Ethan’s Point of view:I stepped into my grandfather's office, the familiar scent of leather and old books enveloping me."Ah, Ethan, good morning," Grandfather said, his eyes twinkling behind wire-rimmed glasses."Morning, Grandfather," I replied, taking a seat.He leaned back in his chair, a hint of curiosity on his face. "So, tell me about last night. How was your date with Emma?"I smiled, recalling the evening. "It was pleasant. We had a great conversation."Grandfather's eyes sparkled. "And? Is she the one?"I hesitated, unsure how to respond. Emma was smart and graceful , but something held me back."Grandpa, it's too soon to tell," I said.He leaned forward, his expression serious. "Ethan, I want you to consider Emma as a potential partner, not just romantically but also in business. She comes from a reputable family and has impressive connections."My mind began to whirl with the implications. Was Grandfather suggesting a merger between our companies?"Grandpa, you're th
Sarah’s Point of view: Rachel, my lawyer, called to update me on the divorce petition. "Sarah, the petition has been served to Alex," she said. I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of emotions. "Oh, okay, what comes next?" I asked. "Well, Alex has a limited time to reply, usually thirty days," Rachel explained. "And if he doesn’t respond, the court will grant a default divorce and dissolve your marriage immediately." I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. "Okay then, let’s hope for the best." "Will do, Sarah. Take care." I hung up, releasing a breath. It’s almost over I told myself Time to start my day. I started my day by taking Titan for a walk. The fresh air cleared my head. After our walk, I filled Titan's bowl with food and cooked a simple lunch for myself. With my hunger satisfied, I tidied up the living room. I brought out a fresh canvas and began a new painting. My brushstrokes flowed effortlessly. Just as I was getting l
Sarah’s Point of view:As we stepped onto the tarmac, the jet's stairs unfolded.I froze, my eyes fixed on the sleek aircraft."Ethan, this...this is your plane?" I stammered.Ethan chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement."Yes, it's mine," he replied, leading me aboard.I couldn't believe it.A private jet?This was a whole new level of luxury.Ethan led me aboard, into a luxurious cabin.Soft leather seats, polished wood, and crisp linens surrounded us.A flight attendant greeted us with a warm smile."Welcome, Mr. Grey and Ms.Can I offer you a drink?"Ethan requested champagne."Ethan, I...I didn't know you had a plane," I said, still in awe.He smiled, helping me into my seat."I've had it for business purposes, mostly," he explained."But I also enjoy using it for personal trips."I shook my head, grinning."Of course you have a private jet," I teased.Ethan laughed, pouring champagne."It comes in handy," he said, handing me a glass.As we settled in, I couldn't help b
Sarah’s Point of view: As we leveled off, I gazed out the window, watching the clouds drift by. Ethan joined me, his shoulder brushing mine. "Milan's going to be amazing," he said. "I've got a few surprises planned." I smiled, feeling excited. "I can't wait." Ethan's phone buzzed, breaking the moment. He glanced at the screen, his expression turning serious. "Excuse me for a minute." He stepped away, taking the call. I took the opportunity to collect my thoughts. Being around Ethan made me feel alive. But I couldn't shake off the feeling. That I wasn't ready for whatever this was. Not yet. The flight attendant interrupted my musings. "Can I refill your champagne, Ms.?" I nodded, smiling. “Call me Sarah” “Okay, Ms Sarah.” "Thank you." As Ethan returned, his eyes locked onto mine. "Everything okay?" I asked. He nodded. "Just work" We chatted effortlessly until the pilot announced our descent. As we began our approach into Milan. I fe
Sarah’s Point of view:As soon as we disembarked from the car, we settled into the plane. But it didn’t move. I wondered why we hadn’t taken off yet."Why are we still on the ground? Is there an issue with the plane?" I asked.Ethan replied, "No, we're waiting for someone.""Oh," I replied, curious.A few minutes later, a gorgeous woman embarked. My eyes widened as I took in her stunning appearance. Tall and slender, with curves in all the right places. Her dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Her siren-shaped hazel eyes sparkled with confidence. She was clothed in designer attire - a fitted Chanel suit, Louboutin heels, and a diamond necklace that gleamed in the light.The woman's presence commanded attention. I felt a pang of jealousy, surprising myself. Why would I feel jealousy? Who was this mysterious woman? And why were they waiting for her?Ethan stood up to hug her. "Emberly," he said, warmth in his voice."Darling," she replied, giving him a kiss on his cheek.
