Stolen Scripts, Shattered Life

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nto my ear and made me feel sick. I looked at

needed to test him. I needed to be wrong. "I had

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He's my personal doctor, he'll take care of you. I can't leave

smissing me. A concussion, and he was

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astation was a physical weight, pressing down on me, ma

up outside a bar he' d always described as "too pretentio

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mb. He was with a group of industry types

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ed. "So the marria

Ethan bragged. "She just sits in her little room, writing these brillia

mused, joined in. "And you ju

nife in my chest. "Sabrina is the love of my life. Always has been. She gets the career, th

, the man who had "saved" me, had orchestrated my ruin. My life, my