NovelEnglishChapter 205 Jake's eyes lit up with delight at Citrine's words.
"Thank you, Obsidian." He pressed his hands against the seams of his pants and bowed repeatedly, gratitude tumbling out in waves.
Even as he left the room, Jake was still reeling from the shock of such unexpected good fortune.
Before coming here, he'd half expected Obsidian's promise from a month ago to be nothing more than empty words. After all, he was signed with Eclipse Pictures, and after the messy fallout between Obsidian and the company, it seemed almost impossible she'd actually cast him.
Yet he couldn't forget the way she'd walked away from Eclipse Pictures a month ago—her resolve, her refusal to compromise. In the end, he'd decided to take the gamble.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe never imagined she'd truly give him a chance.
That afternoon, after watching a parade of auditions, Citrine was fighting off sleepiness. The drowsiness clung to her until Jake's turn came. The moment he delivered his first line, Citrine's eyelids fluttered open; she straightened in her seat.
Jake had never played a leading man before, but there was no denying his talent and intuition. He'd studied the character of York inside and out.
Right then, he didn't just play York-he was York.
When the audition ended, Jake stood with his hands balled into fists, anxiously searching Citrine's face for any sign of approval.
Her silence dragged on, and hope slowly faded from Jake's eyes.
Just as he'd resigned himself to disappointment, Citrine turned to the director and flashed an "OK" sign.
She smiled. "Jake is York. The lead role is decided." Citrine's word was final on the Innocent set; the director respected every casting choice she made.
Joy crashed over Jake, leaving him breathless with excitement.
Choking up, eyes shining with tears, he bowed deeply to both of them. "Thank you, Obsidian. Thank you, director. I won't let you down-I'll give everything I have to this role." This was his first lead since entering the industry—and in a major production, no less. In that moment, Jake felt that every bit part he'd ever played was finally worth it.
With the lead cast, Citrine left to rest.
Night fell over the run-down neighborhood on the city's east side.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"You can't just decide my life for me!" Amelia Lawson's voice cracked as she broke down in sobs, clutching a kitchen knife to her throat. She glared at her father, Fabian Lawson, and her mother, Cindy Lawson-her eyes wild with desperation.
Not long ago, Amelia's younger brother had fallen from the stairs, hitting his head. The diagnosis: severe brain trauma, and a surgery that would cost over forty thousand dollars.
Fabian was a drunk with no steady job. The family scraped by on whatever Cindy managed to ear running a smaged running a small diner, and after years of saving, they'd only managed to put away ten thousand. They still needed thirty thousand more for the surgery. To cup with the money, Fabian and Cindy had conspired to marry Amelia off to the landlord's mentally challenged son, a man more than a decade her senior.
When Amelia found out, she snapped.
Now, seeing her daughter pressing a knife to her own throat, Fabian m He actually looked rattled. He rushed forward, voice frantic. "Amelia, put the knife down! Don't hurt yourself!" For a fleeting moment, Amelia saw a flicker of fear in her father's eyes and almost believed he cared.
But the next words out of Fabian's mouth struck her like a slap.
"Sweetheart, the landlord's coming by tomorrow with the dowry. If something happens to you now, how will Lexplain it to him?" Fabian's tone softened for once as he spoke, and while Amelia stood stunned, he seized the moment to snatch the knife from her hands.
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