Pamangkin Scandal Novels & Stories

Evidence of something. I wasn't sure what yet. But I'd figure it out. My phone buzzed. The altered voice had sent a file. I opened it. A P*F. Names, dates, photographs. Women I didn't know. Young. Ambitious. All of them connected to scandals that had destroyed their reputations. And in every case, Marcus Vale's name appeared in the background. A consultant. A publicist. A fixer who'd been hired to manage the fallout. But the patterns were too similar. Too coordinated.

He was ecstatic when the perverted old man happened to send him over one day to please a politician. Several years ago, there was a scandal in the Australian political circle. Although the authorities later used their power to suppress it, it had caused a huge stir at the time. The Deputy Minister of Defense was found naked and covered in ambiguous whip marks, hanging dead from the chandelier in the Cape Hotel. This incident created a sensation, stirring up a storm of public opinion.

She exclaimed, "It's absurd enough that you'd asked for three million dollars. But four million dollars? That's ridiculous! "You hurt my son, and now, you're asking us for money. This is a den of robbers!" Dickson couldn't keep it in any longer and said, "Exactly. Our daughter is close to Ms. Cartwright. Why don't you honor their relationship and forget about the money?" "Five million dollars!" The expression on Clement's face turned colder. "Your relationship with Ms. Cartwright has nothing to do with me." Clement knew who Pamela was and had found out that she was Woody's ex-wife from the charity event.

"What's actually happening?" Randy, standing right next to Arianna, reached for his phone from his jacket pocket. Opening the online news feature, he then showed one of the headline news that was currently being discussed. "Read this," he requested, handing her his phone. Arianna glanced at it, scrutinizing the news, then read what was written there one by one. "Prominent businessman Samuel Walters involved in a scandalous contract marriage with one of his secretaries." "For the sake of huge profits, Samuel Walters deliberately deceived Pakuwon Group with various intrigues."

"He already knows the truth about her. You think hiding another child from him is going to — what? Go better than the first time?" "The situation is different." "How is it different?" "Because he is not here and you are." He says it simply. "Because the vote happens in weeks and everything depends on the next few months going the right way. Because a scandal about you carrying Dante's child while you are legally still my wife would create chaos in every family that is currently deciding whether to support him." He pauses. "You could cost him the Pakhan seat, Sofia. Do you want that on your hands as well? Look, I may have dropped out from the Pahkan’s race because of Dante’s return but no ma

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.”

"Make sure she pays for what she's done." Melissa was stunned as the cuffs closed around her wrists. With the evidence in hand, investigators and tech specialists restored the deleted surveillance from the estate. Every strike, every humiliation, every act of cruelty, and every crime was laid bare. Their actions were too vicious to ignore, and she was sentenced to life in prison. Connor as her accomplice, was charged as well. However his body couldn't withstand the damage he'd endured. His organs failed soon after he was rescued, and he didn't live long enough to serve time in prison.

She thought for a moment and smiled, "You said that the pimp wasvery handsome. Maybe he earned the money by serving those rich women? News now and then reports that rich women spend a million dollars for a pimp." "But the fireworks show that day was worth far more than a million dollars. It's worth at least ten million dollars." Mason was shocked when he thought of it. "Who knows. Maybe Valeria had used her own money. After all, her mother left her a fortune and she is rich herself." Ashley continued, "It's a shocking scandal for her to keep a pimp as a secret lover after all. To whitewash herself will cost some money." Mason couldn't find a better reason. He could only believe that the fire

Beth highly doubted Pam's mind was anywhere other than on the lovely cock she'd been spying for the past 10 minutes. "Must be a good one, watcha reading?" Pam was not ready for this, and had to look back to the magazine, realizing yet another seductive bikini picture of Courtney Cox was taking up most of the page. "Nothing really, ah, just celebrity gossip stuff on the Friend's cast."

she mused, her eyes studying her reflection with a spark of self-appreciation. The door creaked open once more, pulling Asa from her reverie. It was the assistant of the Mafia boss who entered. "I hope you're dressed now?" he queried, his gaze deliberately avoiding hers. For he was the man she danced with at the club. The man Biden threatened to stop dancing with her at the party. Perhaps, he had a plan of kidnapping her all along. If only she had followed Biden away when he offered to take her home. Asa nodded in affirmation, a ripple of confusion coursing through her. What was their latest agenda?