Klance Dirty Laundry Novels & Stories

Now it feels like guilt. Still, I don’t delete it. I lower the volume, set the phone down, and turn back to my laptop. There’s one more file to push. The evidence sits in a folder labeled neatly: “E.C. – Estate + Fund.” It’s not flashy. Just numbers. Transactions. Dates. But anyone who knows how to read them will see the story: Elena Cross has been laundering money through land deals. And not just any money—dirty money that once belonged to her husband. That man’s grave is cold, but his sins still smell like fresh blood.

“No. I invited you because I prefer honesty before demolition.” The words hit the unfinished walls and seemed to hang there. Behind us, outside, thunder rolled low across the dark. Dante said nothing. Lucas took another step. “Your leak is internal,” he said calmly. “Not one person. Three. One bought. One blackmailed. One ideologically loyal to anyone who promises the system deserves to burn.” Reynolds had told us to expect lies. A mix of truth and poison. I held still. “Names,” Dante said.

Elion said. Kieran turned from the coffee machine. His eyes narrowed. He looked from Elion to Cale, scanning them for clues. "A good night?" Kieran drawled. "Do tell. Did you guys finally break the 'No Touching' clause in your contract?" "We did laundry," Cale said flatly. "Laundry," Kieran scoffed. "Right. Is that what the kids are calling it these days? 'Spin cycle'?" "It was literal laundry, Kieran," Elion said, taking a bite of the apple. "Detergent. Fabric softener. Folding."

“Been in this business long enough to spot talent. You walk in a room and people notice. That messy realness? It sells.” I sank down on the edge of the bed, legs tired from all the pacing and pushing. My mind raced, long thoughts tumbling over each other. How I hated feeling small when Kai got in my face, how Jade’s disgust cut deeper than his yelling, how Mom’s choices kept us all stuck in that tiny apartment with the humming fridge and the constant drama. Daniel made me feel seen for five minutes, his breath hot on my neck, hands sliding under clothes like he couldn’t get enough. And now this. P**n. Money. But at what cost? I laughed again, short and sarcastic. “Great. Kidnapped by a p**n

Diane urged. “Great night,” I said, leaning in close so no one could hear me. “I had sex with Ryan’s parents, both of them.” Her eyes went wide. “Both?” She gasped. “As in the mom and the dad?” I nodded, pulling up the encrypted folder on my phone and tilting the screen so only she could see a few carefully chosen seconds, just enough to show Elena’s face between my thighs and Mark’s cock disappearing into me from behind. “Penelope!” She loudly gasped. “Holy fucking what the—I don’t even know the right words.” She shook her head. “I’m both proud and mortified by this.”

"She’s not the girl who ran four years ago, Zane. Let her hunt." Kian sat in the back passenger seat, a sleek, silenced submachine gun resting across his lap. He was inserting a fresh magazine, the metallic clack echoing sharply in the confined space. "Damian Vance didn't just target Lydia," Kian said, his dark eyes flashing with a cold, ancient fury as he looked at me. "The hotel scandal. The photos leaked to the board. The fake report that froze our assets and ran us out of the country. It wasn't just Julian's small-time greed. It was Vance's money that funded the entire setup."

Probably trying to make him kiss her in his heavily tinted fucking office. A few seconds from now, I know the elevator will open and I don't need to feel like I'm going to burst because of this hag beside me. Still bitter about losing her job without acknowledging the fact that it's totally her fault. When the elevator opens, I quickly stepped out but statued to where I'm standing when I heard my name hollered by Yvette. "I know his dirty little secret! And I'm getting that goddamn job back." What? What does she mean by that? His dirty little secret?

As the only successor of the Brown family's business, even in its decline, this wasn't a huge ask. “And how do I know you won't disappear after doing your dirty work?" “Easy. One million now. The rest after she's in custody," Layla said as she stood up shakily, her body wracked with coughs. The lean man flinched and instinctively shielded his face, as though she carried some plague. His obvious disgust made Layla’s blood boil. She coughed harder, rage bubbling just beneath her skin. Who did this lowlife think he was to look down on her? She wanted to tear him apart, but instead, she held back and wired him the first million.

“Leave her out of it.” Vance smirked. “Still love her, huh?” Clark looked away, silent. Vance leaned forward. “Listen, kid. Men like David don’t fall easily. You need something big. Something ugly.” Clark’s fists clenched. “I just want people to see him as a fraud,” he said. “Someone who cheats. Someone who lies.” Vance nodded slowly. “That can be arranged.” --- Clark swallowed. “How much will it cost?” Vance named a number. Clark’s eyes widened. “That much?”

“God, why does a high-end hotel like this reek of trash? I’ll need to file a complaint.” “Lysia Kingsley, stop acting so high and mighty. After all, you’ve already lost miserably, all your resistance is pitifully weak.” Camilla growled and stomped her foot on the ground in anger. “Cleaning up garbage for me and you think you’ve struck gold?” Lysia laughed sarcastically and clapped her hands, “Amazing. A third-wheel whore coupling with a backstabbing scumbag. Congratulations! Hold on to each other tightly for life so the rest of the world won’t have to suffer.”