Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121 

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How come there’s always something stopping her from being a proper villain? 

Jonathan sized her up, a young girl, pretty, petite, with a slender figure, yet he wondered where she got the nerve to always be up to no good. “Why is it that every time I see you, you’re always doing something bad?” 

Quintessa feigned innocence, “Because I’m a villain, uncle. You better watch out.” 

Uncle? 

That sounded awkward! 

What followed was a scene between Quintessa and Jonathan, where after the modifications to their romantic and intimate scenes, what was left mostly revolved around intense confrontations. 

Queen Seraphina had fallen out of favor, despised by the King, who doted on the female protagonist, causing Queen Seraphina’s glory to fade. 

Their final face–off took place in the cold, abandoned wing of the castle. 

Stripped of her regal attire, Quintessa stood in simple cotton clothes, her face pale and weary, devoid of makeup. She asked the King, “Your Majesty, over all these years, have you ever loved me, even the slightest?” 

Jonathan, who played the King, stood outside the door, looking at Quintessa with a complex gaze, “Stay here and live out your days in peace. Do not disappoint me again, and I shall your safety for the rest of your life.” 

Quintessa’s eyes slightly reddened, yet no tears fell. She smiled miserably and sarcastically, “Life? Do I still have a life?” 

The fate of a disgraced queen was death, sooner or later. 

The King spoke coldly, “My words are all you need to believe.” 

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Quintessa looked at Jonathan, her voice filled with immense grievance, resentment, and a love she could not express, “I believed in you for ten years, but what about you? Is this how you repay me?” 

“That is the consequence of your own doing.” 

With those final words, the King turned and walked away. The doors closed behind him, and Quintessa’s figure disappeared in the scene. 

Their face–off was a true test of acting skill, full of emotional depth and complexity. Yet, they nailed it in one take. 

“Cut! That’s a wrap! Excellent job. Get ready for the next scene. Places, everyone,” the director called out. 

Quintessa came out in her costume, with Jonathan waiting for her outside. 

“Is Tyrone still around?” 

“He’s your nephew, not mine. How should I know?” 

Jonathan slowly said, “I advise you to pull out sooner rather than later. 

Quintessa stopped, her smile teasing, “Uncle, you seem awfully concerned.” 

“For your own good,” Jake replied. 

Quintessa retorted, “No, thanks. I don’t need it.” 

Quintessa didn’t have much of her part left. The director gathered her scenes, wanting her to quickly finish filming. 

That night’s shoot lasted until the wee hours of the morning. 

During a break, the crew had prepared some late–night snacks, like barbecue and such. 

Quintessa was about to dig in when Manny hurried over. “Quinn, here’s your late–night snack.”