Royal Scandal Book Novels & Stories

His spoon hovered in mid-air. “Theo?” Jonathan asked, confused. He followed the prince’s gaze. A man at the table nearby spoke in hushed tones, unaware of the ears tuned sharply to him. “First, the Grand Duke and now Charles, heir of Godwin, was killed. The Grand Duchess must be barely holding on. Poor thing. Her guardian dies, her fiancé gets assassinated… and she’s left to rule alone? I heard the Grand Duke’s funeral is tomorrow.” Jonathan’s spoon clinked against his bowl. “What…?” he muttered, jaw tightening. He turned to Theodore, who hadn’t moved.

Princess Catalina was laughing gently before she stormed out of my room to prepare for the upcoming havoc that will come to wreck the life of Anthoine. The scenario will go like this, Princess Catalina invites Anthoine for a coffee date. But Anthoine does not know that the hired person of Princess Catalina was also there to reveal everything to her. It will be just like in the TV series where the third part is going to face the music and ruin the life of a couple. They are about to create the biggest scandal that any of the Royal Family Members has ever been involved with. I am so into it! Because they are in a famous cafe in the country, I know that this news will explode all around the wor

Their gowns trailed gracefully behind them, each queen looking regal and breathtaking in her own way. Their handmaids followed silently, eyes fixed firmly on the ground. At that moment, none dared whisper a word. Normally, gossip flowed as freely as wine among the palace maids. The royal kitchen, large enough to accommodate hundreds, served as their gathering place. News traveled quickly there, and whatever they heard inevitably reached the ears of their mistresses. They listened through walls and watched from shadows, always searching for the next piece of scandal. Last night, Ragaleon had given Racheal a bracelet, and now it was all over the place.

An expertly timed detonation meant to rupture everything we'd been carefully hiding, wrapped in the illusion of privacy. I didn’t even feel myself slide to the floor. Only noticed the cold tile pressing against my thighs and the trembling in my hands. The headline screamed across the screen: Scandal in the Pack House: King Caught in Illicit Affair with Staffer. Emma’s spare key rattled in the door seconds before she burst in. She didn’t speak right away. Just crouched beside me, grabbing the phone from my hand and silencing it. Her breath came fast, her cheeks flushed like she’d run the whole way up the stairs.

There, tucked neatly beneath the pillows of her bed, lay a leather-bound book. Her breath stilled. The missing ledger. The very one Damien had torn the palace apart searching for after the last assassination attempt. Her hands trembled as she drew it out, the leather cool beneath her palms. She opened it, candlelight flickering over rows of neat script names, dates, and amounts. Payments are made to men and women across the palace. Nobles, guards, even servants. The serpent faction’s web was written in ink before her eyes. She flipped faster, heart pounding, until her gaze snagged on a name that froze the blood in her veins.

The evidence was damning. To save his own skin, Roland spent the night writing a full confession. He exposed every one of Lady Quincey's crimes and attached divorce papers to the document. "I want nothing more to do with that woman. Your Majesty, I beg you to see the truth!" He knelt in the throne room, sobbing. The assembled court watched in cold silence. Not one person spoke up for him. The Emperor hurled the confession at his face. "You have the nerve to beg me? You were the one who sold the crown prince like some street urchin. You let that woman try to kill Ms. Cadwell.

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Both hot, burning in passion. They were in the prince regent’s royal garden. In any minute, one could have barge in and witness the infamous lady’s scandal. But, Francesca couldn’t think less, than the man ravishing her, and the hidden agenda she got under her sleeves.

"The audacity of this author!" Roland exclaimed, his voice laced with a mixture of awe and apprehension. He found himself pausing every few sentences, his gaze lingering on the words as if they held some hidden power. The book was a veritable bombshell, daring to criticize the very foundations of their society. It painted the royal family in a scathing light, accusing them of insatiable greed and a complete lack of self-discipline. However it was the author's stance on slavery that truly captivated Roland. With unwavering conviction, the book condemned the practice, asserting the fundamental equality of all humans and denouncing the notion of one person being inherently superior to another.

Federico’s cellphone started to ring and he took it out from his pocket and glanced at the display. “I’m afraid I’ll have to take this call,” he said. “Can you find your way to my study? I’ll meet you there in ten minutes.” Ava gave a nod and slipped out of the room while Federico took the call, keeping his voice low as he spoke to Francesco. She heard him saying something about searches of the Royal Star diamond and that there was nothing leaked to the press about Christian. In the papers, there were some photographs of the party and a short piece about Christian’s role as royal patron, but thankfully nothing else, so far.