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!

the director had called “cut,” Sabrina swiftly turned on her heels, deftly retrieving her down

Sabrina, “You may now depart. But do remember to come to my residence early tomorrow. Awaken me a half-hour

a dubious glance Galilea’s way. “Don’t

“Yes.”

to change, shedding the wig, meticulously attending to her appearance,

been swamped with work for the whole day. His eyes throbbed with fatigue, his shoulders and back ached with discomfort and exhaustion had

gently closing his eyes to steal a moment’s rest.

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

phone was an image of a man intimately

tempest of rage and envy. His gaze fixated on the man in the photograph, a malevolent desire

sender that Sabrina was currently engrossed in filming, occupying the role of