Scandal Fanfiction Novels & Stories

A glass of red wine sat untouched in front of her. I slid onto the stool beside her. She didn’t look at me. “You’re not drinking,” I said. “I’m thinking.” “About?” “About whether I should turn in the story that will make my career… or the one that will ruin yours.” I signaled the bartender. “Scotch. Neat.” He poured. I took a sip. Let the burn settle. “You already know the truth,” I said quietly. “The merger’s clean. Elena’s safe. The accounts are legitimate. If you print the scandal version, it’ll be fiction.”

Each title seemed worse than the last. “The scandal of the season: Remington bride and her sister tangled in an affair with the same man!” “Alexander sends his lover to the proctology department! CEO in the streets, monster in the sheets?” The room around me felt like it was spinning. There were hundreds of comments. Thousands. I clicked on one of the trending posts, my grip tightening around the phone as I forced myself to read. “Wait, so let me get this straight… Susanna jumped from Conrad to this new man, and he wasn't even single?What kind of messy soap opera is this?”

“I bet you already know what this is about. I don't think my explanations will make any difference. You'll agree with me that before you agreed to signing the contract, it is stated that you're not to be linked with any form of scandal.” “I'm not associated with any scandal for God's sake! Why don't you just come out straight about it? Make me understand the offense which I had committed.” “I'll send you an article, but you can trust me, that I lost a lot overnight just to bury these articles of your family's scandal." "M…my family's scandal?” Just then, she placed a news article on top of the desk. Without wasting time, I picked it up and read through it. I went pale and the paper fell off

"So Sandra suddenly wants to go to such lengths to help us?'' ''What do you mean by that exactly?'' ''Nothing babe, that's good news I will ask Santino to help out'' ''There is no need I've got it, Mr Kings.'' ''Do you now?'' What the hell is he doing? ''What's wrong with you? She is trying to help.'' ''I get it. You go ahead.'' He says while looking in Sandra's direction and I can't help but wonder what that was all about. Sandra heads out to pick up the documents as Xavier makes a few calls to ensure the companies are okay and Santino is nearby to protect us both legally and physically. After a few hours, Xavier and I sit in my living room, surrounded by the evidence we have gathered. The

Hayes started talking. I retreated fully behind a massive, overly decorated pillar, pulling out the burner phone. I didn't want to alert the serious media. I wanted cheap, instantaneous shock. I needed chaos to erupt on the lower circuits of the internet first. I typed in the address for The Daily Scandal, the trashiest, fastest gossip rag I knew. I composed the email, the words flying onto the tiny screen, sharp and full of vengeful glee. Subject: Billionaire Heir Busted: Football Star Killian Hayes Cheating on Fiancée with MARRIED Professor!

Slowly, I reached for it. The moment the screen lit up, everything hit at once. Notifications flooded the display. Messages. Missed calls. Mentions. My chest tightened. I hesitated… then opened it. The first thing I saw was a headline. “From Scandal to Power: Alessia Marries Into the De Luca Empire.” My stomach twisted. I scrolled. More headlines. More speculation. Some praised the “strategic marriage.” Others questioned it. Some outright mocked it. Then came the comments. She planned this.

For one, she wasn’t specialized in corporate law, and there was no way she’d work closely with a guy like Logan. Everything about him screamed scandalous in a way her mother wouldn’t approve of, and even if she had tried to rid herself of her mother’s prejudices, old habits die hard. He was obviously new money through and through. No one with decent manners would mention her scene with Edward so casually and make fun of her because of it. “Keep it. I have a feeling you’ll be needing it. See you tomorrow,” he said and left the office too.

was on every channel. Reporters gathered outside. Ethan stayed but his phone rang. Partners and lawyers called. The scandal grew. Across town Elena watched the news in her luxury apartment. She smiled. She had wanted Ethan for years. She wore tight clothes, touched his arm, stayed late. She almost had him until Judith came into his life. She vowed revenge. With Marcus Kane’s help she planned to destroy the empire with fake reports and scandals. The gunshot gave her a chance. Elena's POV: My voice was calm and steady as I gave the order. “Find Judith’s room. Ensure you handle the job perfectly.”

“Celine, I didn’t expect you to stoop so low. Isn’t that man rich? You sold yourself for money. What’s the difference between you and a shameless woman? If you want a wedding, I could’ve given you one too.” I touched the fabric of the wedding dress in the wardrobe, then ran my fingers over the wound on my palm. “Yes, he’s rich. And isn’t that enough?” Anthony’s breathing grew heavier. “Does he know I played you for seven years? That you had four abortions for me? You’re a whore. Do you think he’d still want you if he knew all that? You can only be mine. Do you hear me? Even if you’re a skank, you can only be mine!”

All the pent-up bitterness and the crushing weight of life pushed him to the brink until he no longer cared about what happened. "You're nothing more than an ugly and broke psycho! I was so blind back then. To think I allowed myself to be deceived by a fake like you and cast aside a real heiress like Emilila! She's Mrs. Shaw now, and she's also the heir to Langley Group! "And what about you, huh?" Mark continued. "You're even worse than your mother! At least she managed to steal some things. What did you steal? All you stole was a man, and now you're stuck living in this basement room with me, surviving off cheap food!"