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.

his pockets and took out his phone, dialing

ringing echoed momentarily before a surprised woman’s voice

at the parking lot of

had sent bodyguards to keep an eye on her, Galilea

into meeting her using her life as a bargaining chip. Instead,

anticipate him coming to her in the dead of night

right down!” Galilea exclaimed, the sleepiness

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

and her eyes showed signs of lingering drowsiness. Her chosen attire

threw on a short coat from her closet, grabbed