Katulong Scandal Novels & Stories

"Following the revelation of yet another issue of Marcel Delatorre a month ago, new footage of him with different women is what he is dealing with at this moment. A series of suspicious images of him were posted yesterday during an event at which he was supposed to announce the opening of his new automobile company. The well-known CEO of a car manufacturer known as DLT Inc. is currently embroiled in yet another major controversy. As of this moment, neither DLT Inc. nor Mr. Marcel Delatorre has anything else to say about this matter. That wraps up the showbiz happenings for today. Now, back to you, Mike."

“I was literally standing there.” Elena closed her eyes briefly in surrender. Fair point. Eli tilted his head slightly while studying her expression. “Why are adults so weird about liking each other?” Elena laughed helplessly under her breath. “That is a very long story.” Inside the study, Lucian ended his call with Anton and leaned heavily against the desk afterward. The investigation was tightening again. Victor Hale’s financial movement had expanded overnight, revealing connections to two former executives involved in the original scandal years ago. And worse -

he hung his head in shame. I felt very disappointed in myself. I had loved this man for such a long time, made excuses for him because I thought he loved me, but he was nothing but an opportunist. “But there is an upside to all this,” he said, pulling out his phone, which was new; he probably bought it with the money he got from this scandal. He showed me his bank balance, which were a figure he could only dream of if this whole situation hadn’t happened. He looked very happy to show me this. “We made so much money we could wait for years before finding a job. "I had already paid Trisha’s father’s medical fees, so she would not bother us.

This is a legitimate business. Then two uniformed officers appeared. Handcuffs. Leo's face, crumbling. The camera followed as they led him out of his own building, past employees who stared in shock, into a waiting police cruiser. The screen cut to a news broadcast. The banner at the bottom: HALE ENTERPRISES CEO ARRESTED IN TAX FRAUD PROBE. Then a photo of me—an old one, from a charity gala, my hair different, my smile genuine—with the headline: MORETTI DIVORCÉE IMPLICATED IN EMBEZZLEMENT SCHEME.

"Are you alright?" "Not right now." "You're on the news," he said urgently. "And it's not good." A chill ran through me. "What news?" "Check your phone. Any site will do. T*****r. Anything at all. You need to see this immediately." My hands trembled as I pulled the phone away and opened a browser. The headline loaded instantly, bold and ruthless: "BILLIONAIRE DANTE MORETTI CAUGHT IN VIOLENT ALTERCATION — SCANDAL INVOLVING FAKE ENGAGEMENT AND LAND SCHEME EXPOSED."

The anchor was standing in front of the Federal Building. “This is a special report," the anchor said. “We have just received a massive document leak regarding the Sterling family. It appears that the recent scandal involving Thea Vane was a cover-up. We have evidence here, letters and bank records, that show Arthur and Sherry Sterling were involved in a massive fraud. Even more shocking, they planned to illegally hospitalize their daughter to keep her from talking." The room went completely silent. My mother’s mouth hung open. Serena dropped the tray of tea. The cups shattered on the floor, splashing brown liquid everywhere.

"Have you seen the news?" Elias's voice was sharp as he entered my office without knocking. I looked up from my laptop, confusion tightening my brow. "No, why?" He tossed a sleek tablet onto my desk; the screen already lit up with a breaking news headline: Victoria Lancaster: The True Mastermind Behind Westbrook Scandal? Beneath it was a grainy photo of me, taken during one of my rare outings, looking haggard and far from the poised image I once projected.

Every reporter in the room smelled desperate; they were absolutely desperate for answers, especially when it came to a scandal like this. One journalist even climbed onto a chair just to get a better angle for his lens. The meeting had finally gotten interesting. I wanted to see exactly how this would end, so I wasn't going to sit down, I stood right there to watch it all play out. In fact, all of us were still standing, including Cassandra, whose mouth was hanging wide open in shock. “Mr. Laurent!” “Did you have an affair with Marissa Caelthorne?” “Were the two of you working together to manipulate the shares?”

But beneath that perfect surface, a tempest roiled. He knew why they had summoned him. The scandal had spread like wildfire. The tabloids had discovered his affair with Bella Laurent, the assistant who had become his confidante, his muse, the woman who had quietly taken up residence in his heart. “Alexander,” began Monsieur Delacourt, chairman and guardian of the firm’s reputation, his tone smooth but razor-sharp, “we need to address this… situation.” He slid a glossy magazine across the table. The cover blazed with a headline: “The Ice King Melts: Alexander Moreau’s Secret Affair Exposed”. Beneath it, a photograph captured Alex and Bella leaving an art gallery, her hand brushing against his