Katulong Scandal Novels & Stories

After going through numerous investigations and evidence gathering, the parliament officials involved in the scandal with Luca have finally been charged and sentenced appropriately. Not much different from his colleagues, Don Luca Guzman faced a similar fate, even more tragic. The Italian-blooded man was charged with serious crimes including drug trafficking, illegal firearms, money laundering, and several attempted murders. As a result, the Supreme Court rendered a verdict to sentence the middle-aged man to life imprisonment. No parole, appeal opportunities, or negotiations.

Morgan frowned, "What? Affair?" Butler Ron only felt a headache, but he still had to bite the bullet and say, "Yes, recently, all major entertainment news have rushed to report on this incident, and it has become more and more lively these days, and it is likely to make headlines." Morgan thought for a moment. "Where did the scandal come from?" "I heard... it was a photo." Morgan took a look at Butler Ron, then turned on the closed computer again, slid the mouse, and opened the webpage. As Butler Ron said, the relevant news had become a hot topic, and he could easily see the photo.

Nayeli was deeply grateful. Once Nayeli was gone, Tegan remained smiling faintly. She looked down at the morning paper, but her gaze froze after only a few glances. The headline was about Lorian’s scandal. Lorian was dressed in a formal black tuxedo at the Sanders Group's banquet. He was holding a glass of champagne and looking mature and handsome under the lights. A familiar and glamorous actress stood next to him. She was planting a kiss on him.

And the fact that she now had access to an unlimited supply of these made her a little giddy. She tucked her legs under her on the chaise, phone in hand, and opened the news app. The headline hit her like a thunderclap. WESTON CARTER AND CELESTE LANGLEY ARRESTED IN EMBEZZLEMENT SCANDAL Her thumb froze mid-scroll. She clicked the article. Photos. Weston being led into a police vehicle, looking pale and furious. Celeste in sunglasses, her jaw set tight. The charges were laid out in bold: financial fraud, misappropriation of company funds, falsified wire transfers. Multiple witnesses. Paper trails.

The moment Laura walked out of the meeting room, the tension that had been barely contained snapped back into place. No one wasted time pretending things weren’t falling apart—because they were. The scandal surrounding Taylor was growing worse by the minute, and they all knew it. A lot of things were at stake. Valmont Luxe, Anderson Corporation and PR Horizon. The situation needed to be controlled very quickly.

“Please, take a seat, Miss…” “Brooks,” I replied. “I’m sorry we haven’t contacted you sooner. We’ve been trying to control the situation,” he said, eyes flicking to his computer. “So… the job?” I asked cautiously. “Yes, secretary. Not editor,” he said. “You’ll need to sign this contract. Terms are non-negotiable, and you may hire a lawyer if you wish. It’s the safest way to navigate the scandal for both of us.” I frowned. “Contract?”

She immediately went online, hoping to understand what was going on. As soon as she logged on to social media, the first thing she saw took a breath out of her lungs. The headline stated, "Exposed! April Lontoc sleeps with the old minister for the South City Resort Project deal! Steals JL CEO designs for Resort Project!" As though the headline wasn't life damning enough, a video of her having sexual relations with the imprisoned minister was attached, alongside a video of the original copies of June's early designs which had been stolen and used to bag the deal.

The screen was lit up with dozens of notifications. I slipped out of the blanket, careful not to wake him, and walked over to the phone. I shouldn't have looked. I knew I shouldn't have looked. The lead headline on every news app was a grainy photo of us from the pier the day before. But it wasn't about the failed scandal. It was about the "private loans" I had tried to hide. "THE TAILOR'S SECRET: AMARA WOLFE’S FATHER LINKED TO UNDERGROUND LENDING RING. WAS THE MARRIAGE A MONEY-LAUNDERING SCHEME?"

They had waited until we won the Winter Classic, waited until our sponsorship hit forty-two million, and waited until our guard was completely down before attacking. They were not just trying to destroy my career anymore. They were holding a knife to the entire Kael family name. If these files hit the national sports news networks, the scandal would be the biggest explosion in the history of sports. Orion would be arrested for covering up the fraud. The team would be instantly broken up, the sponsorships would collapse, and I would be thrown into a jail cell before the sun went down. "Lucian?" Orion’s deep voice echoed from the doorway. He walked into the master bedroom, carrying a warm mug

#VossLaurentWedding trends number one. Photos from the gala last night are everywhere, of us glaring at each other, then the “romantic” kiss after signing. The internet is eating it up: enemies-to-lovers fairytale. Lila bursts in. “Sophia, the board is thrilled. Stock is up twelve percent. But… there’s something else.” She slides her tablet across my desk. It’s an old article from ten years ago, resurfaced: “Laurent Luxe Poison Scandal, Family Empire Crumbles.” Next to it, new speculation: “Is the Voss-Laurent Marriage a Cover for Past Sins?”