High Society Spoilers Novels & Stories

Who could tolerate it? [Even if Isolde kicking out the widowed sister-in-law had been fake, even if it were real, she'd still be a saint. If it were me, I'd strip her naked and hack her to pieces!] [My worldview is shattered! Filthy funeral-hall adultery in a wealthy family. Not even novels dare write this. High society is truly rotten.] [The Princeton Group stock better hit limit-down today. Trash like this at the top disgraces the entire industry!]

“Oh, don’t take it to heart, cousin. Dimitri only acknowledges people worth knowing. You’ll be returning to the countryside soon, so it’s only natural he isn’t bothering.” “Grandmother promised to return my inheritance if I bring in a top company’s project,” Alicia retorted calmly, frowning slightly. Olivia hissed. “Alicia, are you daft or just stupid? Dimitri is part of the Scavo family, and he’s already assured me his uncle loved my proposal.” She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice with pride. “His uncle doesn’t want it to look rigged, so he’ll delay the announcement for a few months before officially awarding it to the Hodge family.”

He was promoted as the procurement manager at a young age. "I apologize on behalf of my wife, Anna. She must've misunderstood. I'll talk to her tonight and make sure she clears your name with the colleagues. Will that be okay?" Henry said sincerely. In my past life, that apology and clarification had never come. Instead, Lisa thought I was seducing her husband behind her back, and she spread even nastier rumors about me. The gossip became so widespread that everyone knew about it. I might have been fooled by his act if I had not overheard his whisper.

“This… this can’t be!” Olivia turned slowly, curious. “What is it, Shopia?” With trembling hands, Shopia placed her phone on the table. The screen displayed a viral article from social media. The headline was clear: “Young CEO Ricky Zayden Mascherano to Get Engaged to Miss Kelly Rowland Bertan, the Only Daughter of the Bertan Family, Just Returned from Switzerland.” Cindy instinctively covered her mouth. “Oh my God…” Shopia immediately broke down. “No! No! I can’t accept this!” She slapped the table repeatedly, then burst into tears. “I thought… I thought Uncle CEO was still single for a long time… but it turns out…”

She found herself ensnared in a web of manipulation orchestrated by cunning socialites and envious peers, each vying for prominence in the intricate dance of wealth and power. Amidst the complexities of their public lives, Sorin and Andrea retreated to the sanctuary of their penthouse—a haven that offered respite from the demands of society and the relentless pressures of familial expectation. Yet, within the confines of their private sanctuary, cracks began to form in the facade of their marriage, revealing vulnerabilities that threatened to unravel the delicate threads binding them together.

“Meet us at the front gates at five o’clock. Do not be late.” They turned in unison and walked away, moving with that effortless, arrogant grace that only came from having far too much money and zero real consequences. I sat alone in the library for a long time, staring blindly at my muddy backpack. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely zip the bag shut. Blackmail. They were actively blackmailing me over a stupid, embarrassing journal. “Screw that,” I whispered fiercely into the empty room. I wasn’t some helpless, tragic victim. I wasn’t going to just roll over and let three over-privileged psychopaths hold my entire life hostage. There were rules here. There was an administration. Th

Before filling out our college preferences, Ethan Barron, our class president and son of the richest man in the country, suddenly claims that he can get everyone in our class into Meridian College. "My parents have donated several buildings to the college. It'll be a piece of cake to get all of you in." Even though most of my classmates have scores that fall well short of Meridian College's admission threshold, they fall for his promise, skip their official applications, and count on Ethan to pull strings and get them into college. In my previous life, I realize Ethan's words can't be trusted, so I immediately urge them to submit their college applications, just in case. I also make a poi

"And you must be Elena Vance. Such a sudden, thrilling romance! Everyone in the city is talking about how a Vance managed to capture the elusive Mr. Moreno. Tell me, is it true what they say about a corporate takeover extending straight into the bedroom?" My face burned hot enough to sear skin, a wave of absolute humiliation crashing over my neck and chest. My breath seized in my lungs, suffocating me. The casual cruelty of high society laid bare its fangs, reducing my family's ruin and my personal enslavement into cheap cocktail party gossip. I opened my mouth, a sharp denial burning on my tongue, ready to tear down the entire facade right then and there. Before a single syllable could esca

********** Sophie felt delighted by the attention she's getting at the moment and she wishes Sandra could see it, see how she easily could take the limelight away from her in her own party. People in High Society are very social. They realize there's a way to push their agendas by meeting new "birds of a feather", and want to connect with people, or attend events to do so. Perhaps, they're on board with a charity organization that they want to try to get a very important person on board as a sponsor of their charity to raise funds.

Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw were the digital zeros in our bank portal and Chelley’s smug, triumphant face. How she's in a happy marriage with the conglomerate Cassian Moretti! It's suffocating enough that the entire estate is talking about their active sexual life, their loud sexcapades at the maze, gazebo, and public display of affections… it was choking me, and here I am drowning in debt with damned Alec? Gods where have I gone wrong? We were the Kensingtons; we were supposed to be untouchable. Now, we were the estate headline in the making—and not the kind I liked.,,, we are already becoming the estate’s gossip, if not for the designers and material things covering us, we would