Scars Of A Broken Bond

“I’m telling the truth,” Camden maintained.

Observing Sabrina’s reluctance, Camden adopted a more earnest tone.

“You don’t aspire to become an actress, do you?”

Sabrina hesitated briefly before nodding. “I simply wish to evade the relentless scrutiny of reporters and netizens. I don’t desire to be the center of attention.”

Camden embarked on a persuasive argument, “In reality, your apprehension is somewhat unwarranted and of minimal consequence. Our team is adept at handling such matters. What are the intentions of those paparazzi? To profit, correct? As long as you provide them with financial incentives, they’ll refrain from intruding into your personal life. Consider the recent plight of stars who’ve fallen from grace. Was it the result of paparazzi exposure? No, it was invariably the actions of others. As long as you abide by the law, what can the paparazzi and online denizens do? Their disparaging remarks stem from their own inadequacy.”

something peculiar in Camden’s argument but couldn’t

compromise, “How about this? Engage in a single scene first. If you genuinely find it unmanageable, I won’t

for a moment before conceding,

a script with alacrity. Swiftly, he thumbed through its pages until he pinpointed Sarah’s role. “Here, have a look at this,”

the script, her eyes scanning

wounded Sarah. As she teetered on the precipice of death, a poignant exchange

her eyes, her thoughts drifting back to

early chapters of Sarah’s life were marked

of fox lineage, she entered the world in human guise but bore fox-like ears. Abandoned in the rural hinterlands, she suffered maltreatment and ostracization at the

and emaciated, bore the

cruel episode of bullying, she sought refuge at a secluded