Who Was Almost Cast In Breaking Bad Instead Of Bryan Cranston?

Sophie Beckett was the perfect wife. Quiet. Devoted. Unremarkable. Or so her husband believed. When Sophie discovers Adrian's affair, she doesn't cry. She doesn't beg. She simply smiles, pours herself a drink, and starts making plans — because Sophie Langham didn't spend three years playing a role just to fall apart when the curtain dropped. Adrian Beckett thought he married a simple girl. He has no idea who he actually married. And by the time he finds out, it will already be too late.

The second day after I was transferred back to Los Angeles, I ran into someone I used to know on a street corner. She stepped right in front of me, eyes going wide. “Mia? Mia Rossi? Why would you come back now? Dante's marrying Camille at the cathedral in a week.” Dante was my first love, and also the youngest heir to a mafia dynasty on this side of the Atlantic. He'd made me a promise once: that he'd make the entire Moretti family kneel and welcome me in. We had a deal: the day he officially took over as Don would be the day he married me. But his family had other plans. They arranged a match for him: Camille, a princess from one of Sicily's five great families. Pure bloodline, the genuine article. At first, Dante swore up and down she meant nothing to him. Less than nothing. Then I started noticing how he looked at her. Softer every time. Like he was falling. One night, riding home after a shift at the bar, Camille's car came out of nowhere and took me down. The gas tank caught, and half the block reeked of burning rubber and scorched metal. I was pinned under the wreckage, blood seeping from the back of my skull down my neck, warm at first, then cold. Dante was the first one there. He beat the ambulance. The first thing he did was walk past me. He crouched down, lifted Camille out of the passenger seat, and didn't look at me once, just dropped a few words over his shoulder: “I already called an ambulance. Hang tight. Camille's had too much to drink. I need to get her home.” That was the moment I was done with him. Completely, finally done. While he was gone, I discharged myself. I bought the farthest plane ticket I could find that same night and left without looking back. Five years passed. “Mia, you have no idea.” The woman grabbed my wrist, dropping her voice. “Dante spent years turning half of Europe upside down looking for you. You came back at the right time. He still keeps a seat for you every month on his birthday. Camille's too proud for a lot of things,

When Kaycie moved in with her cousin Brett she was trying to escape her abusive ex-boyfriend. She just wanted a fresh start from all the mental, verbal, and physical a***e that he had given her. What she didn't expect were his hot roommates. She was not looking for romance but it found her in the form of Darryn one of her new roommates. She is instantly attracted to him but with all the verbal from her ex-boyfriend, she believes that she is not good enough for him. She tries to keep her distance but Darryn makes it impossible for her. Darryn wasn't expecting much when Brett told him his cousin was moving in. He sure as hell wasn't expecting Brett's cousin to be a woman. When he saw her for the first time he knew he was in trouble. Kaycie was sexy as hell and he knew he wanted her right away. He and Brett had a reputation as bad boys but he wasn't. What he is, is the next mafia boss. He will gain the title as soon as he turns 25. He knows with her past that he has his work cut out for him to make Kaycie see that she is the woman he has been looking for. To him, she is his queen. What will happen when Kaycie's ex-boyfriend is released from jail and comes looking for her. He wants her back and wants to make her pay for putting him in jail. He believes that if he can't have her no one can. He knows no one can stop him since his father is one of the largest gang leaders on the east coast. What will happen when one of the largest gangs goes up against the biggest mafia family in the southeast?

​"They called him the Prison Boss —a bloodthirsty monster who ruled the cells and terrified the guards. And I was the rookie cop they threw to the wolves." ​Valeska wanted to earn her badge without her multi-millionaire father’s influence. But her bravery backfires when she’s assigned to Area 4—the personal kingdom of the notorious brutal prison boss, Dante Cross. ​She swore she wouldn’t break. She swore she would look the monster in the eye and show no fear. ​But pride comes before the fall. ​Cornered in the dark, the Prison Boss rapes her, shattering her courage and leaving her trembling, terrified, and bearing a scar that will haunt her forever. ​Worse than the pain is the look in his eyes. The amused glint he wore whenever she challenged or ordered him around is gone. In its place is a dark, cold, soul-wrenching gaze that freezes the blood in her veins. ​She thought it was a one-time nightmare. But as he looks down at her with that terrifying, absolute possession, she realizes the truth... ​He isn't done with her. This is only the beginning.

Getting drunk and asking the cute guy at the bar to pose as your fake boyfriend at your sister’s wedding? What could possibly go wrong… Not like he is a famous HOTTER THAN ALL HECK actor who is going to ask you to marry him so that he can get more time in the spotlight now that he is no longer relevant. Surely that won’t happen…

To defuse the bomb strapped to the hostage, I had no choice—I cut off all her clothes. My clueless new wife, Dana Poole, blasted it online. She cried as she faced me. "Why not at least leave her underwear on? You were saving her, I get it—but did you have to take everything? Doesn't a girl's dignity matter? With cameras everywhere, how is she supposed to live after this? You couldn't even cover her up?" The backlash exploded. The unit benched me to calm things down. So I stopped caring. I followed procedure, no improvising, no extra effort. Then one day, at the busiest mall in the city, Dana's mom got strapped into a brand-new linked bomb. This time, the whole unit panicked.