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 phone, dialing

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

at the parking

had sent bodyguards to keep an eye on her, Galilea knew that he would

as a bargaining chip. Instead, she had to film while awaiting her next

her in the dead of night just

exclaimed,

However, before proceeding, she had a sudden realization. Walking up to the mirror, she carefully assessed

in disarray from just waking up, and her eyes showed signs of lingering drowsiness. Her chosen attire for sleep

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