The Unwavering Heart That Broke novel Chapter 63

Nathalie held her phone tight, a slight smirk curling on her lips.

So this was Madonna’s version of sincerity. She’d agreed to every term. Just like that, the job that had been stolen from Nathalie was back in her hands. Not bad. They really meant what they said.

Nathalie let out a slow breath, forcing herself to keep smiling. “Alright. Tomorrow works for me.”

“Perfect. I’ll wait for you,” the director replied before hanging up.

She wiped a hand over her face, trying to hide her mixed emotions. When opportunity knocks, you answer. This was supposed to be her job from the start.

Damaris peeked at her, realizing Nathalie had stopped crying after the call. “Hey, what’s going on?”

Nathalie’s smile grew. “Remember the job I lost? I got it back.”

“No way!” Damaris squealed, hugging her. “That’s awesome. That jerk stole your job, and look what happened. Guess she couldn’t cut it and they kicked her out. So what if she has some loser backing her up? She has zero talent but always wants to steal from others. Ugh—she’s the worst.”

Damaris didn’t hold back, letting all her anger out at Felice.

“Keep going,” Nathalie said with a grin. “She deserves every word.”

***

Felice stared at her phone, stunned by the call. She’d just been told she wasn’t right for the role and, since the contract wasn’t final, the deal was off.

Disbelief clouded her face as she hung up and quickly punched in another number.

It rang through to Floyd, the studio boss. Felice didn’t bother hiding her irritation. “Didn’t someone from Lance’s side tell you? That part was mine. Why’d you take it away?”

Floyd laughed awkwardly. “Felice, this order came straight from Lance’s mom. I just run a small business—I can’t go up against Madonna.”

Madonna? Since when did she care enough to get involved?

Lance motioned her over. “Tell me… which eye saw Nathalie kick Jasper?”

Her face turned ghostly pale. She started backing away, mumbling, “I… I’m not sure anymore.”

“Farr.”

Without hesitation, the bodyguard stepped forward, grabbing her by the collar and dragging her toward the door.

The maid started to scream, but someone quickly muffled her.

Out in the back garden’s greenhouse, Farr pulled her inside, flipping open a sharp knife.

“If you lie, you lose a finger,” Lance said, lounging against the doorframe, idly flicking a lighter in his hand.