Romans & histoires Negros Scandal

"Yes. Everything. Right now." Nero already had his laptop open. It took him four minutes. Nero looked up from the screen. "It is out, boss." Within an hour, Paris broke out in chaos. The story spread across news outlets. Gustavo's face was plastered on screens and phones and newspaper websites alongside the name of the prime minister's daughter and the date of her death and the evidence connecting the two. Beside it was Lena Gonzales and her company. The financial records showed government contracts awarded through falsified documentation, money moved through shell companies that had been made to look like charity organizations.

The scandal refused to die. Headlines screamed of betrayal, money lost, and alliances shattered. Analysts called it a business tragedy; tabloids called it love gone wrong. But Gale… Gale didn’t flinch. He sat on the couch of his penthouse, the morning sunlight slanting through the blinds, his tie still undone. The TV was on mute, yet the anchors’ lips moved fast, his name, Margaret’s, and “affair” plastered in every headline.

The news cycle didn’t explode. It detonated. By morning, every financial network was running the same headline: ANDERSON SCANDAL REOPENED — NEW EVIDENCE SURFACES Elizabeth stood in Lewis’s penthouse kitchen, phone in hand, watching commentators dissect a decade-old case like it had happened yesterday. “Federal sources confirm sealed documents were leaked anonymously late last night…” Her stomach tightened. Lewis stepped out of his office, already dressed for battle. Gray suit. Dark tie. Expression carved from stone.

"You show up there now, in the middle of a live broadcast, and you’re the villain entering stage left. You'll prove everything she’s saying just by looking angry." "I don't give a shit how I look! She's accusing Sierra of a crime. She’s nuking the merger. Drive!" Nigel floored it, the tires screaming against the epoxy floor. He swerved into traffic, ignoring a red light and cutting off a delivery truck. I pulled the tablet back out, watching the numbers climb. Fifty thousand. Sixty. The clip was already being ripped and posted to every major news outlet. The Zimmerman Scandal. The Betrayed Bride.

The man towering over me looks disheveled—expensive suit wrinkled and stained, dark circles under bloodshot eyes, uneven stubble, breath reeking of cheap vodka. I recognize him immediately. A high-profile Italian businessman I had seduced and extracted corporate secrets from six months ago on my father’s orders. A man whose entire legacy was dismantled by the Benningtons within a week of my departure. He smiles—ugly and unhinged—as he pins my wrists against the wall above my head. “It’s you,” he screams, his voice echoing off the garage walls. “You’re the reason I lost everything! The Bennington princess! I’m going to tear that pretty face right off your skull!”

It was an ugly narrative, the kind that caught fire because it played into what people wanted to believe about powerful men and the corruption of wealth. They called it The Mason’s Scandal, plastering our faces everywhere. Natasha’s parents had taken their accusations public, sitting in interviews and acting the role of grieving parents defending a falsely accused daughter. Every word they said was chosen carefully, painting me as a cruel man who had turned their daughters against each other for control and greed. Watching them sit in those chairs, lying so convincingly, made my stomach turn. They had always been ambitious, but I had never thought they could go this far.

"Turn that shit off. Now!" Cane’s voice cracked like a whip across the penthouse living room. He didn't look at the screen. He stared at the floor, his jaw working so hard a vein throbbed in his temple. On the seventy inch display, a news anchor’s mouth moved in a silent, frantic loop. The headline crawled across the bottom in aggressive red text: THE PREDATOR’S DEBT: SAINTLY IGNATIUS THORNE LINKED TO MEDICAL FRAUD SCANDAL.

In it, Kelvin and Natasha confessed to their crimes, their voices dripping with guilt. As the recording echoed through the room, Kelvin and Natasha's faces turned crimson with embarrassment and rage. Nelson couldn't help but smirk at their discomfort, knowing that the tables had turned. "And there you have it," Nelson declared triumphantly. "The true perpetrators of deceit and betrayal. Who's underestimating who now?" The media captured every moment, their cameras flashing as they immortalized Kelvin and Natasha's humiliation for the world to see.

She quickly sneaked out with a smile on her face, “Watch me get rid of you. Incompetent fool, she chuckled and walked out. Nelly had already planned how to seduce Nicklaus. Just when the coffee was served and the meshed potatoes, the investors started choking and kept the food on the table. Nicklaus couldn’t eat the meal because of the excess sugar and salt. “What's going on? Don't you like the meal?” My stone asked in a worried tone. He quickly has a taste of the meal, and his facial expression changes. He called Elena in an angry tone. Nelly rushed out to the meeting room to witness the scandal with her eyes when Elena walked in. Elena and Nicklaus, eyes met, and, for a moment, they stood

However, to others, it was like a death sentence to their ears. “Ms. Torres, I recall your father’s company has been involved in tax evasion. And Ms. Presley, rumors say your brother’s drowning in debt because of his gambling habits. And you, Mister Fitz, how’s your pregnant side chick faring these days?” One by one, Nina singled out individuals and exposed their hidden scandals. The atmosphere shifted from confusion to sheer panic as her words hit home. Their eyes widened in shock as their private secrets were laid bare for all to hear.