a long, steady breath. When her gaze lifted again, everything abou
mprov, taking command of the
ich velvet, gliding through a lone, final waltz among the charred remnants of war. Each step l
director and producers watched in silenc
rough her spine. She faltered, all color draining from her face as a stifled, uneven breath tore fr
. He wasn't watching a performer anymore. He was looking at Alexandra herself-fata
struggling against the wind. The agony in her gaze slow
ge, that final glimmer of victory easing into the still hush of a story come to rest-a deep, m
f back. "Incredible!" he shouted, his voice charg
o applause, yet Declan stayed where he w
ing the lead from a single scene is downright irresponsible! We still ha
at him as though h
ble? Someo
to the lead investor, security w
lee. She understood Declan's game p
tent on backing your favorite, then bring her in for a comparison re
ly watch as Kaylee dipped into a polite bow toward the director
his hand snapping shut around her wrist like iron. "You'
g in her chest. "Oh? The two of you look awfully close. It's obvious you don't respect
unfiltered disbelief swe
n who once clung to every word he uttered, the
rsuading himself it was nothing mo
ding calm. "Are you seriously going to toss aside our wedding over a film? Kayl
d fiance. "You're meant to be my wife. An acting career doesn't suit y
ful housewife' nonsense? I hate to disappoint you, but my life's ambition isn't to sit pretty as your little trophy wife. I've already severed th
ile. "Trash finds its match. May you s
arrowed, his pu
etely lost her g
tured. He surged forward, his face contorting into somethi
ped. "Let me spell it out for you-the film's main backer is my un
at him, visi
ehind this project be Declan's u
director you'll quit and give the role to Joyce; then you come back and marry me. You'll live the
ce drifted through the hallway. "So... this is how you'
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