Fictitious Disclaimer Novels & Stories

Matthew,* *I represent the Estate of Senator Harrison Morrison. It has come to our attention that your recently published book, "Manufactured Justice," contains numerous defamatory statements about the deceased Senator Morrison. While we acknowledge the court dismissed charges against you, your book makes claims about Senator Morrison's intentions and actions that go beyond established facts.* *We are requesting that you and your publisher cease distribution immediately and issue public retraction of statements accusing Senator Morrison of criminal conspiracy. Failure to comply will result in defamation lawsuit on behalf of the estate.*

, he remarked and walked passed him to his father's office ***************** Candida stood opposite the counsel enraged bitterly, she couldn't believe the mess she affixed herself into The counsel must be joking…yes ! He must be joking Why on earth will he say this ? How would this be possible ? The documents are fake after the money and Time she spent in order to get it…? No ! Fredo can't do this to her…he can't ! Her lips circled in anger…her glares alone would have done more harm on the counsel if it's possible

“He what?” Diana flung the folder open and showed me copies of screenshots from shady investment accounts tied to Adrian’s firm. “He’s got you listed as one of the dummy signatories on an overseas transaction. I cross-checked the bank... never even existed. Just a ghost placeholder. You were the ghost.” I couldn’t speak.

I can't go back to doing bad things few hours after I swore not to do them. "I want to propose a collaboration with your company - Fmotors." I said quietly. "My company?" He laughed. "You want me to work with a company that's about to go under?" He laughed. "It's not going under, all that is a big misunderstanding which must have been cleared up by now." I said. "Cleared up?" He asked. "Yes, it was just fake news, it was done by a malicious person who wants my company to crumble but one's year of hardwork can't just vanish like that, can it?" I questioned.

Being a billionaire in prison was useless. ​"If I sign this disclaimer," Declan asked, his voice raw with defeat, "you guarantee my clean exit from the fraud charges?" ​"We guarantee the Escrow fraud charges that implicate you will not be filed," Damian confirmed. "We destroy this will, and you walk free, untainted by the Richard chaos." Declan looked at the true will, the tangible proof of his engineered inheritance, and then at the legal disclaimer that offered him freedom. He picked up the pen.

He was absolutely storing all of this somewhere in his terrifying internal database. I crossed my arms. “Are all assistant positions this invasive?” His mouth twitched faintly. “No.” “Good to know I’m receiving premium treatment.” That one almost earned a real smile. Almost. Instead, he glanced at my screen. “You missed clause fourteen.” I frowned. “Whats that?” He leaned slightly over my shoulder. Not touching. Not even close. Still close enough to completely derail my ability to function like an intelligent adult. He pointed toward the screen. “There.”

Without answering, she pulled out her phone again and hurriedly searched. Her eyes scanned the screen. Scrolling. Faster. Then— She froze. Her face turned pale. Every result said the same thing. Warnings. Threads. Reports. "Do not trust "Undead – Assassin for Hire." It's a scam." Again. And again. Fake. Fraud. Trap. Danica felt her stomach churn. 'I've been scammed…' She almost coughed blood from the shock. How could she be this stupid? She didn't even verify. Didn't check legitimacy.

“The terms. The arrangement. The… fake love story we now have to parade to the entire world because I couldn’t handle being humiliated.” Dante leaned back against the sofa, watching me like he was waiting for a performance. “Go on.” Fine. He wanted rules? He’d get them. “Rule One,” I said, pacing the length of the suite. “We sell it. All of it. The public wants a fairy tale, so that’s what we’ll give them. Photos, kisses, handholding, the whole charade. If we’re in a room together, we look like a couple that can’t keep their hands off each other. No exceptions.”

The others were more interested in a rumor about a wealthy family the more obscure it was. Nathan thought that she had faced an exceptionally difficult obstacle in the CEO's office. "Mr. Conrad, we can't oppress the trending news and there are many negative comments and we can't delete them all for the time being," he said, breaking out in cold sweats. Clarence's expression stuck in the same spot. "Do you find out the first discloser?" he asked in a chilly tone as he walked leisurely through the disclosures. "Not yet. He used a fake identity and the IP address was in an internet bar," Nathan retorted quietly. “His face was not captured by the nearby security cameras.”

She faked pouted of pity. “What rumours?” “That you did not divorce him. You ran away with his son and his money. When you wasted it all, you returned to the village where no one would know how lowly you are,” Diane said, and the look of disgust on Mrs. Floyd's face told me she instantly believed her. “Spreading fake rumours is defamation, Diane. I hope you know that,” I told her. Diane tilted her head. “Yet, it’s not rumours but the truth. What do you think would happen if Arthur finds out you are nothing but a conniving bitch?!”