High Society Spoilers Novels & Stories

she said cautiously, recalling the socialites who had turned against her and her mother when her father disappeared. Dallion raised an eyebrow, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Of course. Lower-class people have too much time for gossip. Not that it doesn’t happen in the higher class." He continued smiling before she could respond. "There isn’t much difference between the lower and higher class," Sherryl said flatly, though she could still feel his hand on her shoulder like a poisonous spider, ready to strike. "There isn’t," he agreed. "Why so shocked? We can agree on some things." His grin widened, as he leaned closer to her revealing his white teeth that sent a jolt of fear through her

The music pulsed like a heartbeat as Ariella stepped into the massive Grey estate, her heels clicking on marble floors. Rosewood’s elite were already scattered across the grand hall—laughing, drinking, scheming. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above like stars, but Ariella knew there was nothing celestial about this night. This party was a battlefield. She adjusted her silk burgundy dress, the one that clung just enough to make people turn but not stare. Her hair was swept into effortless curls. She looked like she belonged. She always had. That was the thing about being reborn—you remembered exactly how to play the role.

It's the only piece of Nathan I have left. In the corner of the banquet hall, a hidden camera had quietly begun streaming everything live to social media platforms. Online viewers flocked to watch the drama unfold. "I thought the Hamiltons were supposed to have class. This is what money buys you these days?" "Sophia is obviously a homewrecker. Talk about desperate social climbing." "Yeah, I heard Nathan and Violet were together all through high school and college. What a cheating piece of trash." When Sophia wanted to explain, I stopped her. We had expected Violet wouldn't go down quietly, but hearing all this verbal abuse still made me feel protective of Sophia.

If Maya saw a really famous celebrity, she won’t be surprised anymore. Anyone who wasn’t invited would be cast away from the high society. It was a party to prove who still has it and who lost it. The Knight family were invited every year yet they don’t go all the time, because they know they still have it and they don’t wait for recognition from anyone which made them one of the most respected families in the high society. That’s what Sicilia said before. Maya drank her wine while she stood in the corner, hiding from most of the people’s view. Her eyes were scanning the room for Adrianna Jones.

Seriously, their folks were wasting money. "Oh. I heard about that. My mum is bosom bows with his mother. He is a first-born of a Viscount. From a true English High society." Well, that's new. "Yeah, I heard that, too. He came from UCLA. There was a scandal of some kind. You know." "Pft. I won't mind the scandal at all if I can have him where I want him." God! Apparently, being a slut was universal. One didn't have to live in hovels where prostitution was rampant to be one.

It was the time she removed Sapphire’s coat and pushed her to go and dance on the stage, the woman only followed her orders and she started to do a video recording of the scene with a smirk on her face, the video only showed hers, Oliver's face and the club so the glasses must on the doctor's face. “Have it in mind that this woman didn't know anything about what she is doing, she isn't lucid enough to know right from wrong, it is a miracle that she survived after, we only saw that dance video, we didn't took notice of the slow movements, the imperfect movement, the bad way she danced and how unfocused her eyes were, we would normally notice these things of it was a regular stripper who was o

Emily chuckled, "Are you complimenting my inner beauty?" "Of course! Your personality is charming!" Suddenly, Olivia remembered something and exclaimed excitedly, "Yesterday, Nathan scolded Sophia harshly in front of many high society people. It's being talked about in high society circles now; Sophia has lost all her face, not just the remnants from the incident on the yacht!" Listening to Olivia, Emily finally understood how eventful the latter half of the car show was yesterday. It turned out that yesterday, while everyone was at the car show, Nathan secretly slipped into the backstage dressing room. Somehow, Nathan started flirting with another car model, in short, besides Sophia, Nathan

And then yesterday on national television, Sebastian Hawthorne—the richest guy in the state—had walked out onto the main stage and kissed her like she was royalty. He was right. She was definitely sleeping around. A lower-valley dirt farmer’s daughter, married to a billionaire CEO. It made no sense. It violated every single rule of social hierarchy Alcott believed in. He marched over to the window, glaring out toward the green hills of the valley. Sure, he had tried to stop her before the exhibition. Poisoning the food at that big wedding had felt like a brilliant strategy to ruin Morningdew’s reputation forever. So what if a few guests ended up in the emergency room with severe food poisoni

There I was leaving Lucio’s house, waiting for an Uber, stepping outside like any normal girl but the headline screamed “Billionaire CEO Lucio Ashford spotted with mystery woman amid affair rumors.” Beneath the comments read: ‘Gold digger.’ ‘Homewrecker.’ ‘She knew exactly what she was doing.’ ‘She’s not even that pretty. She must have seduced him.’ I blinked. What the hell? Claire leaned closer. “Oh my goodness,” she said quietly. I scrolled through the pictures, my chest tightening. The comments were worse. People were saying I seduced him on purpose, used him for fame, called me all sorts of names. Every single one made my face burn hotter, making me become more conscious of myself.

“My problem with you is that you complain and nag too much. It's always Alexander that, Alexander this. You insisted I make you my wife ,so here we are now. Mrs Laura Alexander Martinez. This is what the life of a billionaire's wife looks like. Now I hope this gets into your thick skull,this will be the last time I’ll explain to you that what happened last night was an accident fueled by alcohol and poor judgment and it won’t happen again. Now let go.” “I’m not letting go of you Alex. Not until you tell me that you have fired that bitch? She yelled without care. “ Don't expect me to believe that cock and bull story. You transferred her here without telling anyone and even praised her work in