Celebrity Catfight Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

I left my phone in the office, so I forgot to inform him that I was going out. “Yeah–” “See you at home.” “I thought you were not coming home—” Rude! His hobby these days was cutting my words off or ending the call abruptly. I was about to give the phone back to Abby, but an article with a picture on the screen made me freeze. It’s a picture of me and Ralph hugging on the stairs earlier. ‘The scandalous drama queen Catalina Marcellos has an affair with his husband’s cousin, Ralph Muller!’

Clement was coming out of the crocheting stall, I smirked. "Look who we have here, I hope nobody has fallen or been punched for staring at your woman today because I'm not ready to pay for any maintenance like the last time," Clement's cricket voice boomed towards me and I laughed at his words. "Ah ah, was it that bad, plus it's nothing you can't handle." I shrugged as if he was talking about someone else entirely. "Oh really, it was more than bad. A beta fighting over a woman. The news spread like wildfire before the next day. How they found out about you, that I didn't know," Clement said and we exchanged handshakes, resting on the red sports car in the park.

After five years of marriage, Melody finally realized—she had never truly married anyone. The marriage certificate was forged. Her husband, Adam, was legally wed to her best friend, Lily. And Melody? She had been the most innocent pawn in a meticulously crafted deception. The betrayals didn’t stop there. Her supposed infertility was a lie, and the child she had poured her love into raising was, in fact, Adam and Lily’s biological son. Five years of devotion—through their eyes, she had served only three purposes: a free housekeeper, a cheap business partner, and a disposable pawn. She had believed in love. That, above all, was her greatest folly. Yet Melody didn’t break. She didn’

He deserved it; obviously, he hadn't intended to continue arguing, but they immediately retaliated after realizing that. So if a man can't keep it in his pants, it's acceptable for him to cheat? You sound repulsive. Filth on, they engaged in combat. The other commenter was clearly unable to keep up. However, additional users quickly jumped in and continued to trash Max's wife. They even began investigating her family, accusing them of selling their daughter for cash and engaging in social climbing. A covert picture of Felicia in a yoga studio that was clearly taken to make her appear awful was posted.

My only hope now was to stall for time. “You sure seem to be in a hurry Cate. Are you really that eager for a man I despise?” I said, knowing it would get a rise out of her. I was right — her eyes burned with hatred. “Stop being so stubborn and admit that you lost. I order you to kneel, now!” With that, Cate lunged for me, arms outstretched to push me down to the ground by my shoulders. Her pounce caught me by surprise but her height gave her the disadvantage. As she struggled to shove me to the floor I attempted to wrestle her away as onlookers gasped around us, and I thought I noticed a camera flash or two. Little did I know, the crowd wasn’t gasping at us.

"Yeah. But you can only sit in the seats reserved for workers. You know what? I insist you two come. That stupid b*tch might do something to my dress, so you two can rush over to help me if that happens." Vicky and Jennifer nodded as they understood what she meant. To be honest, they had seen their fair share of catfights at weddings. Scorned exes would pour wine down the bride's dress, some frenemies would push each other down, and there was even one case where a bridesmaid slashed the strap holding up the wedding dress which resulted in a naked bride. … In the backstage corridor, Vicky was just about to go to the main hall when she received a phone call.

Nicko and Gideon who heard that quarrel also dashed out bringing chairs and two cups of popcorn. “Such a long time I haven’t seen the most interesting cat fight like this,” said Nicko, his mouth was full of popcorn. Seeing the enjoyment of his best friends, Jaxon grabbed popcorns from Nicko’s hand. “Make a bet who is going to win?” asked Cornor, enthusiastically recording the women quarrel. He even tried different angles to get more fascinating result. “That tiny one is more aggressive than the other,” said Danny, giving a comment. “Five hundred bucks for petite,” Nicko handed out wad of hundred dollars from his wallet and then the rest also did the same. Even Fritz who was guarding the fenc

Felicia held out her phone, a news site open on the screen. The headline screamed from the screen in huge, bold letters: FALCONE DON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRET? CAUGHT IN MONACO WITH MYSTERY MISTRESS! The picture was of Reginald and Felicia on a beach. They were in swimsuits, Felicia leaning against Reginald's chest. They looked like a couple in love. "The media is calling me the 'family mistress'!" Felicia cried harder. "They're saying I ruined your marriage!"

Her fingers clenched around the device. Jessy’s voice crackled from the speaker. “Relax. It’s just a celebrity. You said it yourself—probably a one lucky night thing.” he will definitely forget her, Mira is nothing people like de.king don't go for girl like Mira. Tina stopped pacing. Her reflection stared back at her from the mirror—perfect makeup, styled hair, expensive clothes. And still… “He didn’t even look at me,” she said bitterly. “Not once.” There was a pause on the line.

And there, on the screen, was Travis's smug face, smiling and waving at the camera. The news anchor was gushing about Travis's generosity and his title as most eligible bachelor. Bruno's anger boiled, and he hurled the remote control at the TV, shattering the screen. "Travis Rodrigo," he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "You're going to regret ever crossing me. You're going to regret ever stealing my title, and my woman." The room fell silent, the only sound the hum of the TV's broken screen. Bruno's chest heaved with rage, his mind racing with plans and schemes.