often I saw Damian lose control. He was a man built on discipline and order, never giving an inch more than he intended to. But right now? He looked like he could destroy a city with his bare hands. His jaw clenched as he picked up the article again. I already knew the headline: “Young Intern Ruins CEO’s Marriage Callahan’s Wife Files for Divorce Amid Scandal.” And beneath it, in a smear of sensationalist trash, was Maddy’s name.

She pondered. Damon. She didn’t know anything about this man except that she met him at the gym few days ago and he had helped her out with some exercises. Damon works at the hotel gym as a coach and part of the VVIP hotel package they paid for came with having a private coach. So Damon was assigned to her while Lorna got a female coach. She has only seen this guy just twice before now! So what gave him the impression that he could do such a thing with her? She wondered, certainly pissed at his gut.

Damian's POV The first headlines broke before dawn. Damian Blackwood was a man used to seeing his name on the front page, but never like this. Never with words that threatened to crash years of carefully constructed silence. “Vanessa Hart Expecting Blackwood Heir?” “Damian Blackwood to Be a Father?” “Exclusive: Socialite Vanessa Hart Confirms Pregnancy, Names Billionaire Lover.”