Novel & Cerita Tales From A Not-so-glam Tv Star

Commenting on it. My phone rang. Clara. “Have you seen the news?” “All of it. I can’t look away.” “It’s a circus. There are photographers outside the hotel. TMZ wants an interview. So does Good Morning America. Everyone wants the ‘comeback story.’” I closed my laptop. “I don’t want to be a comeback story. I want to be a designer. A businesswoman. Not Adrian Moore’s ex-wife who got successful out of spite.” “Too late. That’s the narrative now. The question is, do we control it or let it control us?”

She wasn’t really listening to Cody or the news—just going through the motions, trying to shake off the fog of exhaustion. The TV cut to a reporter shoving a mic in some socialite’s face. The woman’s mascara was running, her diamond earrings catching the light like they were mocking her tears. The ticker at the bottom said it was some exclusive estate in the French countryside. Another shot showed the aftermath: smashed champagne glasses, a tacky chandelier crashed on the floor, and blood staining what looked like stupidly expensive silk drapes. Cody whistled. “Somebody’s always pissed at what they’ve got, huh?” He tossed the remote onto the couch, where it landed with a dull thud.

"You have a job, sis. A reputable job that pays well." It’s true. Alexis is a journalist at StarDust, one of the biggest gossip magazines on the market. Want to be famous? Just pay top dollar for someone like my sister, and they'll feature you in StarDust. "Celebrity Meltdown: A-List Actor's Public Breakdown Captured on Video!" "Rising Star's Dark Past: Former Child Actress Opens Up About Troubled Youth!" Don't want to be famous for all the wrong reasons? Pay even more to a gossip journalist like my sister, and they'll keep their mouths shut.

I murmur to the empty room. I grab the remote and flick on the TV, where the gossip channel hums to life. I lean back, my coffee warming my hands, as I wait for some other news other than me and chase sterling, but nope, that’s the only hot gossip that seems to be trending. “Who is the mystery woman Chase Sterling was with last night?” the anchor says, her voice dripping with intrigue. The segment launches into a full, dramatic backstory — Victoria’s prestigious education, philanthropic ventures, discreet romances — all invented, even some other things I wasn’t aware of myself.

They were often seen on the big screen recently. Natalie moved closer to Ellena's ear and softly said, "It's just that, the person in the white shirt had undergone plastic surgery. Also, the girl in the pink dress has a fake degree..." Ellena did not expect Natalie to be so gossipy. Ellena was very interested in joking with Natalie, "If I can't write a script in the future, I will open a Weibo account to expose the stars’ secrets. I’ll make a living as an online celebrity.”

she pointed her index finger at Amber while her second hand rested on her waist; a gesture Maverick found cute and funny. Amber lowered her head. “You're right. You are not like the other people, and I'm really sorry I didn't tell you. It's just that, it's...” she sighed. “Never mind. I'm sorry, Gina.” Gina bit her lower lip and sighed. “It’s fine. I'm just so shocked. What are the odds that Glam’s star would be dating Mr. A?” her expression suddenly turned excited. “It's just like what happens in all those romance novels I read about secret identities and all,” she turned to face Axel. “Nice to meet you again, Mr. A.” she teased, stretching out her hand for a handshake.

But even if he’d had the polish of some latter-day Prince Charming, Gloriana wouldn’t have been interested. She might make movies about love and happy-ever-after but she wasn’t interested in the fairy tale for herself. Not after her mother’s experiences with Johnny Templeton, and the humiliating sting of Griffin’s rejection of her all those years ago. “That’s right,” Marine-man finally sneered when she remained silent. “You celebrities always seem to know someone who knows someone, and then it’s all peaches and cream again. Personally, I would’ve sent you back to Thailand to face the music. But lucky for you, it ain’t up to me.”

And he shut me down like I was nothing. Now, the humiliation is morphing into rage. “…and who is this mystery woman with Noah King? The pair looked incredibly cozy at the recent gala. Sources say this isn’t just another fling.” A shrill, cheerful voice chirps from the wall-mounted screen. I blink, my gaze snapping up to the television. "Let’s take a look at the mysterious lady." the entertainment journalist gushed. On screen, a freeze-frame of Aria filled the display. They zoom in on her dress, a sleek designer piece, running on-screen price break down.

Liam asked as he took a bite of his cheese toast. Tightening her grip on her fork, Glenn frowned at her food and said, “About four to eight weeks since I refused surgery. I don't need the scars.” “What?!” Mrs. Carnell blurted out, her eyes popping wide open. “You have photoshoots sections, interviews, and movie projects kicking off this month.” “Don’t you think I know that!!” “Now that Genevieve works with EXAT, it’s not time for you to have this kind of setback!”

“Is it true?” I clicked the link she had sent. It led to a notorious gossip blog, the kind that thrived on the wreckage of the elite. The headline was plastered in bold, neon-orange font: "THE DEVEREUX DISASTER: The Truth Behind the Gilded Cage." I scrolled down, my vision swimming. It wasn't just a rumor about the gala. It was a systematic dismantling of my entire life.