Where Was August Rush Filmed?

CAMILLA As if being used by Rico for his club business wasn’t enough, he sold me to Nighthaven’s billionaire, the untouchable AUGUST CHILDE. August Childe is dangerous in ways money can’t hide. He is intense, possessive, and beautifully broken. He lives with bipolar disorder, a mind that swings between control and care. I should be afraid. Instead, I’m falling. And loving him might cost me the last piece of myself I still own. AUGUST She’s a goddess. That’s the only word that fits. I want her—desperately, irrationally—but how does someone like her survive someone like me? I want her, but I have a fiancée forced on me by my family, and my family would rather destroy this goddess than tarnish our legacy. I want her. And I don’t know how, or if I can stop. Sold into South Nighthaven’s underworld, Camilla survives years of exploitation before being claimed by August Childe—the untouchable billionaire heir whose power hides a dangerous truth: a bipolar disorder he has never learned to control. What begins as captivity ignites into a forbidden, consuming love complicated by his fiancée, a woman forced on him by his family, his family’s ruthless legacy, and a mind constantly on the edge of unraveling. When August chooses reputation and almost marries his fiancée, Camilla walks away carrying his child—only to be dragged back into the darkness she barely escaped. It is only after losing Camilla that August dismantles the empire that owned her, confronts his illness, and abandons the life that taught him love was disposable. Love offers them a second chance—but only if August chooses healing over control, and Camilla decides whether trusting the man who once let her go is worth the risk of losing herself again.

**PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS BOOK IS CURRENTLY BEING EDITED AND REVISED*** Dragged to a ball where the country's most eligible bachelor is rumoured to be choosing a wife, Elizabeth wanted to be anywhere but here. Knowing her mother was counting on being tied to the Dereon's, the country's most powerful family, she decides to put her best foot forward. But with no one even knowing how August Dereon looks, how will the night go? August Rain is filled with a roller coaster of emotions and storylines. From betrayals to murder and pregnancy - and a mafia subplot, get your fill of Dragonfly and Mr Dereon in this sweet romance novel. *Book 1 of The Mafia Trinity Series of Novels*

"My beautiful Clara... now you know who I really am. You don't think I'll let you go that easily, do you?" ****** Clara Hart was never a damsel in distress that needed saving. She was the heroine herself-independent, strong and hardworking. When she met Xane through an online dating app, he turned out to be an average decent man, like she had expected and wanted. She had fallen in love with his normality. Yet, Xane Harding was far from average. He was a tech genius and a mysterious billionaire that no one knew his existence of. And when Clara discovered his pack of lies, she was heartbroken. Xane had never wanted something so bad as he had wanted Clara. So this time he pursued her, showing her who he really was. With no lies. And there was no holding him back.

Soon after I came back to the country, someone slapped me right across the face in broad daylight, yelling that I was a mistress. A crowd of reporters closed in, pelting me with questions about whether Chandler Armstrong, CEO of Armstrong Industries, was keeping me as his mistress. I was stunned speechless for a moment, but then I pulled out my wedding photo with Chandler from seven years ago and held it up. "What are you talking about? I'm his wife!" The crowd went silent, and the woman who'd slapped me turned white as a sheet. Only then did I finally get it: while I'd been overseas, Chandler had been openly involved with an actress, and everyone in his social circle had already decided she was the future Mrs. Armstrong. Today, they all came expecting to confront a mistress—only to find out that I was actually his wife. Later, Chandler tried to justify it. "Alina, you've been out of the country for years. I'm a man, and I have needs. She's just a B-list actress; it's not like she threatens your position. Why should you be upset? Just let it go," he said. "Don't make a scene." I handed him the divorce papers. "You make me sick."

The scholarship student, Izzy Waite, whom Craig Green had been funding, decided to seek some thrills by engaging in group intimacy in the open sea. They messed around in a way that drew blood and unintentionally attracted a shark. I risked my life to drag her back to shore. Once we made it to land, I warned her the ocean was full of bacteria and that she should get a check-up, just in case. She nodded and pretended to listen. However, the moment I turned my back, she ran to Craig, claiming I’d slandered her reputation. She even threatened to throw herself back into the ocean in some dramatic attempt to end it all. Craig was furious. Without giving me a chance to explain, he shoved me into the mouth of a massive, still-living shark. I beat against the inside of that monster’s stomach, screaming for help. The fishermen on the beach panicked at the sight. “Mr. Craig, please. This’ll kill her!” Craig simply held the weeping Izzy in his arms and sneered. “I heard people can survive inside a shark for a whole month. Doesn’t she love studying marine biology? Now, she can do some real research from inside.” Trapped in utter darkness, I curled up, gently cradling my belly. “Baby, this time, Mommy can’t protect you…” One month later, Craig finally came to gut the shark himself and bring me home. Unfortunately, all he found on the wind-swept shore was a skeleton.

After an unexpected miscarriage, I left my ward in search of Victor. I saw him inside the doctor’s office. Just as I was about to knock on the door, I overheard their conversation. “Give my wife a hysterectomy. I don’t need her to bear me any children.” Victor Gayes pulled the woman beside him to face the doctor, his hand rubbing her belly. “The baby inside her belly will be my only child. You must protect it no matter what.” I knew the woman very well. She was Victor’s secretary of three years, Rachel Aniston. Victor reminded the doctor again and again, sternly and anxiously. “You have to give her the best medicine. I won’t allow anything to go wrong with this baby!” I pulled my hand back, all my blood running cold. To think Victor would do something so heartless to me, just after I lost our baby. To think my faith in him would become a dagger, stabbed straight into my heart. If love had another face, it would probably be letting these feelings go with a smile.