Magkapatid Scandal Novels & Stories

“No. I’m talking about someone else’s. I don’t know what’s going on today, but there are suddenly a lot of scandals within the industry,” Cayden replied. Sydney was stunned. “Scandals?” “Yes. President Wilson from the Hallmark Corporation has an illegitimate son with his lover. President Lawrence from the Toppen Corporation was detained for tax evasion, and President Corlton from the Cannes Corporation was found to be abusive toward his wife and children. The scandals of these big bosses from large corporations are all over the Internet, and it has become a mess,” Cayden said in a mocking tone.

"CEO Ren, you intentionally involved me in this scandal, didn't you? After ruining my life and heart, you're still unsatisfied and want to destroy my career?" "Maya, you're still the same as before. Clearly, you're the one who created the scandal. Who told you to hide your marital status and your son?" A cold smile played on the man's lips. Maya, who had been calm before, started to get provoked. "My son? You clearly know who the mother of that little boy is. Do you want me to acknowledge a child from your dirty affair with that wretched woman?" "Where is the kid's mother? She would be furious if she saw her child calling me his mother and involved with you."

People she once called friends were reposting the scandal with captions like ‘Never expected this from her. Her hand shook as she turned the phone off completely. She wanted to disappear. Across the city, in a glass-walled penthouse overlooking the Thames, Roy Sinclair nursed a cup of black coffee, scrolling through his phone with a grim expression. “Mate, you’re trending everywhere,” his friend Aaron said from the couch, smirking. “Not the kind of PR you like, huh? ‘Mystery Billionaire Spends Night with Bride-to-Be.’ Classic.” Roy shot him a sharp glare. “It’s not funny.”

But inside, something was twisting, turning, folding in on itself. The television was on low in the background. I wasn’t listening. Not until I heard my name. “—Walter Blackwood and Kaia Whitmore—under scrutiny in what could be one of the most high-profile financial scandals of the last decade. The leak—now verified by two independent sources—connects both parties to illegal offshore wire transfers, labor violations, and the misappropriation of charitable funds…” The mug in my hand slipped and shattered against the marble floor. I didn’t even flinch.

During the engagement banquet, Leslie's mother had proudly bragged to relatives more than once that once Leslie married me, he would inherit my family's company and rise above everyone else. Naturally, that stirred jealousy among the relatives. And after secretly overhearing me chatting with friends about going to a beauty salon after the banquet, Felicia deliberately pulled everyone together for a group photo and began planning the entire scheme from there. According to her confession, the luxury skincare set worth over sixty thousand dollars that she took from the salon was never meant for her daughter at all. The moment she walked out of the salon, she had already found a buyer and resold

The applause was thunderous, and for the first time in weeks, Sophia felt a sense of triumph. --- A Sudden Blow But the victory was short-lived. As Sophia and Lucas mingled with the attendees, Chris approached with a grim expression. “We have a problem,” he said, handing them a tablet. The screen displayed a breaking news headline: “Scandal at Muller Corp: Sean Muller’s Shady Deals Resurface.” Sophia’s heart sank as she read the article. It detailed a questionable business deal her father had made years ago, twisting the facts to imply that Sophia had benefited from it.

That got his attention. By the next morning few the next morning the world was burning. Notifications flooded my phone. Articles. Headlines. Videos. Comments. “CEO’s Scandal Returns Affair with Father and Son Resurfaces” “New Way Group in Crisis as Leader’s Controversial Past Goes Viral” “From Boardroom to Bedroom: The Truth About Benedykta Rebel” I leaned back in my chair, scrolling through it all. Every word. Every insult. Every judgment. Ugly names.

On the way back to their table, he heard her name again. "Oh you remember Maggie Reynolds. It was a whole big scandal, maybe ten or twelve years ago. She turned up pregnant and wouldn't ever name the daddy." Porter stopped where he was, hands tightening until the cups began to groan from the pressure. "Well, that sounds all kinds of shady. Why wouldn't she say unless she was involved with somebody she shouldn't have been?"

Gian paused and leaned slightly closer until his voice reached her ear. “You’ll regret it.” A long silence followed. Kirana said nothing. Her gaze shifted toward the window, as if she were calculating her next move. Rafi tried to break the tension. “Sir, maybe we should—” A sharp knock on the door cut him off. A PR staff member rushed inside, his face pale. “Mr. Gian... you need to see this.” He held up his phone, the screen displaying a breaking news notification. The headline was clear: “Makassar Scandal: Personal Assistant of Mahesa Group Boss Claims to Be a Victim”

My anonymous 80-year-old concerned neighbor, Brian Beckett, asked, seeing me giggling as I hated the hate comments in Miles’s post. “Of course I am, the roaches are burning,” I say, amused. It was only a matter of time before his office scandals were exposed and he was retrenched. “So now, what do we do?” “We enjoy each other and wait until this calms down and releases another bomb.”