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Darla's POV

The tension in the studio was already palpable when I started hitting the set. Spotlights were being repositioned, the gentle thrum of equipment sounded through the air, and crew members scurried about with coffee mugs held against one hand and clipboards against the other.

I was half-way to my position when a silky smooth voice, laced with forced sweetness, sounded in my ears.

"Well, if it isn't the flavour of the month."

It was Melanie. I recognized her annoying voice.

I stopped, pasting on a decent smile before I turned to address her.

She resembled something freshly stepped off the front of a high-end fashion magazine, red red-clad dress, diamond studs shining in the light, and heels that probably cost more than some individuals' rent for the month.

Her hair was nicely curled, but her eyes? They weren't matched with the smile on her mouth.

"Morning, Melanie," I answered bluntly.

Her eyes rolled over me, slow and assessing. "Having all the attention? Must be thrillin
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    Darla's POVMelanie and I walked back to the set in silence. Tension between the two of us was so dense, it could have been sliced with a knife.She gave me a sideways glance, a half-second smile curving her lips before it disappeared.Rolling cameras once more.I fell back into character, speaking my lines as if nothing had happened. Melanie did the same, although I sensed a stiffness in her movements.The director shouted, "Cut! That's a wrap!" and the crew prepared to shift equipment.Before I could even consider going into my dressing room, the director stood in front of me yet again. "Come on," he signaled, walking towards the door. "I'll see you to your car.""That's all right," I said."I want you to." The tone did not allow for argument.We stepped out into the crisp night air, which followed the heat of the theater. The noises of the crew wrapping up fell behind us."Listen," he continued, pacing beside me, "I've worked with actors a long time. I can spot when someone's caus

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    Darla's POVThe sting on my cheek burned like fire, but I didn’t even think before reacting. My palm connected with Melanie’s face, once, and then another slap, it was quick and sharp. Gasps rippled through the crowd, and the clicking of cameras intensified.She stumbled backwards, holding her red cheeks.The media loved this. I could see from the way they zoomed in, their lenses gleaming with every sleazy photograph.Shutter clicks were merely deafening, Melanie's clean gasp in synchrony."You hit me?" she started, flames in her eyes, hand once more raised.But before she could get to me once more, the director's firm hand went around her wrist. "That's enough!" His voice was stern, cutting through the din like a whip snap.Melanie tried to wrest herself free, her body backing away from me. "She hit me! Did you see? She hit me twice!" Her voice increased in volume, drawing even greater attention.I folded my arms across my chest, teeth gritted. "And you attacked me first, Melanie

  • DARLA FIN:THE HEIRESS'S WICKED REBIRTH   Set Drama

    Darla's POVThe tension in the studio was already palpable when I started hitting the set. Spotlights were being repositioned, the gentle thrum of equipment sounded through the air, and crew members scurried about with coffee mugs held against one hand and clipboards against the other.I was half-way to my position when a silky smooth voice, laced with forced sweetness, sounded in my ears."Well, if it isn't the flavour of the month."It was Melanie. I recognized her annoying voice.I stopped, pasting on a decent smile before I turned to address her.She resembled something freshly stepped off the front of a high-end fashion magazine, red red-clad dress, diamond studs shining in the light, and heels that probably cost more than some individuals' rent for the month.Her hair was nicely curled, but her eyes? They weren't matched with the smile on her mouth."Morning, Melanie," I answered bluntly.Her eyes rolled over me, slow and assessing. "Having all the attention? Must be thrillin

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  • DARLA FIN:THE HEIRESS'S WICKED REBIRTH   Nemesis

    Darla's POV“If anything feels off in this apartment, you tell me. Immediately. Even if it’s nothing.”“Yes, ma’am,” she said without pause.I took a bite of the toast. Perfectly crisp.“You’re good,” I said.“I try my best.”Then I waved her off. “You can go.”She nodded once and left the room, steps soft on the floor like she’d been trained to disappear.I ate in silence, thinking. The food tasted good, but I didn’t let myself enjoy it. There wasn’t space in my mind for comfort. Every morning now felt like walking into enemy territory.And just as I reached for my glass of juice, my phone rang.I saw the name.It was Richard.I didn’t move right away. I just stared at it. A part of me wanted to ignore it. Let it ring until it gave up.But I didn’t. I picked up. At least I wanted to hear what the anaconda had to say.“Darla," he called.His voice hadn’t changed. Still smooth. Still lazy. Still full of false calm.I didn’t answer right away.“I heard you won't pull out of the court ca

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