Sarah’s Point of view: It was well past midnight when we finally landed in Manhattan. The city lights twinkled below us, a beautiful sight after our long flight. As we stepped out of the plane, the cool night air enveloped us, a refreshing change from the warmth of Milan. Ethan turned to Ember. "I'll drive Sarah home. You can take the car, Emberly." Ember nodded, smiling. Then, Ember suddenly dragged me into a tight hug. "It was nice meeting you, Sarah," Ember said, her voice warm. "Can I have your number?" Ember asked. I smiled, feeling a connection with Ember. "Yeah, sure," I replied, sharing my number. Ember grinned, typing it into her phone. "I really enjoyed your company," Ember said. "Me too," I replied, meaning it. Ember released me from the hug, and I saw Ethan watching us with a smile. "Take care, Sarah," "You too, Ember." I replied. Ethan's driver helped Ember into the car, and she waved goodbye as they drove off. Ethan turned to me. "Let's
Sarah’s Point of view:I woke up to Emily bouncing on my bed."Sarahhh, it's morning! Come on, spill the tea!" Emily exclaimed.I groggily opened my eyes, rubbing the sleep away."Ugh, Emily, it's too early," I protested."No, it's not!" Emily countered, laughing.I sat up, yawning.Emily's eyes sparkled with excitement."Tell me everything!" Emily demanded.But before I could speak, Emily's gaze landed on the shopping bags on the floor.Her eyes widened."Ooh, shopping!" Emily squealed.She dived into the bags, pulling out dresses and accessories."Oh my goodness, Prada! You went all out!" Emily exclaimed, holding up a luxurious Prada gown."Try it on! Try it on!" Emily begged.I laughed, shaking my head."Later, Em. Coffee first."Emily pouted but continued exploring the bags."Tell me about Ethan," Emily said, eyes sparkling.I blushed."Later," I teased.Emily grinned."I'll get the coffee. You get ready to dish."Emily skipped out of the room, leaving me to get out of bed.
Ethan’s Point of view: "Yo, Ethan, what's going on with you?" Cameron asked over the phone. "Grandpa's still on my case about settling down," I replied, pacing around my room. "Still about the CEO chair, huh?" Cameron said. "Yeah, remember the list of potential girls that he expects me to pick one from ," I asked “Yeah, I remember” “Well he is diligently following it, Today is for the second girl.” I said "Sounds like a setup," Cameron noted. "Tell me about it," I agreed. "So, who's the next one on the list?" Cameron asked. "Sophia Richardson. Family's got tech connections," I said. "Not bad. What's she look like?" Cameron asked. "Hot," I replied, scanning her profile. "But?" Cameron prompted. "Don't know if we'll click," I said. "Just be yourself, man," Cameron advised. "Easier said than done," I muttered. "Come on, Ethan. You're a catch. You'll figure it out," Cameron said. I grunted. "Thanks, Cam." "We'll grab drinks after your date, and you
Sarah’s Point of view:The next morning, I woke to a gentle knock on my room door."Who is it?" I called out."It's Albert, miss. Breakfast is ready," came the reply."Okay, I'll be down in a bit," I responded.I quickly had a refreshing bath and freshened up, feeling invigorated. Then, I made my way down to the grand dining room.As I entered, I was greeted by the warm smiles of Vivienne, Kimberly, and Emberly, already seated at the table."Good morning, Sarah!" someone said.I took my seat beside Emberly, who poured me a steaming cup of coffee."Sleep well?" Vivienne asked, passing me a plate of fluffy pancakes."Yes, thank you. Your home is so peaceful," I replied.Kimberly nodded. "We love it here. There's always something to do, but it's also perfect for relaxation."Emberly handed me a basket of freshly baked pastries. "Try one of these, I made them myself."I looked around and saw no sign of Emerald.“Where’s Emerald?” I asked“She’s still sleeping, she’s not a morning pers
Sarah’s Point of view: A phone ringing woke me from my deep slumber. I groaned, rubbing my eyes. Who was it? It’s too early. I checked the bedside clock. It was 12 pm. I had slept the whole morning away. Last night’s celebration with Ethan had ended late, with me stumbling into bed. The phone kept ringing. I picked it up. "Hey, girl!" Emberly's cheerful voice greeted me. "Hey, Ember," I replied, still shaking off sleep. "Where are you?" she asked. "I’m at home," I replied. "Get this, mum, grandma, Emerald, and I are going on a girls’ trip, and they want you to come!" Ember exclaimed. "Let’s make it a Grey girls’ trip by adding the soon-to-be Mrs. Grey! Isn’t that exciting?" I sat up straight in bed, surprised. "You guys want me to come along?" "Yes, it’ll be fun! You can get to know the family better." I hesitated for a moment, thinking of what to say. I couldn’t say no to Ethan’s mum and grandma, could I? "Sarah, are you still there? What do you say?" Ember as
Sarah’s Point of view:Wednesday afternoon, and I floated through the door, feeling euphoric. The divorce hearing had been a nerve-wracking experience, but the outcome exceeded my hopes.Ethan's concerned eyes met mine in the living room. I rushed into his arms, embracing him tightly."Hey, how did it go?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.I pulled back, beaming. "It's over," I said, barely containing my grin.Ethan's expression transformed into a warm smile. "It went well?" he asked, his eyes crinkling.I nodded enthusiastically. He patted the couch for me to sit."Tell me," he said.I took a deep breath, reliving the day's events."This morning, I met Rachel at her office to go over last-minute details. She reassured me to stay calm and not worry, hinting she had a plan."We drove to the courthouse, where Rachel's confidence steadied my nerves.As we registered our names and waited, Alex and his lawyer arrived. Seeing Alex was a shock; his swagger and smug expression brought bac
