Mimi And Nikko Scandal In Atlanta Romane & Geschichten

“The truth of the matter is that the victim, Duncan, actually insulted… no, insult is a nice word. He degraded my wife and when I could take it no more, I found myself becoming violent.” “What exactly did he say regarding your wife?” Kerry asked again. “Those details are private…” I replied. “Look here, ladies and gentlemen!” Annie exclaimed, getting the attention of the reporters. “My name is Annie Richmond and up until a scandal that involved me and my darling husband, I was at Duck entertainment. I would say I had a sort of relationship with Duncan.” “How does that relate to the assault?” A nameless reporter asked.

she said to the priest. “Oh! Uh, well-” he shot an alarmed look at Livia before returning his attention back to Niki. “On what grounds?” “Well,” started Niki. “Blackmail, for one,” she said. A gasp radiated throughout the crowd. “Laundering, for another.” With every accusation, Niki took a step closer and this sent Livia over the rails. “Niki!” Livia said with a sharp lilt in her voice. “What on earth are you talking about?”

My dick slapped wetly against my stomach, glistening, throbbing, denied. Jake yelped, scrambling back on his ass, lips swollen and red, chin dripping. “Nico—” I started, voice dangerous. “Think, Milo. Fucking think.” Nico’s jaw was clenched so tight I could see the muscle jump. “You just blew Nate’s brains across a warehouse floor. His crew’s scattered but not dead. Word’s already spreading. Cops might be the least of our problems. And you’re in here balls-deep in this piece of ass like nothing happened?”

"Excuse me, is Michelle Ailes here?" I stepped forward. "That's me." The lead officer showed his badge. " We received your report and have come to understand the situation." I pointed to Elizabeth and Nicky. "These two deliberately damaged lab equipment worth over ten million dollars, falsified surveillance footage, and spread false rumors online, seriously harming my reputation." Nicky froze. "Michelle… you called the police? You're joking, right?" I looked at him coolly. "Nicky, do I look like I'm joking?"

The Great Reversal Racing fans across the city woke up to a digital earthquake on Thursday morning. The "goddesses" of the track had fallen. On their official social media pages, both Sienna and Sara Jay had posted massive, humiliating apology statements and self-reflection letters. While the specific wording differed slightly, the content was a total surrender. Looking back at the storm surrounding Chloe Bishop’s alleged infidelity, the "face-slapping" was now absolute: Winnie was behind bars.

It was a call from her manager, Laura. She frantically mumbled, "I'm dead meat." Millie finally sat up in bed. What was wrong? She checked Rachel's phone and gasped when she saw the headline. "A-List Actress and CEO in Hot New Scandal! Spotted Heading Back to Her Place and Hung Out All Night!" Rachel sat on the bed with a vacant look. "Mills, what did I do last night?" Millie also wanted an answer to that question. It seemed that the media had it. They captured photos of Rachel and Jake passionately making out at the restroom entrance.

“I’ll always choose her. Even if you never choose me.” That Night at Monroe Penthouse... Elena sat in her study, watching the decrypted files play out on her monitor. Children strapped to gurneys. Machines wired into their heads. Medical charts with blacked-out names. She fought the bile rising in her throat. She had underestimated the danger. Grayson hadn’t lied. A knock at the door startled her. She turned. Nico entered, tense. “We’ve got movement on Krane’s end. He’s staging a press attack. Anonymous leaks about your past.”

" The last thought settled heavier than the others. If Serena had access to those rooms, if she had moved through the penthouse freely, then she had proximity not just to Nathaniel but to Evie. To her. Her heartbeat accelerated, not from jealousy, but from clarity. This was not a scandal, this was bait. “You can go,” Alessa told Mireya softly. Mireya hesitated. “Ma’am...” “I will handle it.” When the door closed, Alessa remained still for a full thirty seconds. Then she reached for her phone, then dialed Riley's number. ~~~ Across town, Eleanor sat in her private sitting room. She watched the same images circulate across news panels and commentary feeds. Analysts speculated about moral condu

The news from ATL Empire was indeed shocking. They not only replaced Nick, but several other key positions were shuffled as well. Just then, Celine suddenly made Atlas's condition public and even released a photo of him in a coma. Reality was harsher than I expected. As soon as I received the news, I called Nick. His demeanor remained calm and gentle, not avoiding the truth. "Mr. Nick, I'm sorry. Is this my fault?" I sincerely apologize to Nick. I felt a heavy weight in my heart.

I curled myself into the armchair and Nikolai sat in the middle of the couch, jaw rigid, staring at his phone like anything was interesting on it. No one mentioned the night before. No one apologized. No one admitted they couldn’t sleep. I turned on the TV for noise since the silence was too awkward. That was my mistake. The news anchor’s voice was calm, almost smug as he spoke. “–breaking news this morning. Vittorio Moretti has just concluded an emergency press conference regarding his son, Rafael Moretti, following recent scandals.” My stomach dropped. Rafael stopped moving. Even Nikolai looked up from his phone.