Elly Clutch Controversy Novels & Stories

I hadn't paid attention to anything back home for a year now. I casually scrolled through them. The audio recording of Elliot that I had sold to the media last year had kept his name pinned to the trending list for quite a while. The hashtags following his name were words like "kept man", "vicious", and "boy toy". His residence was exposed. Every day, large crowds gathered, throwing rotten vegetables and splashing red paint all over his front door. His scandal also caused Crowell Group's stock to plummet. The board also voted to demote Vivian, completely sidelining her and stripping away all her authority.

The murmurs and judgmental glances only fueled her anger. Kelly stood frozen in the middle of the grocery store, her fingers curling into fists as Lydia’s laughter re-played in her ears. The humiliation burned through her veins. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. Clinton had been disqualified? He embezzled company funds? And Lydia… Lydia had that bag? Kelly’s heart pounded as a terrible thought crawled into her mind. Was Clinton hiding something from her? Was there something between him and Lydia? No. That was impossible. He loved her, didn’t he?

I don’t know what his problem is right now but I can’t deal with him right now. "Good, we need to help them as much as we can. We can’t have a war between our kinds right now. Those things never end well," he lays emphasis. "I spoke to the Eli’s about your link. There is a lot of controversy to it. The approval they gave me over the phone has been reverted," he informs me. I crease my brows in confusion "What do you mean by that?"

Yet, none of them had touched their food. Ever since the video of the ELITÈ students tormenting Eleanor had leaked to the inner circle the previous afternoon from the investigators, the high-society mothers had found themselves in a terrifying dilemma. The narrative that the kids had carefully constructed that Eleanor was a troubled, drug-addled charity case had completely shattered.

she said quietly. Ryan agreed. "Then we stop pretending we can keep this contained.” She turned to him. "You want to tell them?” “I want to decide how they find out " he said. Elara folded her arms. "The moment this becomes public Chloe becomes a case study. A headline.” Ryan stepped closer. "Only if we let them treat her that way.” She shook her head. "You can’t control the world.” “No " he said gently. ". We can control how we stand in front of it.”

Damien stepped forward and placed a calm hand on Elara’s shoulder. “They picked a public battle,” he said quietly. “Now we give them a public answer.” The backlash was swift. A few influencers who had championed Elara’s earlier video now issued “updates,” calling for “clarity and transparency.” News outlets asked for comments. The Monroe Foundation released a carefully-worded statement that didn’t name her—but alluded to “disappointment in certain individuals who misused our trust.” Even Trent Halser posted a cryptic tweet: “Funny how fast victims become villains. Just saying.”

Clara lowered her eyes briefly toward her tea before looking back at me. “Elena was your sister,” she said simply. “There is no version of that story that should shame you.” My throat tightened unexpectedly. “I know that,” I said. “But truth stops mattering once the press gets hold of something they can shape into scandal.” Clara remained still. I exhaled slowly and looked down into my untouched tea. “The timing looks suspicious,” I continued. “Elena dies three months before Hamilton Global goes public. Then suddenly there’s a foundation carrying her name with almost no public explanation attached to it. If someone wants to make it look like I hid something—”

But I didn’t care, as long as it worked. I turned to the nurse and laughed. “What do you think he’ll say to Elara now? I’m honestly looking forward to it.” The woman simply nodded, saying nothing. I relaxed back in my seat and began scrolling through the news reports excitedly. The entire online community was against Elara, so that was one point in my favor. “Damn, Celia is even pregnant for Louis and I heard the pregnancy is even life threatening, yet she chose to keep it because of her love for him. That Elara girl is causing a scene for no reason.” One user said.

She waved her hand to dismiss whatever I had to say " just stop, El” She glanced at me again but I didn't flinch, all I felt was the sudden urge to talk. “The media hasn't picked it up because we made it private..” I made it private. My heart started to beat faster than normal and my hand trembled. Clara shook her head as she rubbed her hands together before pressing it against her temple. “I mean.. he wasn't at the show and I thought…” I didn't know I was already crying until she came and held me, hugging me close. "Oh Elara. What happened?.... How is any of this even possible”

Estelle fumed. Estelle then showed a photo of a bruise that Chelsea had posted, claiming it was evidence of the "violence" inflicted by Amora and Estelle. The group chat was filled with arguments, and to Estelle’s dismay, she was kicked out of the group without any chance to defend herself. “This is outright defamation,” Estelle muttered angrily. “You should press charges. You already have evidence, don’t you?” Amora reminded her. “You’re right. I should teach her a lesson. But it won’t be as simple as you think,” Estelle sighed.