Sabrina Auburn never dreamed that her humble life as a housemaid would thrust her into the glittering yet icy world of the elite Thompsons. Between the shadows, she secretly admired Benedict Thompson-the amazing, arrogant Billionaire and CEO of BMX Estates. For him, she harbored a secret crush-to him. But one stormy night changed everything. Benedict forced himself on Sabrina, igniting a scandal that shook both families to their very foundations. Sabrina was left humiliated and trapped in an arranged marriage orchestrated by Benedict’s mother, all to shield their family’s reputation. "How can I marry her? I don't even love her and I will never love her. You know my type, Mom." From that moment on, Sabrina became the target of Benedict's contempt.He refused to love her, hurled insults her way but Sabrina endured his bitterness and her unreturned love. Then came a staggering twist: a betrayal that threatened to dismantle the Thompson family’s empire, revealing Sabrina’s true lineage and a fortune that would forever alter the balance of power. Years later,Sabrina emerges stronger, fiercer, and wealthier than ever as the CEO of her global luxury bag empire, Sabrina Ultra. No longer the naïve girl once cast aside. But when Benedict finds himself confronting the destruction of his own empire, crossing paths with her once more, he is stunned by what he has lost: the woman he could never claim, the son he would never know existed. As Benedict fights for his last chance at regaining Sabrina's heart, Will she forgive the man who has broken her heart, or is it too late for a second chance? Is Sabrina really going to let Benedict know that he has a son named Saben, or is she keeping it locked away in her heart forever?
View MoreLeila crossed her arms. "Benedict, do you want the baby to be born in the back of your car?"Benedict turned pale. ".Mom, you're driving."They got Sabrina into the car as quickly as possible.Benedict sat behind her, holding her hand tightly as she clutched it with surprising strength. "You're doing great, baby. Just breathe. In, out—""IF YOU TELL ME TO BREATHE ONE MORE TIME, I SWEAR TO GOD—"Benedict swallowed hard. "Okay. Shutting up now."The entire drive to the hospital was wild. Sabrina's contractions were getting closer and closer together, and she moaned through all of them.Saben, sitting in the front seat, plugged his ears. "Mommy is scary when she is in pain."Leila stroked his head. "Welcome to childbirth, honey."They finally arrived at the hospital. Nurses and doctors were already standing outside with a wheelchair.As they rolled her in, Sabrina clung to Benedict's shirt. "You better not pass out on me, Benedict Thompson!"Benedict, sweats bullets or not, smiled. "I wo
As the evening wore on, Sabrina nestled against Benedict, observing their family and friends giggle and spin to the twinkling fairy lights. The house had never felt more festive.Saben hurried toward them, his small fists still bunched in a tight pink confetti ball. He grasped at Benedict's elbow. "Daddy, will she have princesses or dinosaurs?"Benedict grinned, dropped down on one knee next to Saben's row. "Why decide? Perhaps she'll be a wee princess warrior who loves tea parties and dinosaurs."Saben's eyes widened in excitement. "Whoa… that is so cool! I'll show her all about dinosaurs! And—and I'll let her play with my toy T-Rex!"Sabrina smiled, tousling Saben's hair. "You'll be a wonderful big brother."Saben smiled proudly. "I know! But, Mommy, does the baby hear us?"She placed his small hand against her belly. "She does. And I think she's waiting for you too."Saben breathed deeply as if listening to the expected reply of the baby. "Hello little sister! Your big brother Sabe
Benedict froze.Saben laughed once more. "Daddy, your face is silly!"Benedict groaned yet again, rubbing his temples. "I totally walked into that one."Sabrina' smile suddenly took on a false sweetness. "C'mon, sweetie pie?"Benedict sighed dramatically, then leaned in and kissed her nose. “Fine. Anything for my pregnant queen.”Saben cheered. “BEST. DADDY. EVER!”Benedict pointed at him. “You say that now, but wait until you’re the one running late-night errands for your pregnant wife in the future.”Saben gasped in horror. “No way! I’m never getting married!”Sabrina and Benedict exchanged amused glances.Sabrina grinned. "Let's definitely do that in ten years."And with that, they hugged on the couch, laughing, hearts full of love and happiness—ready for whatever adventure life had in store next.Six months had passed, and the Thompson household was humming with excitement. Sabrina's belly was round lovely, and she beamed beautifully, blissful as she and Benedict waited to count d
It began quietly enough, at least at first—Sabrina would make a passing comment about a dish she hadn't considered in years. Then it built.And now, at precisely midnight, Benedict was sleepy with half his eyes shut, in the kitchen, clinging for dear life with one hand to a jar of chocolate spread and the other wrapped around a bag of oranges.Sabrina sat on the counter, kicking her legs, clutching a half-full bowl of pasta—a bowl she'd insisted on topping with vanilla ice cream.Benedict blinked slowly, attempting to keep up. "So. let me get this straight." He waved at her bowl. "You're having pasta. with ice cream."Sabrina nodded, chewing in another satisfied bite. "Mhm."He rubbed his face. "And now, you're asking for oranges with chocolate spread on them?"She gasped dramatically. "Yes! Oh my gosh, Benedict, that's SO good."Benedict groaned, but his mouth was curved with a small smile. "Love, are you sure you're all right Sab?"Sabrina pouted. "Of course I'm all right! I'm just…
