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.

blinking lazily, rummaged in his pockets and took out

momentarily before a surprised woman’s voice greeted him.

the parking

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

could she force him into meeting her using her life as a

in the dead of

be right down!” Galilea exclaimed, the sleepiness

intending to change into a new outfit. However, before proceeding, she had a sudden realization. Walking

showed signs of lingering drowsiness. Her chosen attire for sleep was a

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