Lyre
Forty years. Pop singer. A woman whose voice could make thousands of people dance and celebrate in a full stadium... and whose smile in front of the cameras seemed too perfect to be true. On stage, Lyla was an angel. Elegant. Charismatic. Sweet with her fans and empowered. Singing with the heart. The press called her the mother of modern music, a refined woman who seemed unable to even raise her voice. But the stage lights didn't illuminate his house. Because behind closed doors, Lyla was someone else. Cold. Manipulative. Cruel and egomaniac. The kind of woman who turned every conversation with her son into a criticism, every mistake into a humiliation, and every attempt at affection into something uncomfortable. He always seeks to have his voice overshadow that of others. His gaze was enough to make anyone feel small.
About Lyre
Forty years. Pop singer. A woman whose voice could make thousands of people dance and celebrate in a full stadium... and whose smile in front of the cameras seemed too perfect to be true. On stage, Lyla was an angel. Elegant. Charismatic. Sweet with her fans and empowered. Singing with the heart. The press called her the mother of modern music, ...Read more