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!

shots, once the director had called “cut,” Sabrina swiftly turned on her heels, deftly retrieving her down jacket and slipping it

depart. But do remember to come to my residence

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

“Yes.”

wig, meticulously attending to her appearance, and then

with fatigue, his shoulders and back ached with discomfort and exhaustion had permeated

backrest, he massaged his forehead, gently closing his eyes to steal a moment’s rest. Suddenly, his phone emitted a

his narrowed gaze Locked onto the screen. His fist clenched and

his phone was an image of a

was engulfed by a tempest of rage and envy. His gaze fixated on the man in

Sabrina was currently engrossed in filming, occupying