Klance Dirty Laundry Novels & Stories

Kingsley shook his head slowly. “Not normal ones.” My voice finally found its way out. “What kind?” Kingsley’s gaze shifted toward me. “The kind that could collapse an empire.” The words settled heavily in the air. Robert’s empire, the companies, the political connections. The money. “So Daniel was telling the truth,” I whispered. Kingsley nodded once. “He wasn’t just accusing Robert.” Brandson crossed his arms. “What did he find?” Kingsley’s expression grew darker. “Money laundering.”

Chance I was like a robot all through Tuesday. From the moment Raid picked me up till my last class, there was only one thing on my mind. Revenge. In bold letters. Even Selene knew not to talk to me. That's how invested I was. It's like Kimmie from Beauty in Black when she went crazy because her sister was taken. Mine was worse. I rarely get like this, but Mason and Avery needed to pay. Yes, you heard right, Avery is in my crosshairs now. That B word splashed me with water on my way back from work yesterday while she and her bad and boujee friends cackled like drugged hyenas. As if Mason messing with me wasn't enough.

She relaxed, letting sleep take over. . . (A few days later.) Serena took a sip from her tea, her gaze at the garden in front of them but she wasn't looking at the flowers. She was having tea with Mother Wilson and instead of her to feel relaxed, she's been more tense than usual. It's been days since she left Gerald's manson and it's been itching her to go back. She misses him so much. Unfortunately, Mother Wilson wasn't ready on releasing her yet. There's also the issues of the rumors, although Mother Wilson had very doing her best to stamp it out, she knows it wouldn't fade away to easily. It sucks so much. Her not being a noble makes everything worse as she's being labeled as a slut.

Szane I gritted my teeth as I cleaned myself in the shower room. That brute! I can’t believe Raylie dared to do this to me. Damn him! “Damn him to the fit of hell!” I exclaimed while under the rainshower. I could hear Lalie and Cathy were sobbing in the other cubicles. Raylie’s underlings had finally got tired of making fun of us and they left me. They even let us take our clothes but they were all ruined. And we smell like garbage. It felt like even how hard I cleaned myself, the smell of garbage was still in my skin.

Clark nodded his head with a smile “Hoho, of course I know. I even know that you are the former CEO of Xerena Corp who ran away and abandon her company, feeling disappointed by her ex-fiancé.” Clark's next words made the corners of Hana's lips almost lift. She should be annoyed with Clark's words, but she just wanted to laugh because she already knew a 'secret' about Clark. Hoho, looks like the information she got was very useful. That Clark was just a gentleman from the outside. But on the inside, he's a tough guy who likes to gossip. "So, isn't it too childish to leave the company your parents worked so hard to grow just because you feel disappointed with your ex-fiance?"

“Let’s have some wine to celebrate the good news.” I hesitate for a second, because I already know that clashes with something else. “I can’t.” “Why?” “I’ve got something.” “Something?” “A party.” She gives me a look. “You? At a party?” “Don’t start.” She laughs a little. “Whose party?” I hesitate just a second before saying it. “The team that kicked our ass.” She makes an immediate face, scrunching her nose. “Ugh, Lucas… that sounds awful.” I shrug.

Student names, printed in neat black letters. Hockey — Sebastian Vaughn. Of course. Of fucking course. I turned around and walked out. * * * The janitor's closet was the only place I could find that was empty. I locked the door behind me and leaned against a shelf of cleaning supplies. I slid down to the floor and put my head in my hands. I hadn't cried since yesterday, but I could feel it building. The lump in my throat was getting worse. I squeezed my eyes shut and a single tear started falling from my eyes.

Dallas I sat at the extreme end of the bus, my mind tangled in the aftermath of the incident. I arrived at work thirty minutes before my shift, steps slowing as I reached the back door. The bouncer offered a small smile. I returned it and slipped inside, heading straight for the staff changing room. Everything looked normal, but my hands still shook as I tied my apron strings. “Hey, love,” Lila cooed, dropping her bag on the counter. “Ready to make some moneyyy?” She drawled the words, dancing around as she peeled off her clothes and wriggled into her strip bodysuit. “I got the afternoon private section.”

Frowning, Grandpa Kensington, though not well-versed in the internet, saw that the intricacies of online conflicts were much like the backstabbing in business. He recalled that not long ago, his old friend—Clint, had mentioned his daughter, who apparently ran a public relations company. Judging from Clint's tone, that company must be quite reputable. With that thought in mind, Grandpa Kensington directly contacted Clint. Clint was somewhat surprised. "Lance, what do you need?" "Ah, well, I feel a bit ashamed to say this, but my company has encountered some issues..." Grandpa Kensington felt a bit embarrassed. Clint thought for a moment and seemed to recall hearing about it from his daughter.

Silent tears fell down her cheeks but she wiped them away. Maybe she was just being paranoid. Maybe it was seeing Roman in his environment, his real life, that had shaken her like this. She just needed to read that contact and figure it all out. After a shower. She felt sticky and disgusting, she had to at least shower and put some knickers on. In the back of her mind, she knew that was just a delaying tactic, but she didn’t care. She needed a moment. Once she slipped the dress off, she threw it in the laundry basket. Then something made her dig it out and throw it in the trash. It would always remind her of how Roman had made her feel when he’d got out of the car with his date.