Dirty Stories Novels & Stories

Chapter – 0009 Elena POV The scandal exploded like a bomb. By morning, every news channel, gossip site, and stock ticker carried the same headline: “BILLIONAIRE DAMIEN VALE'S FILTHY AFFAIR WITH SECRET MISTRESS – MERGER AND WEDDING IN RUINS.” Clips of us fucking in the hallway played on repeat. My face twisted in orgasm. Damien’s hand buried between my thighs. His voice growling filthy things. The leaked audio made it even worse. “My dirty little secret. This cunt is mine.” My moans were impossible to mistake.

Little did I know that this serene moment would soon be shattered by a scandalous tabloid exposé that would rock our world. As I flipped through the pages of a fashion magazine, a bold headline caught my attention. "Secrets Unveiled: The Sinclairs' Hidden Love Story." My heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding creeping up my spine. With trembling hands, I turned to the article, dreading what I would find. The pages came alive with vivid images of Adrian and me, captured in stolen moments that were never meant for the public eye. The accompanying words painted a distorted picture of our relationship, spinning tales of betrayal, deceit, and a contract marriage that had never been more than

stripper at the Kinky mens club. This was what he needed. Innocent Sierra, famous actress, deleting her past and replacing it with a cliche story of beauty pageant winner becomes actress. This was game over for Sierra. He felt bad but then he remebered all the nasty things she had done to him and his wife. He could bare all the insults but he could never bare watching his lovely Adrianna being insulted and shamed. Alex walked in for the second time today handing his boss another coffee, '' I hope you are please with the information supplied. It took som time and alot of effort to dig this out of the grave. It was buried so deep, satans hands could reach it in hell!!!''.

Don’s mouth shaped them too, sloppy, half-conscious, like his body remembered even when his head did not. The blood ran together in the dish. The lock gave a sound like something old waking up. The door opened. Bars of gold stacked in rows that went back farther than the light wanted to reach. Then cases. Files bound in dark leather. Stones that caught what little light there was and threw it back mean. Paper that smelled like rooms no one was supposed to enter. Enough to buy cities. Enough to bury names. I stood there with my pulse in my throat and my hands hanging useless at my sides. The cold on my face felt far away.

"Your weekly therapy sessions. The countless doctors you've seen over the years. Your so sad problem and how Eden's at the centre of it all. Mom told me about her dress and underwear in your closet and your mental breakdown when you wanted to rip her clothes but couldn't. How she broke you, and you've searched for her for two years. Very explosive stuff. It would make for an award-winning exposé on Rock Castle's billionaire playboy, don't you think?" "Do it," Liam gritted his teeth. "Tell Scandal, sell the story to Dirt. You'll make enough money to pay off your mother's legal fees for breaching our NDA. It won't be enough, of course, to cover even a fraction of my lawsuit. But I'm sure you a

Then Dakota’s phone buzzed once again. Blackmailer: ‘Where’s my money? Didn’t I tell you to leave the bag on the third bench? Time’s up.’ Dakota’s voice trembled as she turned to Cassian, her eyes brimming with tears. “Boss… it looks like the blackmailer didn’t get the money either.” Cassian’s fists clenched. He was seconds away from losing it. Later that evening, just as everything spiraled out of control, the internet exploded with news of Cassian and Dakota’s scandalous affair.

My body knew it before I did. I sipped lukewarm coffee and sat in the quiet of Damian’s penthouse kitchen. Chris paced a few feet away, phone in hand, barking into it about security leaks and shutting down rumors. We’d been holding our breath since the news broke—since Lawrence’s scorched-earth expose took the internet by storm. Damian’s half-brother hadn’t held back. In a single, brutal interview, he’d set fire to Morgan Blackstone’s carefully manicured empire. I opened my phone and scrolled, almost afraid to look—but curiosity always overpowered caution.

Uncontrollable tears streamed down my face as I stared at the numerous photos spread out on Mr Voss's million dollar table at his penthouse. Photos of Daniel fucking a woman in his car—the one I fucking bought for him. Photos of him kissing her. Photos of him taking her in all different positions in the car. Photos of his face scrunched up in pleasure, his mouth open, his skin glistening with sweat and I couldn't help the tears that kept rolling down my cheeks no matter how many times I told them to stop.

Bradley's POV I wanted to put my fist straight through the drywall. The entire afternoon had been a fucking nightmare. The gossip blogs had moved past calling Tabitha a gold digger—now they were running hit pieces on where she came from. They were sniffing around the state social registry, dropping clickbait about "the dark history of Norwood's hidden wife" and trying to dig up her sealed juvenile records.

FULFILLED DESIRES. My heart rammed in my chest when I was informed of the man who had booked me tonight. Yes, I'm a stripper. It's how I get money for college. But Collins Baker, my rival in school, who has never missed an opportunity to embarrass and belittle me in school just found out last week. What's funny is that he hasn't exposed my secret since then, and tonight, he fucking booked me. I was sure he just wanted to make fun of me, but I really didn't care anymore. So long as he pays up for my time.