“You look stunning today, Miss Sanders,” Steven complimented sincerely, his tone free of any ulterior motives, just pure admiration.“Thank you,” Sarah replied with a polite smile.“Miss Sanders, please get in,” Steven said, holding the car door open for her like a gentleman.As she walked over, she asked, “Were you sent to pick me up?”Steven waited for her to settle into the backseat before replying, “Yes, Zachary asked me to. He’s stuck talking with the old man and couldn’t make it himself.”Closing the door, Steven got into the driver’s seat.“Thank you,” Sarah said warmly.At the grand St. Ritz Hotel, the most prestigious banquet hall had been reserved for Zachary’s birthday celebration.The event was grander than any previous gatherings, including Lucy’s birthday party, which paled in comparison. Being Zachary’s birthday, the guest list consisted of high-profile individuals—some drawn by the Reynolds family’s reputation, others by Zachary himself.Unmarried and without a
The soft melody of "Free As A Bird" floated through the grand ballroom, where a pyramid of crystal champagne flutes sparkled beneath the chandeliers. Young women in designer evening gowns mingled and laughed throughout the space.Under the spotlights, their jewelry cast dazzling reflections across the room.In a quiet corner stood Sarah, wearing a sleek black velvet gown that hugged her curves. As one of the century's most distinguished formal wear designers, her dress perfectly embodied the fusion of elegance with modern sophistication.She wore minimal jewelry - just a single emerald pendant that added a subtle touch of refinement.Beside her stood Mia in a flowing princess ballgown, holding a plate of petit fours. Despite being one of the event's hostesses, her eyes betrayed an unsettling anxiety and nervousness.Mia seemed to shrink into herself as faces passed before her in an endless stream. Though each wore a polite smile, she could only see threatening expressions, never k
Sarah maintained her composure throughout the tirade. "Are you finished?"She had heard far worse insults. These socialites were all the same, using their status to belittle others.She saw no point in engaging with such people.Her dismissive response only fueled the woman's anger. She shoved Sarah. "How dare you talk back to me?"Her entourage quickly chimed in, "Do you even know who you're talking to? This is Victoria Kourtney, daughter of Stellar Media's CEO."Stellar Media?One of the largest entertainment conglomerates on the East Coast, even more influential than the Chancer family. No wonder she acted so entitled.Sarah responded with subtle sarcasm, "I'm just a university psychology counsellor How could I possibly be acquainted with someone of your status?""Are you mocking me?" Victoria's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Let me make this clear! Don't think that just because you're pretty, you can do whatever you please. The East Coast elite isn't a circle you want to cross
"If Miss Kourtney and her friends continue spreading malicious gossip, I'll have to ask you to leave.""We're leaving,” Miss Kourtney snapped, quickly retreating with a dark expression.Sarah kept her head down, unsure how to face James or process what he had just said.She stared at the hem of her dress and her shoes, at a loss for how to react."Almost caused another scene. Are you alright?" James asked gently.When Sarah didn't respond, he called again, "Sasa?""Oh? Yes, I'm listening. I'm fine," she replied distractedly.Her thoughts were a tangled mess, growing more complicated the more she dwelled on them.What did James mean?"Why so lost in thought? The gala's about to start. May I have a dance with you later?"Sarah was still pondering whether Miss Kourtney's gossip would cause trouble for him."Sasa?" James emphasized."Hm? What is it?""I asked if I could dance with you later?""Yes," Sarah answered quickly.Wait, what had she just agreed to?She had been so
"You dance wonderfully too, Mr. Reynolds.""How's Mia?""She wasn't feeling well earlier, so I took her upstairs. I planned to bring her back down for the gala, but she fell asleep, so I came down alone." Then she'd encountered that situation.James's face showed concern. "I thought Mia had gotten over her fears.""She had been stable, but today there were too many people. She got overwhelmed," Sarah knew Mia was especially sensitive now.James looked at the top of her head, his thick eyelashes fluttering. "I really love the gift."He was also delighted to see the bracelet he'd given her on her wrist."You've already said that.""But I wanted to say it again."When their dance ended and they stepped off the floor hand in hand, those women were still glaring at her as if she'd stolen someone's husband.She smiled wryly. When someone had stolen her own husband, no one had looked at that person this way. Instead, they'd thought she was the ungrateful one.In the face of money a
That night, the Chancer household was in turmoil over a rumor Lucy had heard.She quickly turned her phone screen toward the three people at the dinner table. "Mom! James, Charlotte, look at this!"The screen showed a man and woman dancing, embracing as her dress swirled around them.Though many others were dancing around them, James immediately recognized Sarah and Zachary.His fingers trembled slightly as he silently sipped his soup.Charlotte noticed his reaction and remarked thoughtfully, "It's not surprising, really. They're always together anyway."Mrs. Chancer angrily threw down her utensils with a cold snort. "I've been saying all along - Sarah divorced you such a short time ago and now she's getting cozy with the Reynolds family. You never believed she was unfaithful during your marriage, and you still gave her eight million plus a house and car. Go get it all back!"When Mrs. Chancer mentioned money, Lucy glanced secretly at James, hoping he'd reclaim it - after all, t
