Lyka Scandal Novels & Stories

Priscilla agreed, her anger rising. Grace continued, "When the scandal broke and people started having reactions to the cosmetics, they panicked and framed Mitchell to cover their tracks and take down Prissy!" Priscilla's nails dug into her palms. "They're vile!" Lily, caught up in the drama, exclaimed, "This is huge! If I can expose this, I could get my job back!" Grace seized Lily's hand, her voice pleading. "We need your help, Lily. You have to investigate this for us."

“I realize that if I don’t fix this… she grows up believing a lie. That night, Lyla’s assistant stormed into her office, breathless. “Someone leaked the footage.” “What footage?” Lyla snapped. “The café confrontation. It’s gone viral. It’s… everywhere.” Lyla’s phone buzzed. Hundreds of messages. News pings. Headlines. “Woman Believed To Be Dead Confronts Politician’s Ex-Wife: Custody Battle or Revenge?” And then—another message. A video file. She opened it. It was her voice. The secret recording Becky had left behind. “I’m not losing this. Not again. Not to her.”

Stokes was powerful, and he wouldn’t go down without a fight. Over the next few days, the fallout from the article was swift. The authorities launched a formal investigation into Stokes’s financial dealings, freezing his assets and subpoenaing records from his business ventures. Lydia and Cassia, already facing legal battles of their own, were dragged further into the scandal, their names tarnished even more by their connection to Stokes. But Stokes didn’t stay silent. Elara received another message, this one more direct: You’re playing with fire, Elara. You have no idea who you’re up against.

An impatient, raspy male voice could be heard. Lydia spoke abruptly, "Money is not a problem," her voice loud and trembling with rage. "What is your desired amount? Five times? No, ten times. Set your own pricing. I'll transfer the deposit immediately once you finish it." She didn't think there was anything that money couldn't purchase. What if Haley had a client? What if Kieran had feelings for her? Would anyone still want a woman who was irreparably damaged if Lydia could ruin her entirely and drown her in scandal?

She stuttered. “Not show up? Why not?” Director Miller asked with a confused expression on his face. “I mean.. after the.. news this morning,” Lydia said and stared down at the desk not daring to meet his gaze. “News? What news?.” Director Miller asked curiously making Lydia look up at him in shock. No wonder he was shameless enough to show up here! “You had no idea? You are all over the news. Videos and Images from your scandal have been leaked and it’s all over the internet as we speak.”

Kayla looked up at the scorching sun, its blinding shine leaving her narrowing her eyes. She raised her hand to shield her eyes and breathed a long sigh of unspeakable sorrow. "You brought this upon yourself, Adam," she murmured. "It's not my fault." Lydia had kept Irene's scandal a secret as she promised, until they unexpectedly had that fight over Kayla. When Lydia mentioned it over the phone, Kayla just happened to be standing outside the room and heard everything. Afterward, Kayla pressed Lydia repeatedly, until she got exasperated and finally spilled the beans.

"I'm sorry you and Theo had to deal with all this over the past few days." Jacklyn hugged him back, a relieved smile spreading across her face. "Everything's fine now." It didn't take long for Bianca's scandal to explode across the headlines. "Robertson Wannabe Bride Caught in Hotel Scandal With Boyfriend!" Each headline that followed was worse than the one before, piling disgrace upon disgrace. Lara kept refreshing her phone, gripping it so hard her knuckles turned white. The words on the screen burned her eyes, and the pounding in her temples only got worse.

Emails marked urgent from the PR department. And then— her heart dropped. A link. Circulated everywhere. Title bold and venomous: “Ethan Group’s New Star Involved in Scandal — Leaked Footage Raises Questions.” Her fingers trembled only slightly as she tapped it. The video loaded. Alyssa watched herself—at least, a version of her—laughing in a dim office room with a man whose face was obscured. The footage was grainy enough to disguise manipulation, but clear enough to ignite speculation. The implication was unmistakable: misconduct, unprofessionalism, secret dealings.

“I ‘vent been manipulating anyone.” There was a subtle shift in the room. The energy had gone from confrontational to something darker, like the storm had passed, but the aftermath still lingered. Her words were honest, but her pain was visible. It leaked through her stance. Every word felt like a raw, aching truth that she couldn’t run from. The reporter sensing vulnerability pushed again. “And what about the affair? You’re not concerned that this scandal will jeopardise your future with Xavier Anderson?” I could feel my jaw clenching. I wanted to rip the reporters tongue out. The insinuation that Skyla was somehow tangled in this mess of lies and deceit made my blood run cold.

My fingers flex at my sides, twisting the hem of my dress. Damien doesn’t flinch. His gaze is calm, intense, like he’s reading my mind even as I try to hide it. “I’m not asking for an answer now,” he says evenly. “I want you to think about what’s at stake. For her. What you stand to gain, Leina Ashford.” The shock I feel must show on my face, because he chuckles. “It's all over the news. New York Times aired it for a week. Every soul in New York has seen the video and knows the scandal.”