The Disgraced Novels & Stories

My grandfather expected me to act and react in a manner that exudes power. Another ping came in and I clicked the news without thinking twice, and what I saw had me sitting up fast. DISOWNED AND DISGRACED: ELEANOR STERLING’S FALL FROM GRACE My eyes glanced through the article. Her parents had disowned her, claiming they wanted nothing to do with a despicable person. My jaw clenched, and my fingers curled into fists. How could they have discarded her as though she were a faulty item? Wasn't she their only child?

Micheal moves closer to her and violently uttered a terrible statement "Are you so gullible that you can't understand a little sign? I gave you all kinds of signs to make you know I want to see you but you didn't understand. Now, what I did, I know it will cause a lot of stir among the pack" Vivian's eyes blacked out with some water gathering around her pupils, she feels so pathetic and disgusted about his behaviour. Her eye becomes so red from within and water begins to drop. Vivian raised her right hand to clean It up, and at the same time smiled laudably. She didn't utter a word even after the insult.

“Unfortunately, you no longer have that opportunity.” Seeing that I remained unmoved, Mom dropped to the ground and began wailing. “My life is so miserable. God, how could you treat me like this? That man abandoned me, and now even my daughter doesn’t want me!” “Enough, Mary. You went too far today. Family matters should be kept private. It was just a door lock. Did you really have to humiliate Mom in front of so many people? Don’t forget what you did at the birthday party, too. You disappeared without leaving a word. All the relatives were laughing at us,” Jessie said angrily while stamping her foot. She demanded that I apologize to Mom.

I took my eyes off it and did as though I'd not seen it. She looked up at me. Meemah Dutse. "News reaching us says that this morning social commentator and blogger, Ahmadu Yar-Gombe, was charged to court on a three count charge of Slander, purposeful slander and maligned hate and slander with intention to incite others. Is this true?" I shook my head, trying to recollect if I'd heard any news about the man who had called me promiscuous and lascivious on national television getting arrested.

I was speechless and remained bent over. "His disgrace is also a huge disgrace to his family's name. And with that, he'll lose his credibility. He will provoke the Gunningworths because of the embarrassment he has caused to their name. It will soon lead to their conglomerate's downfall. When that happens, we'll take out all their stench. They'll surely beg with bended knees for your forgiveness. "

the linkage between the scandal-prone serviceman and the multi-billion-dollar industrial disaster is now the target of an international investigation. They knew his name. His age. His discharge. The mission. The one thing he wore around his neck like a shroud, the original shame of his life, on full display for the world to cluck over with their morning coffee. They'd even called him "disgraced.". There was no leak by accident. This was an attack. Marcus and Evelyn weren't hiding out; they were fighting back. They were going to make Sabe the news headline, the perfect patsy: the volatile, violent mercenary who broke into the noble billionaire's corporation to destroy it from the inside out.

Shortly after that, he lost everything, his company, reputation, and financial standing… wiped clean. I scrolled down, and my heart began to race. Tears welled up in my eyes. The Grigs have been secretly running an empire designed to bring down businesses that threatened to overshadow theirs. They’ve been known for ruining fast-growing companies. No one knows their exact identity yet, but Mr. Bean Grigs is an ex-mafia drug lord from Mexico, and rumors say he is now in New York. I shook my head. "This can’t be true." My voice caught in my throat. "Maybe it's just someone with a similar surname as James."

“I mean untouchable.” That word hung in the air longer than anything else. Leonard didn’t respond immediately. Because for the first time, he understood what was really underneath it. His father wasn’t just proud. He only disappointed. And that realization made the silence between them heavier than any argument. Leonard finally spoke. “You didn’t lose me,” he said calmly. “You lost the version of me you could still understand.” That landed differently. His father swallowed slightly, looking at the floor now instead of the screens, as if the numbers made it harder to meet his son’s eyes.

It didn’t reach her eyes. “Crude, my dear. A dead girl makes him a martyr. She becomes a tragic ghost he can pine over for years.” Katya set the champagne flute down with a delicate click. “But a disgraced girl… a girl caught in a scandal… that makes Damian a fool. And that,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper of pure venom, “he will never forgive.” Katya glided back toward the elevator, her work done. At the threshold, she paused without turning.

No, in fact, I hated you more the day I found out you were acquainted with that bloody Armani family that ruined my happily ever after. "Remember what you said that day? That you want to find your own Cara? Well I hate to break it to you but I'm my own Jessica and I'll never be attracted to lustful men like you." "Lustful?" Giovanni cut her off just then, taken aback by her word. "Yes!" She exclaimed. "Look at yourself! Your dick led you here today, not your brain! I expected more. Or maybe I didn't, after all, you're a rich brat raised like nobility so you don't know the difference."