Scars Of A Broken Bond

Perhaps because he was born out of wedlock.

His very existence was seen as a mistake from the very beginning.

In the middle of the night, a black Cayenne eased into the underground parking lot of the hotel, temporary home to the Cloudwater Town film crew.

“We’ve arrived, sir,” the driver announced, glancing at Tyrone’s resting form reflected in the rearview mirror.

“Okay,” Tyrone murmured, his eyelids remaining shuttered, his form suggesting sleep.

Detecting the strong scent of alcohol in the car, the driver hesitated, unsure whether to persist in reminding him.

Two minutes later, a shift in the back seat broke the silence.

lazily, rummaged in his pockets and took out

a surprised woman’s voice greeted him.

the parking

bodyguards to keep an eye on her, Galilea knew

could she force him into meeting her using her life as a bargaining chip. Instead, she had to film

in the dead of

right down!” Galilea exclaimed, the

she stood up promptly, intending to change into a new outfit. However, before proceeding,

long hair was in disarray from just waking up, and her eyes showed signs of lingering drowsiness. Her chosen attire

consideration, she slicked on some lipstick, threw on a short coat from her closet, grabbed her room key,