Scandal Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She feels trapped, with no way out. As they sit down to watch TV, a breaking news story catches their attention. A photo of Leia and Mark has been leaked to the press, and they are being accused of having an affair. Leia feels her heart stop. She can't believe that someone has done this to her. She has never been involved in a scandal before, and she doesn't know how to handle it. Rachel grabs her hand. "Don't worry," she says. "We'll get through this together." Leia nods, feeling grateful for Rachel's support. She doesn't know what she would do without her.

Mandy said. "You have suffered." Leonard looked at her with some pity. "It is Okay uncle. I don't want Richard to be taken advantage of." "This celebrity is all over the news now. Her scandal is really bad. If you think that I'm lying, I can show you." Mandy had already logged into her account and passed the phone over to Leonard. The more Leonard read, the more his face darkened. He almost fainted as he clutched his chest tightly. After he took his medicine, he calmed down a little.

Katy wondered if the story of the fictional arranged marriage would turn out to be a sweet reality. “Then I won’t tease you anymore,” she said as she brought out the financial report book. Beverley breathed a sigh of relief while watching Katy’s disappearing figure. She immediately opened the crumpled paper with mixed feelings. On the paper was Brent’s writing, which read, “I want to make you wet again. I want to enter your body, hear you moan in pleasure, and scream my name when you come.” Beverley’s face turned red again. She should have been angry at those lewd words. But for some reason, her heart was pounding. A question flashed through her head. Why did Brent want to fuck her so badly?

The Scandal Elena's POV It's been a few days ever since my steamy encounter with the stranger from the bar, I had never told anyone about it. I had promised myself that I would take the secret with me to the grave but one morning changed everything, placing my carefully curated world that I had built over time on the verge of falling apart.

Elena’s POV “Because you don’t know what rich people are capable of doing,” my father said tightly, his voice low but trembling with restrained anger. “I saw the headlines, Elena. I heard the way they talked about you — your name dragged across every gossip site like you’re some desperate social climber. You think this is love? This is humiliation!” “I’ll just… go to my room,” Sandra murmured, slipping away with her headphones already halfway in, clearly wanting no part in the storm.

Seemingly intrigued by the fact that had just been revealed right before his eyes, William narrowed his eyes in surprise. "But didn't you guys just meet a few weeks ago? Ah, apparently, I was too busy to notice the romance scandal going on among my subordinates," William continued in a mocking, contemptuous tone. "Is that more important than your sabotage scandal, Mr. Sammy?" Immediately, Aileen, stung by the saboteur's insinuation, snapped in anger. The pain was momentarily forgotten. "Hey, Ms. Aileen. Please forgive my behavior just now. Does it hurt?"

“Scandal doesn’t rely on facts. It relies on narrative. And right now? The narrative is damning.” Grayson stepped forward. “We have maybe ten minutes before the smaller sites pick it up. Then the big ones won’t be far behind.” A tremor ran through Savannah. Her heart hammered painfully, her breaths coming shallow. Her entire world, already fragile, began to crack along invisible seams. Jackson saw it. And in one sharp movement, he crossed the room and reached for her hand. Not forceful. Not commanding. Just… anchoring. “Savannah,” he said, his voice lower now, tighter, like he was wrestling back control for both of them. “Look at me.”

“What? You want me to lie? If Marcus is guilty, Sandra’s guilty. Catherine just said what everyone already suspected.” “Still… hearing it out loud… Jesus, it feels different.” “Reality usually does.” “You think my father’s losing it right now?” “Oh, he’s probably throwing glasses against the wall.” “He’ll try to spin it. He always does.” “Not this time. Catherine just fed the press the scandal of the year. They’ll chew it raw.” “…And Sandra? What do you think she’s doing right now?” “Probably screaming. Or hiding. Or both.” “She’ll blame me. Watch.”

Julian looked at her, a genuine flash of surprise—and admiration—crossing his features. The interview continued for an hour. They told a story of a whirlwind romance, of a shared vision for the future, and of a child who was the "crown jewel" of their union. By the time the cameras turned off, the publicists were already reporting a shift in the social media sentiment. The "Scandal" was being rebranded as a "Modern Fairytale." As the crew packed up, Julian led Elena back to her creative suite. He shut the door, the silence of the penthouse returning like a heavy blanket.

“It’s all anyone will ever see now. They’ve erased me. I’m not an executive. I’m not a father. I’m just… a scandal.” A scandal is a fairy tale people whisper because they're afraid of the truth," Joe said to him, his voice low and unyielding, a boulder in a tempestuous sea. "The truth is messy. It includes my faith in your brain. Your brilliance for strategy. Our love. A scandal is simple. It's sex and authority. It's a fairy tale for grownups who want to believe the world is that simple.".