get back

s with a front-row seat to the drama. Leonard Johnson, the director with a personality bigger than Hollywood itself, was having

ellisa, let's not stir the pot just yet." That's my golden rule when dealing with dir

t of a hat, and presented it to Catherine with a charming smile. Now, I'm no therapist

na Jolie a run for her money, looked at me like I'd just handed her the key to

e day, one tissue at a time," I replied w

the tension like a hot knife through butter.

, and the makeup artist tried to figure out how

h, Killian – heir to the Anderson production, reportedly arrogant, undeniably rich, and, according

recovery. "So, word on the street is that Killian Anderson is like the James Bond of the film industr

t to the cover of GQ for breakfast, yet no paparazzi ever could capture that face of h

vivid imagery. "Have you ever tempt

a sly smile playing

like It was glued to my brain with h

dy. Thank god It was near my fvourite store. I strolled into the bustl

more piercings than a porcupine,

n his lips. I nodded, my unruly hair bouncing in agreement.

ext table. A group of caffeinated gossips were dissecting the latest Hollywood drama. And who wa

was eve

a polished diamond that screams, "Look at me, I'm rich, I'm powerful, and my te

details, and being the accidental eavesdro

like a VIP pass to scandal town," one person declared with a flouris

doing things just to mess with his rich and powerful dad

ry time a rich kid rebelled against their powerful parent by spending the night with

ounter, a knowing glint in his eye. "Got yoursel

king a sip. "A

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, I sat on my table

find o

n i

son followed

ws, so I did what I was best at - eave

ty?" someone asked, their eyes gleaming with the

t. The media is having a field day trying to unveil her like she's a masked superhero," another a

home. I glanced at my reflection in the coffee shop window – a mortal su

eal? What did h

s morning," she said, her voice dripping with the kind o

aginary lint off my leather jacket

ial gleam in her eyes. "Rumo

out my sip

rd the word lo

existed in the mouth of mortals. Please, th

e latest chapter of the Killian Chronicles. One stuntman swore she was a secret agent, ano

at. "She was wearing this killer pair of sneakers, like black wit