Dirty Scandal
Amelia Wilde
Contents
1. Graham
2. Bellamy
3. Graham
4. Bellamy
5. Graham
6. Bellamy
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8. Bellamy
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10. Bellamy
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12. Bellamy
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36. Bellamy
37. Graham
38. Bellamy
39. Graham
40. Bellamy
41. Graham
42. Bellamy
43. Graham
44. Bellamy
45. Graham
46. Bellamy
47. Graham
Epilogue
Note to the Reader
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Dirty Rich
Dirty Royal
Dirty Rogue
Dirty Ransom
Dirty Rumor
For all the friends who have been there since the beginning
Contents
1. Graham
2. Bellamy
3. Graham
4. Bellamy
5. Graham
6. Bellamy
7. Graham
8. Bellamy
9. Graham
10. Bellamy
11. Graham
12. Bellamy
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14. Bellamy
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22. Bellamy
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36. Bellamy
38. Bellamy
39. Graham
40. Bellamy
41. Graham
42. Bellamy
43. Graham
44. Bellamy
45. Graham
46. Bellamy
47. Graham
Epilogue
Note to the Reader
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Dirty Rich
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Epilogue
Dirty Royal
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Epilogue
Dirty Rogue
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Epilogue
Dirty Ransom
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Epilogue
Dirty Rumor
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Epilogue
1
Graham
“For god’s sake, Jameson. It’s a coffee shop, not a whorehouse.”
It’s ten in the morning and I’ve had enough.
It’s not Jameson’s fault that my brother won the election by a landslide and is currently sitting behind the Resolute Desk in the White House, showing the world a new era of strength and responsibility.
It is Jameson’s fault that he became a Secret Service agent.
Wherever the fault lies, I’m still stinging from being unceremoniously shoved onto a commercial plane this morning at seven thirty “by order of the President.”
Fuck that guy.
It wasn’t my idea for him to run for office, and yet I’m here, making a public appearance nobody wants except Andrew Blackpool, the 46th president of the United States. He’s more than the president, clearly. Might as well crown him the king of the world.
My phone buzzes with a message from my man on the ground at Accelerated Governance, my best and brightest venture. Henry Newlin.
It pops up just under a news alert about increasing unrest in Bahara, a tiny country wedged between Bulgaria and Greece that will never have the slightest effect on my life.
Penny left for the White House—resignation came in this morning
I close my eyes and contain my rage into a neat little box at the center of my chest.
In addition to being the president, he’s also poaching all my best employees. If he keeps this up, I’ll never get this political incubator off the ground. And that’s the entire reason I came to D.C. in the first place.
Jameson West, the agent who drew the shortest stick on the planet, says nothing, his face impassive. This is probably for the best. The last thing he said was, “President Blackpool wanted you to keep decorum in mind,” as we got out of the car a moment ago, not a hint of snark in his voice. Fresh from the fucking airport and I’m already getting trotted around like a show pony. One party gone a little wild in the first hundred days, and I might as well be in federal prison.
“He should keep decorum in mind and stop poaching my people.”
A crowd is gathering. It’s a scraggly, half-assed thing. People who aren’t sure they want to be there at all, mixed in with people whose mouths hang open while they watch. They’re not here for my face, that’s for sure, but everyone in D.C. can recognize a Secret Service agent. Maybe I should hire someone to walk ahead of me with a banner that has my name and origin.
Jameson does a quick scan of the street. It’s cold as balls out here, and I shove my hands in my pockets. He clears his throat. “And Mr. Kelting wanted to remind you—”
“It’s a coffee shop.” Listen, I know that ‘total prick’ isn’t the best look for me. I know it. But what do all these people think is going to happen in a coffee shop? “I can handle it.”
It’s as if I haven’t spoken. “—that the best option for this appearance is to smile and greet the employees individually.”
“Oh, really? All of them?” It’s a hole-in-the-wall coffee shop on the outer edges of the District, stuffed into the ground floor of a building that looms above us, taking up half the sky. The facade is all fresh paint and jaunty little flower boxes, like the entire city has been made over for my brother. Half the sidewalk is taken up with rickety metal tables that’ll freeze your ass in the winter and brand it in the summer. I’ve never been here before in my life and I’ll never come back. “Do you have a list of names?”
“Not at this time, sir.”
Jameson never rises to the bait. Not once since the election has he let my jagged comments so much as scratch him. He, unlike me, is a consummate professional in this situation. His job is to ferry various assholes from place to place without them getting killed. Or, in my case, causing a scene. I want to hate him, but I have to admire his insistence on protocol.
I’m being one of those assholes right now. That’s what I hate. Being cornered into this ugly mood.