Chapter 8
After Damian was discharged from the hospital,
he started showing up at the gate of my villa every day.
I called the security countless times, but they couldn’t get him to leave.
Seeing the heated discussions online about my proposal,
and Damian’s daily, unwavering presence outside my villa,
I canceled the evening party I had planned and decided to retreat into the set for some peace and quiet.
But on the first day at the new production,
some people started to stir things up.
The reason? The female second lead for this new drama had been suddenly replaced with Nora, a little–known actress from the film industry.
“Violet, long time no see.”
Nora walked up in high heels, her steps exaggeratedly delicate.
I shot her a sidelong glance. This woman, bouncing around like a clown, didn’t even deserve my attention.
While it was true that she was Damian’s affair partner,
the root of the issue still lay with Damian himself. As a woman, I didn’t want to make things difficult
for her.
But clearly, Nora didn’t think the same.
The first scene on the new set was a confrontation between me and Nora, the female second lead.
In this drama, my character, as the female lead, would endure endless bullying from the female
second lead.
The sharp sound of a slap echoed through the set.
The director hurriedly shouted, “Nora! What’s wrong with you? I told you to fake it, who told you to actually hit her?”
I hadn’t expected Nora to hit so hard, and I wasn’t prepared to dodge.
My right cheek instantly turned red, with swelling starting to form.
My agent rushed over to check the damage.
Upon seeing it, she was furious and pointed directly at Nora, cursing, “What the hell, you’re really trying to hurt her, you bitch. Wait till I teach you a lesson today!”
Nora, standing aside, started acting all pitiful.
“I just wanted to make the scene more realistic. I didn’t realize Violet wouldn’t cooperate with the side angle, so I accidentally hit her.”
“Sorry, Violet, it’s all for the scene. You should be able to forgive me, right?”
Seeing her fake act, my agent was even more furious.
I quickly stopped her, whispering, “We’ll settle this later.”
Then I turned to the head director and spoke,
“Since the slap has already happened, and we have a scene coming up where my cheek is red and swollen as I kneel in front of the ancestral hall, let’s film it all at once. No need to redo the makeup.”
Upon hearing this, the director, who had been standing awkwardly on the side, instantly looked at me with gratitude.
After all, on one side was the second female lead, pushed in by the elderly head of the Howard family,
and on the other was an actress highly respected in the industry for her acting skills.
As a small director, he couldn’t afford to offend either of them.
