Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Observing the pained expression etched across Sabrina’s visage, Galilea reveled in an overwhelming sense of contentment.

How was it that Sabrina seemed to effortlessly secure her desires under Tyrone’s protective wing, while she, in her quest for a foothold within the elite circle, had to sacrifice her dignity to appease a cabal of elderly gentlemen?

Why did Tyrone readily accept Sabrina, unwavering even in the knowledge that Sabrina had given birth to a baby abroad?

Given Tyrone’s acceptance of that, Galilea pondered whether he would similarly embrace this.

Sabrina had naively believed that, by heeding her wishes, she would testify against the kidnappers. How stupid Sabrina had been!

swiftly turned on her heels, deftly retrieving her down jacket and

come to my residence early

a dubious glance Galilea’s way. “Don’t you require my

“Yes.”

her way to the dressing room to change, shedding the wig,

his shoulders and back ached with discomfort and exhaustion had permeated his entire being. Finally, respite

the chair’s backrest, he massaged his forehead, gently closing his

resting place, and his narrowed gaze Locked onto the screen. His fist clenched and he gnashed his teeth in

of a man intimately embracing a

envy. His gaze fixated on the man in the

arrived, bearing news from the sender that Sabrina was currently engrossed in