Elizabeth Olsen Scandal Novels & Stories

Daniel leaked the photos. My stomach dropped as I opened the link Olivia had sent. There it was, splashed across the digital front page of the industry's most influential publication: DESIGN WORLD SCANDAL: RUSSO'S EX-WIFE IN ILLICIT LIAISON WITH THORNE DESIGNS CEO

"I can't imagine how much this hurts. I'm so sorry for what you're going through. Where are you heading now?" "The hospital. Prenatal checkup." The interview went viral within hours for her calm, unflinching recounting of the betrayal and the shocking contrast between her glamorous mafia wife identity and her devastating situation. It didn't take long for netizens to dig out my identity, and the entire world now knows the woman in that video is me. Elena, Donna of the Moretti family. Three years ago, Vincenzo Moretti, the undisputed Don who ruled Boston's underworld with an iron fist, threw me a wedding that made headlines across the nation.

All I could do was think fast in a bid to make the scandal go away. I could attest to the fact that Bladen was an insanely attractive man, so he definitely had women flocking him like moths to a flame and scandals like this all the time. An idea flashed in my head, and I voiced it out. “I am certain that a man like you must have dealt with this before, so it shouldn’t be new. You must have the influence and resources to have the blogs say that this is all a mistake, right?” I said, hating how desperate I sounded. “It might take a while, but it will die down before we know it,” I added.

Instead, it worsen it. Sussana regained her confidence from the duke’s compassionate words and continued. “Lady Francesca just got involve in the disdaining affront towards a retiring countess widow in Colstalbay, rumored for giving highly offensive remarks on her two-decades old wedding gown she flaunted in the recent social gathering at a patroness’s house. “Now the media wants to get on her side and discern more to be able to draft the best scoop they could get.” The housekeeper was surprisingly good at grasping event, the duke silently thought.

“That I’d sold my integrity for money and fame.” Her voice never wavered. “And none of it was true.” I took a slow step closer. “What did Ms. Sterling do while all of this was happening?” Elise shook her head, like the mere thought of it pained her. “She denounced me to the press. She said in interviews that she regrets being close with someone as loose as me.” “Were you ever charged with any crime?” “No.” “Were you ever contacted by any of the producers they claimed you had affairs with?”

The Times article dropped at 9 a.m. Tuesday. "The Sinclair Scandal: How One Woman Bribed Her Way Into New York's Most Powerful Family." It had photos. It had financial records. It had the sworn statement of Elise Monroe, dated three months before she died of an overdose, notarized, sealed, and undeniable. It named Vanessa Sinclair as the sole architect of a three-year fraud that had resulted in the divorce of Damien Cross and his first wife, Aria Sinclair, whose current whereabouts were unknown.

"So Michael, tell us what it is you want to confess to the media and public about?" "This is about a mistake I made few months ago," He said and everyone paid attention to him. "I had this girl I was dating, a lot of you know her because her videos and pictures were flooding around the net. Her name is Eleanora Bell, the girl you all know to have this sexual scandal that happened few months ago." ***

Exactly as rehearsed. Chaos erupted immediately. "Mrs Williams! Has your husband contacted you?” "Is your marriage over?” "Are you denying the video is real?” Jessica didn’t look back. She kept her head high, pushing through the tide of reporters before they could devour her, as she headed back inside. A microphone was shoved in my face next. "Miss Elizabeth, what about you? Will this scandal affect your partnership with Mrs. Williams? We heard from a reliable source that a collaboration was in progress."

She was already grateful enough that her parents forgave her. Still, hearing the resentment in Vanessa’s voice made her realize just how much pain she had caused. ——— Elena cracked open another melon seed with her teeth, the shell splitting with a snap. The salty taste lingered on her tongue as she flicked to the next channel. Reality shows, soap operas, weather updates, nothing held her interest. Suddenly, a bold headline on the screen read: “Elliot Family Scandal Resurfaces: Wife of Convicted Man Speaks Out.”

Elias began, his deep voice cutting through the noise, "thank you for being here today. We called this press conference to address the recent revelations about the embezzlement scandal that rocked Westbrook Industries years ago." A murmur swept through the room as the reporters leaned forward, eager for every word. Elias continued, "It has come to light that my sister, Selene Westbrook, was the mastermind behind the scheme. She not only orchestrated the financial discrepancies but also framed my ex-wife, Victoria Lancaster, for crimes she did not commit." The room exploded with questions. Microphones were thrust forward, and voices overlapped in a chaotic symphony. "Mr. Westbrook, how do you