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

I’m on the verge of saying fuck it and going back upstairs to make do on my earlier idea of waking Paetyn up with my tongue when something on the TV catches my eye. I lean forward to set the coffee mug down, my eyes glued to the man on screen. He’s sitting behind a desk talking about a news story, his features expressionless as he stares ahead. Beside him, a digital photo of Liam Aster appears with the word SCANDAL written beneath it in red. Oh, fuck.

I click one link, and a video starts playing. Dramatic music. There’s Gabriel at a work event, smiling stiffly with his hand on my lower back. Me, laughing in that dress at that stupid gala where I thought I belonged. One of us entering a hotel, God, they even got the footage from the Aurelius. Jesus. Another of me getting out of a cab near Montclair building, looking rushed and tired, captioned in bold white letters: From drug deals to executive deals. Gloria Williams plays the long game.

ROMAN POV " I don't like any of them" Mr Glamour confess and my joy knows no bounce. This is what I have been waiting for, what I longed for. Mr Glamour, also know as Flashy_Classy is a fashion designer who strives on flashy accessories to make his outfits look better. Normally, I should have told her that before handing the project over but if I did that I would have only saved her from the humiliation and that is the last thing I wanted.

Her curls were pinned in a messy bun, and she wore the calm poise of a woman who'd been through the fire and still came out glowing. Ethan sat beside her, looking far less cold than the media portrayed, his arm resting lightly behind her, his dark suit crisp, his expression protective. And nestled between them, in coordinated outfits that had T*****r already cooing, were Luna and Zane, sitting in their little velvet chairs like royalty. The interviewer, a polished woman named Grace Monroe, smiled gently. "So, Talia… the world has been buzzing. You've been called a mystery woman, a gold digger, and everything in between. Why speak up now?"

At that, the antagonism and snide remarks and curses filled with rage, bitterness, and strife never stopped. Anyway, contrary to what Georgia had hoped and anticipated, becoming a star had been difficult even with her now beautiful face. “He lied to me,” Georgia locked herself up in her room after numerous failed attempts and cried bitterly, referring to the male client. He had told her that she only needed a beautiful face to make a star, but here she was, even with her beautiful face, Georgia couldn’t get a single TV show to look her way. The only thing that her face kept attracting were men, and most of whom had no influence and power to take her to where she needed to be.

I dropped my phone on the table and made the decision to take my mind off all of it by watching television. I picked up the remote control and switched to a channel that seemed interesting. To my shock, I found another ridiculous story unfolding. Two women were discussing the recent gossip. I tuned in, knowing I could gain some insight. The women were dressed in pink off-shoulder blouses and white trousers, sporting flamboyant makeup and perfectly manicured nails. "Did you hear? People are saying billionaire Adrian is involved with a terrible prostitute, and she’s trying to ruin him," one of the young ladies said mockingly.

Clara stuttered. Just as I hung up the call, I went through my phone and gasped in shock. FRENCH MOVIE STAR ETTA FORCED TO EXIT INDUSTRY AMID SCANDAL OVER LIES AND SECRET DAUGHTER. "What?!"

"Guys, it turns out that the girl in the sex tape is Mr. Brando's wife. No one knows where they live. And from what I hear, they live in an ordinary house. How cool is that? He's very rich, but he choose a simple life." "Too bad, that Nattie is someone's wife. I thought she was a prostitute. I wanted to use my savings to sleep with her." "Nattie deserves ten million wons. She has a perfect body." "I still have the sex tape. Really, I'll kill for those tits. She made me cum five times today." "She is truly the hottest girl I have ever seen. I want to fuck her so bad." "Let's gangbang her. Imagine her screaming in pleasure haha."

Helma's biting off more than she can chew, don't you think? Netizen B chimed in, [Sure, Helma's got skills, but she's a mortician, for crying out loud! Makeup tutorials are one thing, but perfumery? No thanks—I don't want to smell like I just walked out of a crypt.] Netizen C scoffed, [You two are clueless. You really think she's in it to win it? She's just there for the clicks and likes, like a celeb strutting down the red carpet. Watch her come back and brag about being an 'international star'. It's all just for show.]

She smiled embarrassedly and said while tidying her hair, "Mr. Benton has so many fans." "Why, are you jealous?" Sitting on the other side of Julian, an actress looked up at her arrogantly. "Besides you, everyone has more or less some fans, right?" After saying that, she glanced at Eliza with some displeasure. "I really don't know what my management company thinks. They want me to be a supporting role for such a person." The woman who spoke was Gloria, a new actress who originated from a talent show. Although she had not acted a lot, she had gained a lot of fans in the talent show.