Cillian Murphy 90s Novels & Stories

“Mia, please give me another chance! I’ve seen Judy’s true colors. Mike and Lily chased her out of the pack. I don’t want anything else anymore, I only want you…” I interrupted him, my tone eerily even. “I gave you 99 chances. You used up the last coupon when you made me apologize on Judy’s behalf. Leonard, I don’t love you anymore.” “No! I don’t believe you!” I paused, looked at his face contorted in grief, and continued, “I’m doing fine here. There’s no need for forgiveness coupons, no one to make me apologize for a mistake I didn’t commit, and no one who’d abandon me for another woman when I miscarried. I even got to taste seafood.

He started brainstorming names until, finally, he slapped his thigh and cried out, “Oh, I know just the man for the job! What do you think of Cillian Nolan?” Cillian Nolan—a veteran film virtuoso. A first-class actor from the National Academy of Film. A man in his sixties who had conquered the hearts of moviegoers and TV aficionados since the nineties through nothing but sheer talent in every movie and drama he took part in. He might have eased his way out of acting two years ago, but that did not mean he had lost his artistic prowess. Cillian would always command praise when he showed up.

Cassandra adjusted the collar of her blouse for the third time that morning, her fingers trembling slightly even though the office was warm. She had barely touched her coffee, the bitter taste still on her tongue from a rushed sip, but her heart wouldn’t stop pounding. It had been three nights. Three nights since she slipped out of a hotel room without saying a word. No name. No goodbye. Just silence and the echo of her heels clicking down the hall like a retreating heartbeat. It was supposed to be nothing. A mistake. A secret. A moment of weakness.

The second he saw me glance up, something dark flashed across his face. He strode straight toward Kael. “Are you insane? You think if you recreate the old trick, she’ll suddenly look back?” Then he swung. They crashed into each other so hard that the roses scattered across the pavement. “I’ve never seen anyone more shameless,” Kane spat. “Thirty years old and still playing the pathetic third man outside another woman’s gate.” Kael hit back just as hard. “Third man? Selene was with me for nine years. If she hadn’t lost the pup in that crash and if her body hadn’t been damaged after, I never would have let Lyra keep the child.”

I looked into his eyes — those beautiful eyes — and asked one last time, "Do you still love me?" He laughed like I'd said something funny, came back over, patted my head, and answered without missing a beat. "Of course I do. Don't overthink it. I'll be back tomorrow. We'll celebrate our anniversary then — I already made a reservation." He sounded so sure of himself. I nodded. "Okay. I'll wait for you." For the first time in nine years, I lied to him. I turned and started walking back to my room. But Jason — who had been in such a hurry to leave — was still standing by the door. He hadn't moved.

The man before her was tall and well-built, wearing a perfectly tailored shirt with the collar slightly open, revealing an elegant collarbone. He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, deep pupils like cold stars, a straight nose, and thin lips curved in a subtle smile, giving him both a handsome and carefree appearance. But Zoey wasn't amazed by his good looks—this man was none other than her high school classmate, a friend she'd once been very close to. Lucas looked shocked, studying Zoey's face repeatedly before daring to confirm. His voice was filled with surprise, “Wait, Zoey…? How did you end up in Milan?"

I gave a soft, bitter laugh and slowly slipped our documents back into my pocket. “This makes ninety-nine.” “What?” “This is the ninety-ninth time we’ve tried to get our marriage registered.” I turned toward the subway entrance. “And the ninety-ninth time you’ve left me hanging because of him.” I heard her heels stop on the pavement, then suddenly start running after me. “The first time, you bailed on our trip because he was on the night shift and scared of the dark. You took a red-eye flight just to be with him. “The second time, we were practically at the door of the courthouse. You heard he fainted from overwork and left me standing in the snow alone for an entire day.”

Shockers . It was Sean. “Ten Billion.” Then we shifted our gaze to the right. It was Master Luis. That action hall belonged to them, right? “100 Billion,” Sean said. My eyes widened. Oh no, they’re playing with money for my best friend. What’s happening to them? Even their secretaries were already waiting beside the stage. “1 Trillion.” Oh my god ...! Sena!

Her smile was facetious. Cillian laughed as Michael coughed. “That’s why I like you!” He turned to Quinn who was sitting quietly trying not to be noticed. “And this must be Quinn…” Her eyes came up to ones that matched Reese’s. Cillian was a very handsome older man with silver touches to the sides of his black hair, slicked back, perfectly groomed in an impeccable tux. “…I’ve just heard a lot about you, my dear…I’ve never seen my son so animated.”