Yet somehow, he had walked right past Sarah to his sister instead. While dancing, he'd seen Sarah's disappointed look but still avoided her. In fact, he had never once asked her to dance.But in this photo, he saw a vibrant Sarah, her black velvet dress hugging her elegant curves. Only the hand at her waist was jarring to see.“James? James, what are you thinking about?!"The repeated calls finally brought James back to reality. He looked at Charlotte in confusion. "What is it?""I said you should calm your mother down."James turned to his mother, who was glaring at him angrily. "Mom, I won't do it."Sarah avoided him like a mouse fleeing from a cat, especially now with Zachary constantly by her side."What's the use of talking about this! If you really care about my well-being, go get that money back! That's Chancer family money!"James remained silent and went upstairs.The gala wasn't even over when Zachary’ words had spread throughout the East Coast, leaving wealthy young
She constantly felt someone was out to harm her, seeing everyone as a threat.But Sarah sensed there was more to it than just the kidnapping."After Mia was kidnapped, I searched for a long time. When I finally found her, she was like that day she had her episode - completely unhinged, not even recognizing me. She was broken for days, crying in terror every night," Zachary explained.Sarah's brows furrowed. "What exactly happened? Was Mia..."Zachary gave a resigned smile. "No, nothing like that. She witnessed them torturing people, heard the screaming, saw blood everywhere. She told her therapist that when she closed her eyes, all she could see was blood - the whole world turned red. Later, she had a complete breakdown, was unconscious for days. When she woke up, she'd forgotten everything. But she remained sensitive. I know she never truly recovered."So that was it...No wonder Mia was so timid. "Mr. Reynolds, Mia's mind must have instinctively chosen to forget that incident.
This time she used subconscious therapy again, but without including herself in Mia's mental landscape.Melvin had offered his office for Mia's therapy sessions. Sarah dimmed the lights.With Mia settled on the couch, just like at the university, they began."Mia, close your eyes. Imagine you're in a vast desert, surrounded by endless sand. In the distance, a tornado rushes toward you.""You feel gentle breezes, warm sunlight on your skin. You're comfortable, just growing tired, so tired you sink into the soft sand..."Mia's closed eyes relaxed, her furrowed brow smoothing.Sarah continued softly, "Deep in the desert, you see a camel. It runs toward you. Is it seeking help or trying to attack?""Attack. It wants to attack me.""Good. But you dodge it. Then hunters capture you. You scream for help. Someone comes. Who is it?"Mia's hands clenched. "Sarah.""No, not Sarah. Someone else. Who?" Sarah pressed.Mia's arms trembled with tension, but she insisted, "It's Sarah."Sara
He needed to take that step, to show Melvin he could protect Sarah."Could you take Mia with you?" Zachary asked seriously. "Her condition is more stable when you're around."Sarah nodded. She'd wanted to bring Mia anyway but wasn't sure if Zachary would agree."Okay. Melvin says we're leaving tomorrow morning. Bring Mia early, I don't think he'll refuse." Though Sarah wasn't entirely confident.Zachary kissed her nose. "I haven't kept my promise yet. I said I'd talk to Melvin, but now you're leaving before I could."Sarah cupped his face in her hands, smiling. "Maybe he's rushing because he knows you won't give up.""Sarah, trust me. I'll convince Melvin." He wouldn't surrender."I know."Zachary gazed into her eyes with burning intensity. "Sasa…” He stopped himself, swallowing his words.Before Sarah could ask, his lips found hers.He held her tight, as if trying to merge her into himself. There was a metallic taste between their lips.Sarah lost herself in this ocean of
Tears sprang to Sarah's eyes. "Zachary! What are you doing?"He whispered against her ear, his voice icy, "Why didn't you tell me? Couldn't you even make one phone call? Did you want to leave me?"Sarah looked at him, helpless but determined. "No, I don't want to go."Zachary released her and walked to the bed.Sarah sighed with relief, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, her emotions in turmoil."Then why didn't you tell me?"Sarah turned away, whispering, "I was afraid I'd cry."Without seeing him, she could be strong and brave, fearless.But one look at him made her want to depend on him completely. She wasn't even sure she could follow her cousin's wishes anymore.Zachary held her tight, breathing in the fresh scent of her hair, unsure whether to smile or maintain his stern expression.Finally, his cold facade cracked. Seeing her lips still red from his earlier kiss, he leaned in again.Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck, heat rising from her throat to her face unt
