Celebrity Ballbusting Novels & Stories

"That wasn't acting." Celeste's hand was still in my hair. She didn't move it. "No," she said quietly. "It wasn't." Somewhere across the ballroom, a champagne glass shattered. --- The rest of the night blurred. I remember faces — too many faces, all of them watching, all of them hungry for something. A tech journalist who asked too many questions about our "relationship timeline." A hedge fund manager who stared at Celeste's cleavage like it was a quarterly earnings report. A woman in gold who touched Celeste's arm and laughed at something I didn't hear and made me want to commit violence in four different time zones.

Not letting the looks or likes of them underestimate me. "Hmm. Okay! Ladies and gentlemen! Put it up for Giant Muffin and The Baller! Who do you think is gonna take the five thousand dollars home?! Is it Baller or Giant Muffin? Who ladies and gentlemen?!" "Muffin! Muffin! Muffin! Muffin! Muffin! Muffin! Muffin!" I am never eating muffins again. Then they blew the whistle. The fight had begun.

We laughed and chatted through the nerves, helping each other zip up our dresses and adjust our heels. The Royal Business Ball was already trending number one worldwide on social media. Hashtags like #RoyalBusinessBall, #GreerAtTheBall, and #LuminaBloom were everywhere. My fans were posting excitedly, saying they hoped to see me there and cheering for me as the underdog success story. It warmed my heart even as it added pressure.

It's a small comfort, but I'll take what I can get. "Ball?" I ask, confusion evident in my voice. "What ball?" Gabriella laughs lightly, as if I've just told a charming joke. "Oh, silly me! I forgot you wouldn't know; I thought Adrian would've told you. You see, every year Adrian hosts a grand business ball for his high-profile partners. It's quite the event." My eyes widen slightly. A ball? With important business partners? I can already feel the anxiety creeping in. "Oh, I... I don't think-"

One of the guys mocked and they all laughed "Kill them, Rita, suck them dry" I take the ball they threw at me "who got this?" "Oh, it's out lucky ball, we use it every game, " one of the Jock said "so give it" I use one hand to pop it, everyone was shocked "How -how did you do that" I threw it at them "Try me, and it's your heads I'll be popping" "You freaking bitch, that was our lucky ball, you are so dead" ha! Time to teach these losers they are meaning with the wrong girl

Gabe's voice screamed inside my ears, making me snap my eyes open immediately. "What the hell? what happened?" I groan, glaring at Gabe. I was really tired because of last night's clubbing event. "Look!" He replied, turning his phone screen towards my direction. My mouth drops open as I see a video of a girl grinding against a man inside a crowded club. This video was currently trending on celebrity news. And that girl was me! "Billionaire wife gone wild" The title read. "Holy shit- h-how???" I stutter.

“Oh… I suppose–” “Wonderful!” The reporter turned to the gaze of the camera, his arm suddenly clamped around my waist like a vise. “We are here tonight with Miss Ruby at the Alpha Ball being thrown by none other than the Prince Caleb! Do you have anything you’d like to say to the people watching at home?” “Well, Caleb and I are very pleased to share with you all the work being done by the charity organizations we’re supporting–” “Oh! Ruby! It is so good to see you!” A hideously high-pitched voice squealed behind me, and I knew before looking who had found me.

Bellamy feigned ignorance. “ You're supposed........" “ I don't want to hear another word from you Balor. You've committed enough atrocities against the crown, you're lucky to even be alive. “ Bellamy snapped. “ The ball is over. Feel free to stay back, I'm not stopping you. " Bellamy said and left with Nicklaus. Balor stood there dumbfounded, he was expecting Bellamy not to find anyone so he would step up and volunteer to marry but she suddenly became bold enough to cancel the ball before it began.

Caleb smoothly slotted in right behind me, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back. As we walked into the grand ballroom, the murmurs began instantly. The elite of the city whispered behind their crystal glasses, their eyes darting from the notorious Blackwood triplets to the woman on their arms. Word of Richard's overnight financial collapse had already leaked, and seeing his ex-wife flanked by the very men orchestrating his ruin was the ultimate scandal.

It was war. She turned to Damien. “You said you wanted to flip the table?” His smile was all teeth. “I want to shatter it.” Elsewhere in the city, Veronica Hale swirled a glass of cabernet with the satisfaction of a queen watching a rebellion crushed. She watched the clips on repeat, Celeste’s stunned face, the shaky denial, the silence of the audience. The press had already started circling. One outlet titled their segment “The Rise and Fall of a Starlet.”