Novel & Cerita Klance Dirty Laundry

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.

The fall of the House of Van Doren was not a quiet affair. It was a spectacular, public disintegration that gripped the city for months. After the night at the pier, the threads of their empire unraveled with terrifying speed. Investigations revealed a rotting core of corruption: the bribing of Detective Cliffer, the systematic tampering with evidence, and finally, Jessica’s harrowing, recorded confession regarding the cold-blooded murder of Gracious Auckan.

Just like tonight, she sneaked in through my window to drag me out to a club, but now she is currently passed out on the floor drunk, and I'm suffering the consequences of getting our asses home. I came from a well-respected family that holds a huge title in the small town we live in. My father's wealth has been unmatched for a long time. It runs in our generation. A mining company. The donations he gives out have added more to his fame, and now I can't step out without people recognizing me. Mira knows fully well what's going to be on the headlines if I'm caught. The daughter of a wealthy man was sighted in a club. They won't listen even if you tell them it's just dancing and drinking. Rumo

He had dirty blonde hair that faded into brown and grey eyes. He was putting on a blue dress shirt, and just like mine, the first few buttons were undone, showcasing his toned chest. He must work out a lot. He probably wouldn't have been so bad if he didn't lust after minors. "We all had plans to come to this club after school," I continued explaining, hoping to catch his interest with my fake story. "But when it was time, they suddenly had one thing or the other to do. I didn't even get to change into the pretty dress I brought with me."

Quavon was about to die of anger. “Clayton, who taught you to talk to me like that? Also, you better shut up about all that nonsense!” Clayton shrugged, looking unruly and uninhibited. He did not care at all. He thought that those scandals were too dirty to even listen to. “That’s why you’d better stay away from me. Don’t even try to target me. Oh, that goes for Nicole too. Otherwise, I’ll leak this to the biggest media in the world. They should be very interested.”

BREAKING NEWS: HARRY DECLAN’S SECRET BLACKMAIL DEAL REVEALED ANONYMOUS LEAK CONFIRMS ELIZA WREN WAS FORCED OUT DECLAN ENTERPRISES FACES CORPORATE ETHICS INVESTIGATION I froze. Harry saw the look on my face before I even spoke. “What happened?” I turned the screen toward him. His jaw tightened. Eyes darkened. “Cassandra.” “She leaked it?” I asked. “She’s the only one who had access.” He snatched his phone, scrolling furiously. I could already see it—articles spreading like wildfire, pundits dissecting every detail, blogs and business pages calling him a fraud, a predator in a suit.

Lee defended me, still holding my hand. "Okay, let’s say cheating on Jade with his dad was her job as she slept with a man for money, but what about cheating on Clinton with his nephew while eating Clinton’s money? This girl is a dirty prostitute; before we know it, she will be sleeping with Uncle while still with Lee. She’s like a snake.” “Lucy enough! I won’t let you humiliate my girlfriend in my presence like that.” Lee raised his voice while Mrs. Williams now looked at me with disgust.

Due to how dimly lit the room was, I couldn't tell that we weren’t alone. On the bed lay a face I recognized too well and must have gotten used to her hole by now: Noa Langley, the first daughter and heir of the Tiffany & Co. jewelry corporation. She was part of our clique and more like a female Knox to me because their corporation rose under my mercy. While on the other side, with boobs that challenged gravity, was Khloe Lancaster, the daughter of Alfred Lancaster, the biggest lawyer and state’s attorney. I had been stalking her I*******m since I heard she returned to the States from Korea after completing her studies.