Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

“I have no idea, but dang, she’s a knockout – charisma for days.”

As the woman disappeared into the distance, the buzz of the crowd settled into a hush.

Miranda tugged at Jerome’s arm, her voice playfully whining, “Jay, what were you staring at? You must be beat from that business trip. Look at those bags under your eyes. Let’s Júst head home and get some rest, okay?”

Jerome’s lips curled, “It’s nothing. Let’s go.”

Miranda prodded further, “Why are you suddenly in such a good mood?”

Jerome glanced toward the exit, “Suddenly, the weather seems nice.”

A roguish grin spread across Jerome’s handsome, scholarly face. Suddenly, he felt this stagnant life of his might just start to get interesting. He was looking forward to it.

Settled in the back of the nanny van, Violet asked Quintessa, “How does it feel to be back?” Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Quintessa rolled down the window, stretching her arm out, feigning a look of ecstasy, “The familiar homeland, the familiar air – my blood’s boiling.”

The wind slipped through her fingers as if she could grasp it in her hands. Three years

ago, on the day she left, she had said she would return one day.

Chubby Violet, with twinkling eyes full of excitement, chimed in, “Don’t you just want to make a big splash?”

Quintessa opened her eyes, her captivating fox–like gaze was stunning beyond measure, “Exactly – a big splash.”

Exiled for three years, she had evaded the Young family’s countless assassination attempts. Now back in town, how could she not turn Emberbrook upside down? How else could she honor those she had longed for over a thousand nights?

Violet swallowed.nervously, thinking if there ever was a siren in human form, it had to be her. Violet patted Quintessa’s hand, “No rush. You’re my ace in the hole now. Rest up, and I’ll take you conquering.”

Quintessa smiled, “Sure, you make the plans.”

Violet was her agent, in her forties, and despite her plump and amiable appearance, she had the cunning of a tiger She had been in the business for ages, had a vast network, and was quite savvy.

The only pity was that she had left her old agency to strike out on her own.

Violet informed Quintessa, “Before you came back, I picked out a couple of scripts for your

one TV series and one movie. We’ll start with auditions for Fitch Frost’s new project. It’s

hot, palace–intrigue series. I’ve read the script, and the supporting role is perfect for you. If we nall this role and get the PR right, I guarantee you’ll blow up domestically. I showed your photo to Director Frost. He said if your face is the real deal, it’s a great fit.

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And there’s a film script. The role isn’t that major, but the director is Zachary Gardner, the wunderkind of the film world. Anyone who works with him is A–list, with killer box office draw. Even Just a cameo in this flick could be huge for us.”

Quintessa nodded. She knew her path wouldn’t be smooth when she decided to return. Her battleground was set. What remained was how she would fight.

Whether it was her career or the undying flames of vengeance in her heart. No matter how tough the road ahead, she wouldn’t turn back, even if it meant a battered and bloody path. Quintessa gazed out at the towering skyscrapers, her lips arching upwards. She was

back.