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 his phone, dialing

echoed momentarily before a surprised woman’s voice greeted him. “Tyrone? It’s

at the parking

sent bodyguards to keep an eye on her,

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

coming to her in the dead of

right down!” Galilea exclaimed, the sleepiness evaporating

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

was in disarray from just waking up, and her eyes showed signs of lingering

consideration, she slicked on some lipstick, threw on a short