Romans & histoires Actresses Substitute

she said, her tone slightly resentful. Tania bit her lip, worried. “I'm afraid there may be problems. The company has invested heavily in this project. The boss will be happy to see that both the lead actress and the screenwriter are from Vox, but... it would be good if there was someone more suitable to replace Helena. Too bad no one passed the previous auditions. For now, we have no excuse to replace her.” Camila was silent for a few seconds. Then, slowly, her lips curved into a cold smile.

He raised a slim stack of receipts stapled together, “These receipts are for each procedure of a facial reconstruction surgery that this imposter went through to become Cassidy Owen.” “Wow, Ethan Harrington. Forging receipts is…” “Your surgeon is present so I'm pretty sure it's real and can give details,” he gestured towards a middle aged woman who inclined her head to acknowledge the fact. “So… if she isn't Cassidy, then who is she? And where is the real Cassidy?” Another director asked. “Ahhh, the best part. Permit me to share a brief story with you. The story of a lady called Claire Stone.” Cassidy went pale under her elaborate makeup. How… how did he find out?

But she must act like she didn't know about the file, or Nate will know about her plan. "Of course not. Why would I even do that?" Clerophine asked, pretending that she didn't know about that file. Well, in this case, Clerophine knows that at any moment, Nate will surely know about her plan for Eille, but she needs to keep her calm so she can pass this drama created by Huissen. "Yes, I am mad because Nate replaced me with you, but I won't do such drama to get back to my position," Clerophine said. Eille laughs. She does not believe her. Eille knows the devil she is,

I couldn't even search it on websites as papa banned me from using any electronic devices till the marriage take place. I gave a small smile to the make-up artist as she finished decking me up. Standing in front of the full length mirror, I couldn't recognize myself. I always loved minimal makeup which included only a lipstick and eyeliner. Nothing more or nothing less. But today I saw a different person in the mirror. White gown that trailed behind me, a beautiful tiara of diamond and earrings which dangled on my ears. The swell of my breast was prominent and decent as the gown fitted my waist perfectly. "You look beautiful, ma'am."

"I'm sorry, Lillian, but business comes first. This drama is unacceptable." Lillian looked at Sebastian, tears welling in her eyes. "We can't lose this. Our family depends on it." Sebastian placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, then turned to the head coordinators. "If I may," he began, his voice steady, "Lillian and her family have always acted in the best interest of this company. What happened today was unfortunate, but it shouldn't define their entire legacy." Ms. Delaney sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Sebastian, this isn’t just about today. It's about the ongoing instability."

"Bring in the stand-in!" A murmur rippled through the crew. From the sidelines, a timid young woman stepped forward. Her resemblance to Allie was uncanny, though her demeanor was far more reserved. Samuel gestured toward her and introduced, "Allie, this is your stand-in, Jessica Lane. She’ll handle the kiss scenes and any stunts deemed too risky." Jessica bowed slightly. "Hello, Ms. Brooks. I’m honored to work with you. Please guide me moving forward." Allie raised an eyebrow in confusion. She hadn’t been informed about the need for a stand-in, let alone approved one.

She had closed her book. "What did she say to you Irina." "Neo-" "What did she say." She had sighed. "Look, she was very.. Clear. About what this whole thing is and is not. She made sure I understood that Anna is the original and I'm basically the off-brand substitute holding shelf space until the real thing is back." She tilted her head. "Her words were a lot more elegant, but that was the gist." Neo's jaw did that tiny clench it sometimes did. "She said that to you."

The vicious recording on the phone played again. Kelly instantly turned as pale as a sheet, and the terror in her eyes could not be concealed. However, she continued to make excuses, trying to get away with her poor acting. "No... This isn't me! It's AI-generated! Naomi hired someone to do it! She just wants to frame me!" "Naomi is dead!" Mom screamed as she lunged at Kelly and grabbed her by the neck. "She's been dead for three years! You killed her! It was you!"

I was prepping the ceremonial cloak for our seventh mating anniversary. The front door suddenly banged open. My son rushed inside, tears streaming down his face. "The teacher yelled at me," he sobbed. He shoved the wrinkled drawing into my hands before burying his face in my shirt. I smoothed out the paper to see what the drama was about. It was a sketch of a faceless woman titled: The Substitute Mom. My heart stopped as I read the scribbles underneath. "Daddy said she is the backup."

She was terrifyingly breathtaking; the dress hugged her body in a way that highlighted her enchanting silhouette, and her hair and makeup brought out her regal features. "Damn! Is that really you?" I asked in total disbelief, my throat feeling dry. "Yes, Lander. It’s me," she replied, stepping toward me with confident strides and a defiant look in her eyes. "The wife who has to deal with a substitute husband like you." I looked at her, and at the mysterious glint in her eyes. In that moment, for the first time, I felt fear... I realized that the "temporary contract" I had planned might become the trap I’d spend the rest of my life in, and that I, the substitute husband, was about to be destr