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.

in his pockets and took out his

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

the parking lot of your

an eye on her, Galilea knew that he would not spoil

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

in the dead of night just two days

Galilea exclaimed, the

sense of urgency, she stood up promptly, intending to change into a new outfit. However, before proceeding, she had a sudden realization. Walking up to the

signs of lingering drowsiness. Her chosen attire for sleep was

lipstick, threw on a short coat from her closet, grabbed her room key, and