Novel & Cerita My Front Page Story

The piece ran Saturday morning, twenty-four hours before Harlow's story was scheduled. It was called: The Carter Story No One Told First. By Saturday afternoon it had more engagement than anything the Finance Chronicle had published in two years. Not because it was scandal but because it was true in a way that people could feel through the screen. The comments were not all kind, they never are, but the majority were. Harlow's piece ran Monday as planned. It landed like a stone in a river that had already moved on. I sat at the kitchen table Monday morning with my coffee and read both pieces side by side. Then I closed my laptop.

Sydney looked pale, hunched over her laptop, no clever words left in her. I stood in the foyer, phone in my hand, feeling the ground finally start to tilt the right way. David texted me: Front page everywhere. You flipped it. I typed back: Good. Now let them come for me. I’m ready.

He answered almost immediately. “Shouldn’t you be asleep by now?” I teased. He laughed. “With everything going on? Sleep’s the last thing on my mind. You’re the one who should be resting. How are you holding up?” I chuckled softly. “It’ll be fine. That’s why I need your paper to run the story—first thing tomorrow, front page, every magazine.” My voice carried no trace of humor this time. “Understood,” he said. Once I gave him the details of what to publish, I ended the call and turned back to Aina.

Well sort of. “And you happened to make the front page on your first day here.” She adds, glancing at her laptop, avoiding my stare. “But better not to look at the text and the comments, it won’t do you any good.” Too late for that, I was half way through the so-called Friday News Alert story and boy they did not spare the effort in mudslinging me. It should have devastated me more, but I’m actually not moved. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Oliver POV:

“But whoever did wants a story. And they’re getting one.” I hesitated. “What happens now?” He looked at me then, really looked, and I forgot how to breathe. “Now,” he said slowly, “we control the story before it controls us.” The next few hours were chaos. HR meetings, PR calls, lawyers trying to fix what couldn’t be undone. Every minute that passed, another version of the story popped up online. The picture was edited, zoomed in, exaggerated with fake captions. And through it all, Alexander never looked away from me.

They felt like freedom. When Roman came home, I was still typing. He leaned against the doorway, watching me with that soft, curious smile of his. “What’s got you so focused?” he asked, walking closer. I looked up, blinking away the haze. “I’m writing something.” “Another blog post?” I hesitated before shaking my head. “Something bigger. I think… I think it’s time I tell my story.” He raised an eyebrow. “Your story?” I nodded, exhaling slowly. “Everything. From the beginning. Before you. With you. All of it.”

“What’s going on?” “I didn’t know either,” my assistant Ali whispered. “I’m sorry, sir.” “It’s not your fault,” I assured her that her job was safe. My father’s assistant, Vanessa Dylan, placed today’s newspaper issue before me. “That’s why we’re here early,” my father said firmly, staring right into my eyes. I didn’t have to check to know that my face was on the front page and all over the internet again, like I’d been for the last two months.

So today I am not going to be talking about my life because I believe there are a lot of things everyone of you that is reading this journal has learnt about me. Instead, I want to tell the story of a guy named Jack. He was the senior prefect in my former school in Port-Harcourt. In this story, I am going to be the sole narrator and whatever I say is authentic and not falsified. I would like you to pay attention to this wonderful tale of Jack. I am aware that it may not be any of the things that have happened to me but this story is important. Jack's story is important because I am a part of it. I am part of it in a very little way that you may not be able to notice but I am.

Dear readers, •The story 'CEO in Public/ My Daddy in Private' isn't released yet and will be released on the 1st of March, 2021. I'm sorry, for keeping y'all waiting, I've been working on my other stories that were due to finish before I even came up with this story. Although the story isn't officially published yet, readers continued to check it out and I'm so grateful for that. •I don't know if y'all have seen my comment, but I've decided to change the entire storyline of my story because I was inspired and decided to change the storyline.