Lyka Scandal Novels & Stories

The huge house fell silent again. I reached for my phone. Dozens of notifications instantly filled the screen. My name was everywhere. I opened a new video trending online. Lyla Emerson Surrounded by Paparazzi After Kidnapping Scandal I immediately tapped on it. On the screen, Lyla was walking quickly while paparazzi and camera flashes crowded around her. “Lyla! Did you know your manager kidnapped Angela?” “Is it true he did it because he was jealous of your relationship with Aaron?” “What exactly is your relationship with him?”

Rina left with a smile on her lips, but what she didn't know was that Lyka wasn't happy with her actions. That night, while taking a stroll in the garden, Lyka couldn't help but think about her awkward situation in the Andeza household. If Nigel was the one she's going to marry, she would probably just ignore her conscience's call. She sighed, and touched her womb that was actually empty. She thought that the day would come when their deception would be exposed, so why not confess now, since she wasn't happy anyway. She pulled out her cellphone and dialed the number saved in her phonebook that she had never called before because she didn't have the courage.

Blake’s pov The scandal was everywhere. Every pack news channel and gossip outlet were all running the same story. Photos of me and Lydia, including speculation about Elena's disappearance. Someone had leaked everything and I knew exactly who. I found Lydia in my living room, examining her nails like she didn't have a care in the world. She looked up when I walked in. "Blake, I heard about the news coverage." She shook her head sadly. "It's terrible. Who would do something like this?"

I told them I had never even held a man's hand, let alone done something like that. But no one believed me. I reported it to the police, but my faculty advisor got involved and shut it down. He called me into his office and sat me down, his tone calm but patronizing. "Yvette, the truth doesn't matter right now. What matters is the damage this has done to the college's reputation. We can't have this kind of scandal attached to us. The administration is preparing to expel you." I was devastated. I pleaded with him, insisting the girl in the video wasn't me.

She suddenly noticed the mess on the floor was a broken urn, and, disgusted, shook her shoe, then turned and looked at us, frowning. Only then did Lester, stammering, recount what had happened. After listening, Rosalie patted Lester's shoulder in a calming gesture. She then said to me, "Lester went too far this time. I won't make you pay back the eight million dollars. Consider it my compensation to you. But if you dare gossip to others, I won't hold back." With that, she took Lester's hand, intending to leave. I stopped them. "Aren't you going to ask who passed away?"

“You did this. You leaked those photos. You think because you’ve got some billionaire on a leash now, you’ve won?” Amara didn’t raise her voice. She didn't need to. She was a quiet, deadly force now. “I didn’t do anything,” she said calmly, her gaze fixed on the endless sky. “The truth did.” “You think this is over?” Lila hissed, her voice rising in a frantic crescendo. “My career isn’t ending because of you. I’m the one with talent. I’m the one with roles. You’re just a scandal with a rich husband who’ll dump you the second he gets bored.”

If you already know what the problem is, at least Crish can find an excuse. But it cannot be denied, Crish was very scared at that time. She's afraid that all her secrets will be revealed, it's not time for Olivia to find out who Keyla really is. Therefore Crish was very careful not to go the wrong way. “Here, I found this photo in your desk drawer. This photo was taken some time ago at a Disneyland. I don't know how you can take your time playing like this with a kid who doesn't even know where he came from. Keyla is not your biological sister, she is the daughter of a woman who has destroyed your family and she has no father until now, maybe she doesn't even know who her father is. How can

In the quiet of the small room, with the city’s sirens distant and the bond line to Aiden a faint, irritating thrum under everything, she made herself admit one thing she’d been dodging since the stylus snapped. The secret was out. Partial. Twisted. Weaponized. But out. The question wasn’t whether people would claim Luna. It was how many of them she would have to maim to keep those claims from sticking. She turned off the overhead light, leaving only the nightlight’s soft glow, and closed the door behind her. When she came back to the living room, Rhea had mercifully muted the TV and replaced the scandal loop with some mindless cooking show. Rhea looked up, clocked the tightness around Lyra’

‘Slap’ Harder. The second slap echoed louder than the first. Liana’s head snapped again. This time she didn’t turn back right away. She pressed her palm to her cheek, wincing. Under her breath, she muttered curses and ugly words. Words sisters weren’t supposed to say to each other. “Who told you all this, Liana?” Kayla demanded. Her voice shook with anger and something worse. Fear. “Who fed you these lies?” Liana finally looked up. She lifted her chin, defiant. Smug. “Who wouldn’t know, sis? Your news is everywhere. Trending. ‘Ryder Moreno’s mistress miscarries.’ ‘Hotel receipts leaked.’ ‘Call boy scandal.’ You’re internet famous now. Congratulations.”

I stared at the screen longer than I should have, reading the same lines over and over again like my mind was trying to catch up with what my eyes were seeing, and the more I read, the more one thing became clear. This wasn’t just gossip anymore. This was turning into something bigger. Something that couldn’t just be ignored or controlled with a few pictures and a fake story. Something real. I slowly lowered my phone, my thoughts moving faster than I could keep up with, and for the first time since all of this started, I felt something shift in a way I couldn’t ignore. This wasn’t just about a kiss anymore. It wasn’t even just about Ethan. And whatever this was turning into… I was already in