Celebrity Catfight Stories Novels & Stories

The following morning, the financial district of Manhattan woke up to a firestorm. Headlines across every major digital news outlet were ablaze with a single, explosive scandal: Matteo Zhang had been caught on camera assaulting an undisclosed top female CEO during a blind date, and though the victim's name remained undisclosed, the fallout was instantaneous.

There was no tension between them, just food and glittering lights. He told her about a dinner in Naples. A meeting that had gone bad, the table outside, and a cat that had stolen half of his steak. "You let a cat steal from you," she said. "It was a very confident cat." "You had a man removed from a room last month for looking at you too long." She pointed her fork again. "And the cat just took it." "Different jurisdiction." She laughed hard, harder than she could stop it. "What was the meeting all about?" she asked.

Leonard replied quickly, making Jeanne frown. "Why not? They are my nieces, and I’ve got some cute names for them!" Leonard shrugged her off, and she pulled out her phone to take pictures of my babies together. "Fine! If you won’t let me name them, then I will be the first to announce that Mr. Celebrity Leo Smith's wife just gave birth to two adorable identical girls," she said, typing away and posting it, making everyone laugh. I shook my head at their childish banter. This is the kind of life I’ve always wanted—full of laughter, happiness, and peace. I stared at everyone chatting happily, with huge smiles on their faces.

Holly replied suddenly pondering on how insensitive this Ryder guy was becoming with every story. The lady named Catalina joined in by taking a seat and all of them except Holly share the wildest stories they've heard about the millionaire player. "I just wish we could give him a taste of his own medicine you know?" Catalina said with pain lacing her voice. "We can! And we will! Definitely. I for one, I am not letting that scumbag go scot free for what he did to me. That idiot probably already slept with half of New York by now." Kim ranted as Catalina nodded along.

"Yeah, that's her! Doesn't her husband flaunt that actress Hannah Moore everywhere? She probably got sick from the stress." It turned out a kind passerby had found me and called an ambulance. Reporters who caught wind of it snapped photos of me lying weakly on the stretcher. The story spread fast, and online discussions exploded about this wealthy family's love triangle. The hospital room door was shoved open. Theo strode in, his expression dark. He slammed his phone down in front of me. "Catherine, you're really something. Trying a new trick now? You were quiet for two days, and now you can't wait to fake being sick and push Hannah into the spotlight to get torn apart online?"

“Enough!” “You started it!” “And you treat her like a trophy!” “At least I’m not playing the martyr!” “And you don’t love her—you just want to break her!” “That’s a lie!” “You’re both idiots!” Cat yells suddenly. “You think I’m some doll you can kiss and measure like this is some ego contest?!” They fall silent. Cat is trembling. Flushed. Her eyes blazing with fury. “You’re the ones who agreed to this. You’re the ones who told me it was okay. And now you want to blame me for playing with your feelings? Now I’m the villain because I’m not on the floor crying while you fight over who’s got the bigger dick?”

I unlocked the phone and opened the browser and my heart leaped to my throat when I saw the videos. The headlines read. “Billionaire Brawl: Ethan and Alex Fight Over a Woman!” I groaned, feeling embarrassed. “Well?” Celine scoffed, glaring at me. “Care to explain? Or are you just going to sit there like a guilty little boy?” I stayed quiet, my mind racing. How did this get out so quickly? “Ethan, I’m talking to you!” she shouted. “You fought your best friend in public. Over a woman! A woman, Ethan! Who is she?”

Out of all the people in the damn world, she had to get tangled up with him. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears as I scrolled further. More pictures. More headlines. More fuel for the fire that was rapidly consuming my last shred of control. “Billionaire Angelo’s Wife Spotted Cozying Up to Rival in a Nightclub!” “Angelo’ s wife Getting Handsy with a New Man?” “Trouble in Paradise? Angelo’s Wife and His Biggest Competitor in an Intimate Dance!” My jaw locked so tightly it ached. My fingers curled tighter around my phone until—

What I failed to predict was that he would do it immediately and build a fucking legend around it. Suddenly, keeping my face blank became a struggle. In the eyes of the people around us, Arianna and I were madly in love, and Catherine was a gold-digger who tried—and failed—to take Arianna's rightful place. By the time I helped Arianna to her seat, I was on the verge of resorting to violence. And then everything became ten times worse…

The door slammed as Catherine stormed into the penthouse, her heels echoing like gunshots against the marble floor. Her chest rose and fell with rage. Her phone was blowing up — not just messages, but trending hashtags: #CarterWedding #CatherineForgiveHim #TheOneTrueCouple All lies. And James? He was playing the perfect role. His face was on every news outlet. He had become the nation’s groom — the poor, heartbroken billionaire fighting for the love of his life.