The Disgraced Novels & Stories

“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.

She said with a level of pride. "You did not want to upset them? You did not want to upset them?!" Chris roared. He let out a hysterical laugh. "You did not mean to upset them but you staged a scene and made a fool of your own husband! Eventually ending up ruining the company that we have been working so hard to create on the first time your position was officially announced!"

If you ever decide to go, let me know right away. Ryan's POV I hurled my cellphone aside after waiting nearly an hour for her response. She hadn't replied. Did she even see my message? I'm so damn guilty. She almost lost our child. She nearly had a miscarriage, and I was so damn scared . I think I deserved the punches from Damian, Dominic, and Damon this time. I clenched my teeth and ran my tongue over my split lip. I picked up the coffee the maid had brought me and cursed after taking a sip. This didn't taste like my usual coffee. Why the hell was it so bitter?

It was as if she recalled a fleeting illusion of wealth or regretted the first mistake that set everything in motion. As for the Holt family, it had long since fallen apart. Owen and Nancy lived quietly in a small town. Those who knew them said both had gone completely gray and were living in silence. Their home was stripped of all its former “liveliness” and “hope.” Those relatives who once latched on for gain and then kicked others when they were down were each mired in their own struggles. They paid the price for their greed and ingratitude. They never gathered for a family dinner again.

"I specifically ordered the dishes from your favorite restaurant for this awards ceremony." She haughtily averted her gaze after she was done speaking, as if she was doing me a huge favor by offering me an opportunity to leave with what was left of my dignity. It was true that when a person was rendered speechless, they would suddenly be overwhelmed with the urge to laugh. Disgust roiled in my gut at just the thought of having to eat lunch with these despicable people. I turned around and headed for the exit.

I'm assuming he doesn't know how to read yet because he was looking over the manu looking confused and his parents just chuckled at his confused expressions. "So Pepsi?" "Yes!" the little boy exclaimed. "Okay, and a glass of Pepsi" he said, turning his attention to me. I nodded, writing everything down. "I'll bring them right up to you." I loved coming to work, knowing I get to see people like that. As I was walking to the kitchen, I heard the TV. "Nicholas Ashford spotted with a woman coming out of a club yesterday. Could she be his secret lover?" the guy on the TV spoke. He was moving on fast.

As I approach the grand stone steps, my eyes catch on a newspaper headline blaring from a nearby stand: **“Disgraced Billionaire, Adulterer, and Now Murder Suspect: Nathaniel Coven’s Fall from Grace.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I stop dead in my tracks, staring at the headline as it burns itself into my brain. Each word is like a dagger, twisting deeper and deeper. **Adulterer.** How did they find out? Who’s been feeding the press these lies, working so hard to paint Nathaniel as the villain, to make him look guilty before he even has a chance to prove his innocence?

She inevitably had her miseries and great unfortunate running through every steps she’s taking every single day. She really hated Magno from his top to his tip. He was always chased of unfortunate and really not still having good character as he was before. Danie believe that he can’t change the way he is when he was already into something unhealthy and a part of him that brings uncovered scars. He’ll bring it always, and Danie would not tolerate every action that he misfit.

"Fond of lapping? Go on," Pauline said. "Get down and lick every trace of that wine." "Miss Castro..." One quivered, terror overwhelming him. "We were wrong. Please..." "Too late." Pauline truncated his plea. "Do it or rot in prison. Your choice." Before absolute power, pride and honor were meaningless. They exchanged hopeless glances and got down on their knees. Shaking, they pressed their faces into the cold carpet, which was full of broken glass and spilled wine.