The Love that Never Really Dies

Just then, a tall young man with a woman thrown over his shoulder walked out of the set.

“Sebastian! Let go of me! Put me down, you scumbag!”

She was struggling to free herself from his hold. She pounded her hands on his back and kicked her legs wildly in her attempt to get rid of him.

However, her efforts were futile; he was simply too strong.

Ignoring her angry cries, he carried her out with a stony look on his face. In an effortless move, he shoved her into the black Bentley.

Everyone was stunned.

Who is this woman?

They had seen her accompany the hottest actor, Brandon Emmanuel in the morning, and by evening she was in the arms of a badass man.

This man, from his grandiose convoy to his handsome face, was obviously no ordinary man. And he was no less than Brandon Emmanuel.

Who in the world is this woman?

Who is she to make these two men go crazy over her?

But she was not much of a looker.

The actresses on the set were losing their minds with jealousy.

Now that Sebastian had shoved her into the car, still furious, he glared at her fiercely.

“Listen to me carefully, Sasha. If you still don’t tell me the truth, then I promise you won’t see the children ever again.”

the door

stayed inside

eyes, and tears of anger welled in her eyes. But at that moment, she sat there obediently and remained

large convoy

later,

out of the car, she was greeted by the sight of the dimly lit Royal Court One. There were only a few street lamps lighting

forward and was about to go in

then, a large hand grabbed her back collar and

Let go of me.

“Haha.”

responded to her with

by this scum like a pet that had

“Mommy! Mommy is back!”

would have thought that the children, who should have been asleep,

light came on with a click on the switch, Sasha stood at the entrance and discovered her

Oh my God!

instant, she heard a childlike whimper, “Mommy, you’re finally

let out a loud sob and ran

ached at the sight of

My precious daughter.

knelt down and hugged her little darling daughter. “Yes, I’m

Mommy, please don’t leave

cried and claimed that she had

raced down her cheeks. She clung on tightly to Sasha with her small arms, as though she was afraid

reddened, and she

to her chest. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to slap herself

What have I done?