Celebrity Catfight Stories Novels & Stories

I scampered for the remote on the coffee table in the corner room, ignoring the dizziness in my head from the sudden movements, and pointed it at the television screen on the wall, clicked a button and the monitor came to life. "...fainted at her own engagement party last night and is rumored to be pregnant. Although there is no word from Caterina herself, her publicist has denied this allegation," the female reporter said. She was wearing a cheap dark blazer and the screen later changed from her face to Chase's as he said a statement just outside the gate.

Notifications flooded the lock screen one after another—news alerts, social media tags, and urgent messages. The video of the brawl had already gone viral. I pulled the car into my reserved spot, killed the engine, and leaned back against the headboard, taking a slow, deep breath. News travels fast in elite business circles, but scandalous news travels at light speed. The headlines were already blaring across local gossip blogs and corporate tabloids: High-Society Brawl at the Galleria: Maximo Volkov’s Ex-Wife Victoria Scuffles with Entourage of Textile Heir Bella Ross.

You deliberately used something trivial like that to cover up your real leak! When I heard that, I actually laughed from anger. "Mr. Cooper, if telling a stray cat the company's publicly available Wi-Fi password counts as leaking corporate secrets…" I walked step by step toward the front of the stage, my eyes fixed on Samuel's face, now slightly twisted with anger. My voice remained calm and crystal clear. "Then, every single person here has been leaking corporate secrets on a daily basis. Shouldn't all of them immediately sign non-compete agreements and get laid off, too?"

In fact, I didn't even know how to fight back in a situation like this. Jenna frowned and said, "Even though the online storm has died down for now, you still need to watch out for Lenny finding another angle. Who knows when he'll just snap and post something? "And when that happens, you're finished. The Internet never forgets. You'll be permanently labeled as the guy who coveted his friend's girlfriend." I nodded. Jenna was right. Lenny definitely wasn't going to let this go. I had to be prepared at all times.

“I... I was married, but my ex-husband never said such bold things, if you'll excuse me Mr. Visconti, I must continue waiting tables” said Caterina wanting to run away from that vulgar man. Hades tried to stifle a laugh, but he had not succeeded, that woman was too funny, he did not expect to embarrass her so much with simple words, that had been fun, too much in fact. Unable to contain himself, the sexy millionaire had burst into laughter mocking Caterina, making the girl turn to see him really upset and return. “Forgive me if I am not like the kind of women you are surely very used to, but I demand you not

I move away from the person to try to hold Damon back. -Damon stop, this is not the time to start a fight. He knows I'm right, we're in a pretty famous bar and we could end up in a gossip paper the next day because of a fight. And I really don't want to make the headlines with a headline like "Scandal in a New York bar, the CEO of Haute Era and the fiancé of the CEO of Sapphire caught in the act" thank you but I'm will pass. He raises his hands and steps back.

Professional boundaries needed to be reset, but I didn’t want to lose the partnership over personal drama. Just as I was trying to organize my racing thoughts, my phone lit up with a notification. I picked it up, already dreading what I might see. Sure enough, photos and videos of me and Natalia were spreading everywhere online. Clips of the hair-pulling, the wine splash, my counterattack. They had gathered hundreds of likes and comments in a shockingly short time. The internet loved nothing more than a public catfight between two women, especially when one of them was married to a wealthy businessman. I already knew this would happen. Fame, or even temporary visibility, came with a price. I

Rico catches me before I can hit the ground. “Move,” he tells Joel. Joel steps in. “Put her down.” Rico narrows his eyes. “You’ve lost your fucking mind.” “She’s my wife.” “You’re her worst nightmare.” “Put. Her. Down.” “She’s literally collapsing and you’re arguing with your side chick about who has the better punchlines!” Gasps from other tables. People turn. Phones flash. Paparazzi, maybe. Or just rich folks who love drama. Rico doesn’t care.

I wasn’t willing to get into a fight where both sides would bleed, especially since it involved Serena. I hung up and dropped my phone on my desk, not having anything to say to him. His question irritated me even more because it reminded me of my predicament. I hated myself. I hated that I wasn’t as bold as Rafael. I hated that I hesitated to go against my grandfather. I hated the hold he had on me. I threw my head back in my chair, letting out deep calming breaths as I wondered what I could do for Serena. The article made it seem like a cat-fight between the two women when the only parts of their bodies that touched were their shoulders. The article made it sound like the women inherited th

~HUNTER POV~ The media storm was relentless. I sat in my office at seven in the morning, scrolling through damage control reports from my PR team. Three different tabloids had run follow-up stories about the fight. Two gossip blogs had dug up photos of Celine from her waitressing days. One particularly nasty article had analyzed her "social climbing tactics" with quotes from anonymous sources who "knew her before." Every single piece painted her as the problem. The manipulative girlfriend who drove the stable billionaire to violence.