Novel & Cerita Heard It Through The Grapevine Drama

Theo’s pov I hear about the will before I hear about the funeral, which tells you everything about how fast money moves compared to grief. By the time I clock in Tuesday morning, half the yard already knows Edmund left the company to the granddaughter, and the other half is placing bets on how long she lasts before the board eats her alive.

Marcello’s eyes are red. “I don’t know… I don’t know…” The elder’s lips tremble. He sighs. “Marcello, let it go.” Marcello’s eyes flash. “Let what go? I need her!” The elder pulls another document from his coat pocket and hands it to him. “I had my people look into this. You need to see it.” Marcello takes it with a shaking hand. It’s a diagnostic report from a private clinic. The words ACCIDENTAL MISCARRIAGE leap off the page, and Marcello’s heart feels like it’s been run through with a sword.

The morning light had hardly managed to find its way through the pulled curtains when wham! The news hit me like an express train. I was standing in the kitchen, mechanically making breakfast for the kids, and my cell phone was headlining: "Scandal Uncovered: The Dark Past of Rachel Thompson Brought to Light! " and "Manipulative Gold-Digger? The True Story Behind Rachel's Rise." My heart began to pound as bitter anger swirled along with despair within me.

the voice on the other end is urgent, "there’s something you need to know. Evan Reid... he’s just leaked some damaging information about Mr. Cross’s finances. It’s already all over the news." My stomach drops. My pulse races, but this time, it’s not from the kiss. "What kind of information?" I ask my voice tight. "Everything. Damaging transactions, insider trading—he’s making it look like Mr. Cross has been embezzling funds. It’s bad, Naomi. Very bad." I glance up at Damian, whose face has gone pale. His fists are clenched, his jaw grinding, and I can see the control he’s desperately trying to maintain slipping through his fingers.

Something told me if I didn’t tell him immediately, I would never be able to tell him again. Before I could say another word, we both clearly heard my name and Noah's coming from the living room. "What was that?" I asked Damian. "It's the TV, I think. Let's see." I followed Damian to the living room. On the big screen was Noah, seated in a studio somewhere granting an interview. I scoffed. “Unbelievable.” His desperation had led him to a gossip TV show, ‘the Hot and Juicy Details.’ What could he possibly be doing?

I said to her. “What conversation?” She still wasn't listening or looking at me. “The one you had with Matthew, the day he was leaving. The one where you told him the boys needed him.” “How did you hear that?” She drops her phone. “Now, I have your attention!” I dropped the pillow hard on the bed. “How do you know about the conversation?” She asks again. “I heard it on the phone, you must have pressed a wrong button and a call was placed to me through your phone and I heard everything.” I said

Well, I am not the crisis, am I? “Didn’t you hear me at all?” Cynthia queries me after a long while, deciding to finally look at me. "I did! I am not deaf, you know. I heard you loud and clear. And yeah, I know about it. I saw some pieces of the story in the news.” I retort flatly. “And?” she asks. Huh?!

I had been the center of attention for what felt like an eternity, and I knew that my colleagues would be eager to get the scoop on the latest developments. As I made my way through the crowded room, I could hear snippets of conversation drifting through the air. “Did you hear that Alpha Dylan declared her his girlfriend in public?” someone whispered. “I know, I saw it on the news,” another colleague replied. “I wonder what it's like to be the Alpha King's girlfriend,” a third person mused. I felt my face grow hot as I listened to their conversations. I knew that I was the subject of their gossip, and it was both embarrassing and unsettling. But I tried to take it in stride, smiling politely

I can't even dance to save my life! “I heard a rumour.” One of the girls whispers by my side. We are standing in a line at the door to the lounge, waiting for the instruction to go in. I look straight ahead, pretending not to be interested in their conversation, but I'm in fact, picking up every detail they drop. “What rumour?” Her friend asks, eager. “I overheard the elderly servant's saying Alpha Reagan is in there.” I almost choke on my saliva. “No way!” Her friend exclaims, gasping lightly. She even gets the attention of the other girls around. The girl who gave the announcement trails off about what the elderly servant was discussing but the words are completely blocked out because the

DYLAN HART INVOLVED IN VIOLENT NIGHTCLUB FIGHT Another image flashes. Another headline. BUSINESS HEIR CAUGHT IN LATE-NIGHT BRAWL I sit upright slowly. My head throbs. Chris sighs through the phone. “Yeah,” he says. “You’re all over the news this morning.”