That short distance felt like miles. Knowing it would be hard to see Zachary again after she left, Sarah turned and buried herself in his chest one last time, savoring the moment.Back home, Uncle Shawn had left. Melvin sat on the couch, his face cold. Seeing her, he gave a bitter smile, "I know he was upstairs."Sarah dropped the pretense and sat beside Melvin, cautiously asking, "Why do you hate Zachary so much?""Hate? No, I despise him. I'm sick of him." His calm tone barely contained the underlying fury.Sarah was confused. In her memory, Melvin shouldn't even know Zachary. Where did this hatred come from?"Why?" she pressed.Melvin poured himself some tea, his gaze distant. "Sarah, Zachary's dangerous. Being close to him puts you at risk. You should end it before you're in too deep. Otherwise, you'll regret it."Sarah shook her head in frustration. "You can't just say he's dangerous without explaining why."Melvin slammed the table. "No explanations. We're leaving tomorro
Outside the police station, James watched Charlotte emerge, exhaustion etched on his face.The revelation still stunned him. He'd suspected everyone - Lucy, his mother - but never Charlotte. He'd been too confident in his understanding of her, too certain her kindness was genuine."James," Charlotte's voice quavered, her eyes red-rimmed as she reached for him. He stepped back, irritation clear in his movements."Just get in the car," he said flatly.During the drive home, Charlotte couldn't bear his silence. "James, please. I never wanted to hurt Sarah. I just wanted to... I mean, nothing really happened!""Were you behind those social media posts?" His voice was ice."I only shared the truth," she dabbed at her face with a tissue. "I know it was wrong. I won't do anything like that again. Everything I did was because I love you so much."James kept driving, his jaw set, ignoring her words.That evening, Sarah's phone lit up with a call from Mia."Sarah?" Mia's voice trembled.
"I can't believe Sarah has this kind of influence!" Lucy paced her room, struggling to process the revelation. All this time, she'd dismissed Sarah as a gold-digger after her brother's money."An heiress? Really?" She scoffed. "I thought her inheritance went to Melvin when her parents died."James slammed his hand on the desk. "Have you learned nothing? First Zachary Reynolds, and now the Sanders family? You won't rest until you've destroyed everything we've built!"He massaged his temples, regretting his decision to sign her out of Pyschiatric Hospital. If he'd known she'd cause this much chaos..."They started it!" Lucy protested. "Making ridiculous threats about ruining us in minutes. I couldn't just stand there!""Enough!" James snapped, his patience finally breaking. Lucy recoiled at his tone, fleeing to her room.Alone in his study, James stared at his buzzing phone - the Garnetts again, undoubtedly demanding updates about Charlotte. As if the company's crisis wasn't enough
Sarah's nose tingled with emotion as she leaned against the window, laughing softly, "You're acting like we haven't seen each other in ages.""It's been three days. Haven't you missed me?""I already told you," Sarah paused, then added, "Yes, I have."She longed to touch his face, rest against his chest, hear his strong heartbeat, hold his warm hand.Instead, she could only press her hand against the cold window, unable to bridge the four-story gap to reach his outstretched palm."Can't reach," she whispered.Zachary opened the passenger door, pulling out a pink teddy bear, “Do you like it?”"It's lovely, but I can't get it," Sarah said sadly."Try finding some string," Zachary suggested.Sarah searched everywhere, first her room, then the bathroom, nearly getting caught. Finally, she found some string.She lowered it from the fourth floor and pulled up the tied teddy bear, feeling like it symbolized her own situation.She was the one tied up, with Melvin holding the strings
Sarah understood completely. Earlier attempts to help Mia feel safe - trips to amusement parks, movie theaters, and various entertainment venues with Zachary - had shown little success.Though Mia's condition had stabilized, Sarah had questioned her treatment approach. They'd attempted hypnotherapy several times, but touching deeper memories triggered either episodes or blackouts. She hadn't dared use any more aggressive methods."Psychological intervention isn't about completely fixing patients," Scott explained. "It's about subtle suggestions. Like solving a mystery - providing small clues until they piece everything together."Sarah nodded thoughtfully, "Professor, would recreating the traumatic scene be too triggering? Has this approach worked in other countries?""Never heard of success with that. Don't attempt it," Scott warned."I understand. Thank you, Professor." Sarah rose from her seat."Anytime. Keep in touch if you need more guidance."At the restaurant's private ro
Sarah pulled out a stack of papers from her bag - Mia's treatment reports.Scott looked through them briefly before setting them aside. "Jane mentioned this to me in M. Country. Mia developed psychological trauma from a kidnapping several years ago. That's not unusual. What's rare is her subconscious time-space disorientation when triggered.""Based on her condition then, she likely had no one to trust. After witnessing violent scenes, her subconscious protected her by blocking those memories. However, when triggered, she returns to that state. The difference now is your presence. I see from the report that you and Jane theorized it's perception disorder - when feeling unsafe, she pulls you, her most trusted person now, into past scenes. While possible, your treatment approach has a fundamental flaw - it's actually a paradox.""A flaw?" Sarah looked at Scott puzzled."Yes. If she had no one to trust after the kidnapping, yet under stress chooses to pull you into that scenario - don