Later, the sun streamed through the windows of the Thompson house and poured directly into the kitchen, warming everything with a soft glow. The whistling from the pans sizzling with long-food stirrers pancakes combined in the air with the bang of the smell of eggs, bacon, and brewed coffee.Sabrina crept into the kitchen still sleepy and half-awake wearing pajamas, "Mmm, that smells so good."He turned around towards her, with a sultry smile. "Good morning, beautiful," he continued, "I wanted to surprise my beautiful wife with breakfast in bed, but since she's all awake, you get it fresh off the burner."Later, the sun streamed through the windows of the Thompson house and poured directly into the kitchen, warming everything with a soft glow. The whistling from the pans sizzling with long-food stirrers pancakes combined in the air with the bang of the smell of eggs, bacon, and brewed coffee.Sabrina crept into the kitchen still sleepy and half-awake wearing pajamas, "Mmm, that smells
Penelope shrugged her shoulders, "As long as it comes to my doorstep."Sabrina shook her head and laughed; then she looked over at Benedict, who was already gazing intent, his face a portrait of love. He locked her fingers closely with his."Happy, Mrs. Thompson?" he whispered.Sabrina smiled just as she wove her fingers through his. "Happier than I ever could have hoped."Benedict leaned down and kisses her ever so gently. "That good, because you'll be secured this happy forever."Laughing, she wrapped him around her neck. "Forever?"He smiled. "Forever."Leila swooned. "Oh dear, they're at it again." Wendy smiled. "Let them be, after all a love as theirs is worthy of celebration." Leila chuckled, fluffing her hair. "Okay, okay, now for the mushy stuff. Who's gonna clean the chocolate disaster?" Saben covered his little chest with his hand. "Mommy! Daddy! Grandma is ruining my chef dreams!" Benedict teased his son ruffling up his hair. "But it's all about knowing how dreams are g
The scent of sex and their sleep surrounds them as they wake this early morning. His face circled by its golden glow. His handsome blue eyes hidden from her by those eyelids closed in sleep. He shift and the eyes open for an instant giving her a glimpse of her soul. "Good morning my love." Then their lips come together to express the passion still present from last night. As they approach him and lift her leg over his, the passion intensifies. The kiss deepens, gets harder, and stronger. The need in their bodies and souls intensifies with each passing moment."I love you, Sab." He say, as he moves his lips to bite on her ear lobe. Down to her neck, sucking on it hard so that there is a big mark, for everyone to notice. Then to the area where her neck and her shoulder would connect. He bite lightly and blow on it, seeing her shiver."Benedict I love you" She whisper, as she bring her hips nearer to him. He bend down and kiss the peaks of her breasts, and She press his head nearer to he
She had chosen her outfit accordingly, thinking of all the conversations they had had about what would be under that dress, which always ended up with them making love until they both cried out in passion. She wasn't going to disappoint him.Benedict was disappointed as he lifted the satin skirt as high as it would go to reveal her entire lower body to him.....panties....he had thought she go commando for her wedding.She moaned and shifted her hips on the bed as he kissed her thighs, first outer, then teasingly, tantalisingly slowly moving to her inner thighs. She gasped as Benedict’s warm breath crept through her lace panties and warmed her hardened clit. He was so near, yet so far. Instinctively she parted her thighs to attract him to where she wanted him to be, and that’s when she heard him moan, a deep beautiful sound from the depths of his throat which conveyed his arousal and heightened hers. Of course, she thought, he's only just realised they're crotch-less."Hmmmm ..so good"
The reception at the Thompson Estate was nothing short of enchanting. The garden was lit up with sparkling fairy lights, giving off a soft, warm light. White rose-covered tables filled the air with their sweet scent. Hanging over the dance floor was a stunning chandelier that sparkled, its crystals shining with the golden starlight.Laughter, music, and sheer happiness filled the magical air.Benedict and Sabrina held hands at the head table, feeling the warmth of each other's palms, a silent promise communicated by their grasp. Hostess Penelope rapped her champagne glass with a spoon, calling attention to the assembly. "Ladies and gentlemen, let us toast the couple!"The crowd applauded as Penelope swept her arm wide, a wicked glint in her eye. "To the bride and groom; may their love be as beautiful as this wedding and their fights as memorable as their stubbornness!"The room erupted in laughter.Michael, the best man to Benedict, grinned. "And may Benedict finally learn to say he'
Benedict's icy glare felt like a winter storm, chilling Sabrina to her core. Her heart raced with a mix of fear and heartbreak as she faced him. He was Benedict Thompson, the only heir to the Thompson estates, a man known more for his wild ways than for his business brilliance. At a young age, he became a billionaire and led BMX Estates, a huge architectural firm. Now, he paced angrily in his family’s luxurious living room, each step echoing the thick tension in the air.“Last night, you seduced me,” he spat, his voice sharp and filled with anger. “What trick did you use to make my mother force me into this marriage?”Sabrina welled up with tears, trying to find the right words. She had never seen him like this; in pain and disbelief."I... I didn’t trick you," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I've liked you since we were kids. That’s all."His harsh laugh cut through her, deepening his rage. “You think I would believe that? The wedding, everything—it’s just a trap, isn’t it?”“I’...
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