Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Roxanne’s face was swollen from the slap, and her mouth was split at the corners, with blood filling; her teeth felt like they were on the brink of falling out. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

After the scene ended, she glared at Quintessa with venomous eyes and growled, “Just you wait.”

Roxanne wanted to spit out a few harsh words, but the pain was too much, and just mouthing those few words nearly brought her to tears.

She hurried off with her agent to the hospital, frightened that the blow might have disfigured her beautiful

face.

Director Fitch wasn’t fond of Roxanne, to begin with. Even knowing that Quintessa had hit her on purpose, he still turned a blind eye and wanted to keep filming. Hollywood was always a cutthroat place.

Manny handed Quintessa a thermos, “Quinn, you holding up okay?”

Quintessa shook off her hand, “I’m fine, just a bit of a numb hand.”

Manny gulped nervously, whispering, “You were fierce.”

Quintessa flexed her right hand.

This skirmish was far from over; in fact, it was likely just the beginning.

A film set was a battlefield, and coming out on top was never easy.

There was more to come for Roxanne, she was the least of Quintessa’s concerns.

That night, Quintessa’s scene was with the lead actor playing the King, the famous Jonathan Winters, a 36–year–old cinema star who had taken a hiatus from the silver screen to return to television.

Jonathan was the epitome of handsome and sophisticated charm; his features were sharp and her eyes were a deep, brooding pool. His popularity with the audience was undeniable; with a slew of international awards under his belt, he deserved the fame as the ‘Movie Star Jonathan‘.

Rumors about his influential connections were rife, and though the media had spent over a decade trying to unearth his background, they had come up empty–handed.

Jonathan exuded courtesy and kindness to everyone, which earned him the reputation of being one of the nicest stars around. But Quintessa knew better; these kinds of men, who were seemingly warm on the outside, often harbored a chilling indifference within.

Otherwise, despite the many male and female stars who had tried to catch his eye, not one had managed to engage him in conversation for more than five minutes.

Their scene that night was an intimate one, with just a few sweet nothings followed by the drawing of curtains and lying down together.

As they lay side by side, Jonathan suddenly asked, “Was it intentional?”

His voice was captivating, as he always used his natural tone on set, and when he spoke, it was as if he were reciting poetry, which was enchanting and intoxicating.

Knowing exactly what he was referring to, Quintessa raised an eyebrow, “Yeah, it was intentional. Got a problem with that? If you do, keep it to yourself.”

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She had no intention of clinging to Jonathan for support. She could tell right away that he wasn’t one to warm up to easily, so why waste her time trying to impress him?

Jonathan smiled, feeling surprised by her frankness. She was different from the other actresses, different from any girl he’d ever met.

He said, “You know, it might not be a good look for a lady to be so combative. Men usually prefer a gentler touch.”

Quintessa loathed this patronizing tone; it reminded her of Sean, whom she couldn’t put up with. She turned to face Jonathan, who was only inches away, “Look, mister, whether I’m good or not is none of your business. After all, I’m not the one causing you any trouble, so why worry?”

Jonathan was lost for words.

He grimaced. Why did being called ‘mister‘ sound so irritating?

“Do you always have a barb ready for everyone?” he asked.