No matter how grim Stuart's expression was, the play had to go on.

It all started at a movie premiere. A wealthy young man, from the moment he laid eyes on the actress on stage, was utterly smitten. His open-hearted pursuit, against her cool indifference, lit up the audience with intrigue and admiration.

Murmurs spread through the crowd.

"I swear, I'm gonna cry. The guy's totally lovesick."

"And she's just ice, isn't she? Turning down a catch like him."

"If I were as gorgeous as she is, I'd play hard to get too."

Stuart's brooding mood lifted slightly at the scene unfolding on stage.

But soon, the atmosphere shifted, the background darkening.

The old-money rules forbade the young heir from falling for an actress.

Family objections, society's gossip. Despite the negativity, the young man remained positive.

after

terrified cabby bolted, leaving chaos in

cool beauty, standing out against the backdrop of the war-torn debris, was a

rushed to her side, pulling her

the dust and disarray,

hand. Morwenna,

him Stuart, always there to

the audience, Stuart snapped his pen, its tip piercing his palm, ink staining his

of the car accident he'd engineered, not out of malice, but a misguided

he furiously cleaned the ink, his eyes

he got from Morwenna, their relationship, it was all based on a lie... A lie

you're not enjoying the play, we could switch to another performance." Stuart gave the stage a long, cold look before

principal wanted to say more but chose

youthful appearance, the weight of his presence was

the play that had previously been putting Mr. Hetfield to

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