Pamangkin Scandal Novels & Stories

He couldn't have anticipated that the person whose downfall he had tried to orchestrate using the entire entertainment industry in Pamore would have such strong and influential backing. The journalists present were left astonished. Wasn't this outright suppression? The entertainment industry in Pamore will surely become chaotic soon. Meanwhile, GEM Magazine, led by Zoey, promptly published a report revealing Grace's identity and the benevolent actions of the Calico. This sparked fervent discussions among netizens. "Goodness gracious! How many good deeds in past lives does it take to become the richest person's granddaughter? I'm so jealous …" "She's wealthy, kind-hearted, and, above all, so

Sharon lay sprawled on the floor. With her face as swollen as a balloon, she desperately tried to cover the screen. "Shut it off! Shut it off now! This is fake! It's all doctored!" she screamed hysterically. Unfortunately for her, no one believed her anymore. Police sirens could be heard right then, just in time. Before long, a few policemen strode onto the stage. "Which one of you is Sharon Deleon and Daniel Shaffer? You've been reported for theft, defamation, computer system sabotage, and bribery. You're coming with us."

Then Pam smiled humorlessly and added, “Dear mother, that’s grand theft. I hope you enjoy the next 20 years or so in Tehachapi.” Then Pam snapped her fingers and exclaimed, “Of course!” Then to Kim she said, “Weren’t you involved in a court case a week or so ago? You lost but you won is the way I read it.” Kim just nodded her head. “Wonderful!” Pam exclaimed. “And guess what, Mother? Your troubles have just begun. Maybe you haven’t been keeping up — I doubt if it’s appeared on the society pages yet — but that wonderful feminist foundation on whose board of directors you so proudly sit has been indicted for fraud, grand theft, and a host of other offenses. And they’ll probably go after the di

He insisted that he wasn't in the wrong, as the unloved one was the third party. A woman in the bed beside him finally couldn't stand it and threw her slipper at him. "Stop justifying yourself, you freeloading man!" A video clip of the incident made its rounds online. After seeing it, Lester's family quickly issued a public statement, declaring they'd cut all ties with him and wouldn't pay a penny of his debts. Rosalie tried to avoid the court proceedings, refusing to show up, and burying herself in endless work at the office.

Back in my room, I idly scrolled through videos on my phone—a pastime I'd grown fond of lately, having familiarized myself with most of the phone's functions. That's when I stumbled upon something infuriating: a promotional video for Megan's gambling parlor. The clip praised her diligence in running the business and managing it to great success. The comments beneath were brimming with admiration for her, even lauding the so-called "handsome boss." It was high time the world saw her for what she truly was. I compiled a public notice—a bold broadside filled with evidence of Megan's extramarital affairs. It exposed the so-called "handsome boss" for what he really was: a two-bit homewrecker.

“Just like someone said two days ago, Elaina’s death was not an accident. It was Jean Mitchell. She stole Elaina’s boyfriend and hired a group of men to assault her sexually—all that for a role in a movie. Elaina could not stand the humiliation and killed herself by jumping off a building.” The man cried in front of the camera. “I am sorry. I am a coward. I have a wife and children. I am just an unknown celebrity manager. Jean could make me disappear because she has the help of her backers. Back then, she seduced me and sent me naked photos and videos at night on multiple occasions as she asked me to keep quiet about what she had done. I deleted those indecent photos because I didn’t want my

“He’s having a stroke! Someone, help!” Camila slumped to the ground, staring blankly at her husband being rushed into emergency care, and at her daughter sitting pale and lifeless in the hospital room. The ladder they thought would lead them to the sky had turned out to be a guillotine leading straight to hell. I didn’t spare the Garcias another look. I instructed Amelia to compile all the evidence, including Maria’s call recordings with William and bank transfers, into a single anonymous email. The recipient was the chairman of RenTech Medical and William’s father, Arthur Brown.

Despite them not really knowing about us being wolves, the fact that she had a lover over her husband was enough to have others putting a question mark. “If it isn’t our famous Pakhan and his beloved maiden” Andreas Garcia, one of the Mexican partners we had. The man was an heir of the Garcia family, and not only was he arrogant, but he was one of the men who had helped with spreading the rumors of the scandal that happened in hopes to benefit from them.

Strangely, there was no mention of his ex-wife, so outsiders assumed he was a bachelor marrying for the first time, eagerly offering congratulations for a happy marriage and many children. Though Gabriel wasn’t part of the entertainment industry, his popularity was high. His handsome looks and position as the eldest son of an old aristocratic family meant that every piece of news about him became a topic of public conversation. In any era, the domineering CEO and the sweet young wife were always beloved by netizens. What they didn’t know was that behind the glamour were the tears and blood of an innocent young girl. Online discussions buzzed, and eventually, someone remembered that Gabriel h

It didn't take long for the internet to explode. AMN Apex Media Network, the most influential entertainment conglomerate, was already swarming with speculation. Was Bianca cheating? Was she leading a double life? Publicists scrambled to control the damage, but the photos spoke louder than any PR statement could. But the most damning part? The man in the video was a filthy street beggar who was now nowhere to be found. And Valerian? He watched the chaos unfold from the comfort of his penthouse, with a glass of scotch in hand, completely unbothered.