Sarah’s Point of view:It's a gloomy day and I woke up to the sound of raindrops hitting my window. The stormy skies outside perfectly mirrored my somber mood. I didn't feel like getting out of bed, and the thought of facing the day ahead felt overwhelming.As I lay there, tears began to well up in my eyes. Today was my parents' death anniversary, a painful reminder of the loved ones I've lost. It's been three long years since I last heard their laughter, since I last played chess with my dad. The memories still feel like a fresh wound.Titan, my loyal companion, sensed my distress and jumped onto my bed, trying to get me to play with him. But I wasn't in the mood. His playful energy was a stark contrast to my sorrow, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for not being able to shake off my grief.As I gazed out the window, the rain seemed to intensify, echoing the turmoil within me. I felt lost and alone, missing the warmth and love of my parents. The pain of their absence stil
Ethan’s Point of view:As we stepped into the crisp night air, the stars twinkling above, I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close."Tired?" I asked, glancing down at her soft face.She nodded, and I could sense the evening's weight bearing down on her.The drive home passed in comfortable silence, our hands intertwined.The diamond on her finger sparkled in the night light, and she turned to me with shining eyes."I love the ring, Ethan. It's beautiful," she whispered.My heart swelled with emotion as I gazed at her. "I'm glad you like it," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.I tightened my fingers around hers, the diamond shining brightly on her hand. "You look stunning with it on."Her chest fluttered, and her voice was barely audible. "Thank you, Ethan."I smiled, filled with admiration. "You were the real star of tonight. You got everyone to like you, even Grandpa was impressed."Her cheeks flushed, and she smiled up at me. "Thanks to you," she replied. "You prepar
Sarah’s Point of view:I met Grandpa Henry's gaze, his eyes piercing. "Your eyes, Sarah... they remind me of an old friend. Very green, just like his."I offered a polite smile. "Must be a coincidence, sir."Henry hummed, his expression thoughtful, before turning away.Ethan stood up, his movements fluid and silent. He raised his wine glass and knife, capturing everyone's attention."Can I have your attention, everyone?"The room fell silent, both our table and the guest table quieting to listen."Happy birthday to my grandfather," Ethan began, his voice filled with warmth. "Cheers to you, sir, for reaching this milestone age and for not leaving us. May you live longer."He smiled, his eyes shining with gratitude. "And thank you to everyone for coming to celebrate with us."Then, his gaze locked onto mine, and my heart skipped a beat."Thank you to my beautiful girlfriend, Sarah, for putting up with me and for coming to visit my family."Ethan's eyes burned with intensity, his voice
Sarah’s Point of view: Ethan guided me to the table, where two empty chairs awaited us, side by side. With gentlemanly charm, he pulled out a chair for me. "Thank you," I said, smiling. Ethan took his seat beside me, his hand brushing against mine. To my left sat Cameron, who flashed a warm smile. As soon as we settled, Albert rang a discreet bell, and the staff entered in unison, bearing the first course. "Dinner is served," Albert announced. The aroma of roasted vegetables and herbs wafted through the air, tantalizing my senses. Henry Grey, seated at the head of the table, smiled warmly. "Let's enjoy our meal together," he said, his voice welcoming. The room filled with the soft clinking of silverware and polite conversation. I glanced at Ethan, who gave my hand a reassuring squeeze under the table. I spied an old woman with gray hair in a tight bun seated at Henry’s right smiling at me. I smiled back politely and whispered at Ethan,”Who is she?
Sarah’s Point of view: I stood transfixed before the mirror, mesmerized by the reflection staring back at me. The stranger's fiery red hair and captivating features were unmistakably mine, yet utterly transformed. The navy blue gown hugged my curves in all the right places, its sculpted square neckline framing my face. The twisted waist detail accentuated my slender figure, while the dramatic long cape sleeves and subtle shoulder padding added an air of sophistication. A daring thigh slit added a touch of sass, balanced by the elegant maxi length. The invisible zip closure ensured a seamless silhouette. I paired it off with black strappy heeled sandals with diamanté chains. I looked like a goddess, radiating confidence and poise. "Stunning," Treyvon breathed, stepping back to admire his handiwork. Cianna nodded in agreement. "The dress was made for you." Brittany and Robin exchanged impressed glances, while Dylan smiled, satisfied with the wardrobe choice. "You guys t
Sarah’s Point of view:Today was Ethan’s grandpa's birthday, and I woke up with a splitting headache, courtesy of yesterday's wine tasting extravaganza. I groaned, feeling the familiar pangs of a hangover.As I sat up, flashes of yesterday flooded my mind – the wine, the laughter, and the kiss. My face heated up, and I couldn't deny the thrill that ran through me. Ethan's gentle touch, his soft lips... I had enjoyed it, no matter how much I wanted to pretend otherwise.But now, I needed to avoid him. Or at least, try to. Today was crucial for the contract, and we had to put on a united front. I flopped back onto the bed, dreading the thought of spending time with Ethan while his kiss still lingered on my mind.Just then, a knock on the door broke the silence."Hey Sarah, are you awake?" Ethan's voice called out.I hesitated before responding, "Yes, Ethan, come in."He walked in, and my heart skipped a beat. The memories came flooding back – his muscled arms, his gentle touch... I long