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 MoreBenedict'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’m not acting, Benedict,” she cried, her voice breaking. “I’ve loved you for so long. I could never do something like that.”
He moved closer, the heat from his body mixing with the coldness of his words. “Love? Is that what this is? Pathetic.”
"I'm telling you the truth. You got drunk last night, and I didn't want to cause you agony. Always, I have cared for you, though you could not see me," she pleaded.
Benedict rolled his eyes, filled with disdain. “I’ll give you money for what happened. Name your price, and I’ll pay you.”
Each word felt like a dagger to her heart. “I don't need your money!” she cried, her voice shaking with a mix of desperation and heartbreak. Tears filled in her eyes and began running over her cheeks, as she poured out her feelings, “Why can’t you believe me? Can’t you see how much I care? This isn’t about wealth or status for me; it’s about us! I just want you to understand how deeply I love you!”
His bitter laugh echoed in the room. "Loved me? You think that means anything? I don't love you, Sabrina. I never have, and I never will."
The weight of his words hit her hard, making her feel small and helpless."Please, Benedict," she wailed, collapsing to her knees. "Tell me what I can do to make you love me ? I'll do anything."
His dark eyes looked down at her with contempt. "Even if you died, I still wouldn't love you. I wouldn't care at all. Remember that." He pulled out a bottle of wine, grabbed the cork with a forking noise, and showered it over her. The cold liquid drenched her hair and dress, mixing with her tears.
"Benedict, please—" she begged, but he stepped away, admiring his cruel act. "You are pathetic," he sneered. "I can't believe I am forced to marry someone as weak and miserable as you. desperate and dramatic." Sabrina barely got words through her tears. "I didn't ask any of this," she whispered. "I never wanted it to be this way." “Then walk away,” he snapped, crossing his arms. “But you won’t. This is what you’ve always wanted. Admit it.” “No!” she cried, wiping the wine from her face. “I wanted you, Benedict. Not your money or your house. Just you.” His laugh dripped with disbelief. “You’re delusional. You’re nothing to me, Sabrina. You’ll never be anything to me.” As he spoke, her final hope faded. She had sensed this moment was coming, but hearing his words felt like a brutal blow. It pierced through her heart, leaving her feeling hollow and aching with pain. “Benedict, I am sorry for making you feel this way” she whispered, her voice trembling, barely a breath escaping her lips. “Please… don’t marry me out of hate. Don’t make this worse.” “I have no choice,” he growled, pulling her up harshly. “My mother has made that clear. But don’t think for a second that this means you’ve won and you have succeeded! You haven’t. You’ll regret this!” Tears flowed freely as her world crumbled. "What have I done to deserve this?” she cried. “I just loved you.” “That’s your problem,” he said, pushing her away. “You loved someone who never cared for you. Now you’ll pay the price.”
With one last glare, Benedict stormed out, leaving her drenched and broken. Sinking to the floor, Sabrina let her sobs echo in the empty room. She had loved him her whole life, but now she understood: her love was not enough. Benedict had taken her heart and shattered it into pieces.
The sun had only dipped beneath the Thompson Estates when Saben arrived, his sleek black car curling up the winding drive lined with trimmed hedges and white hydrangeas. The estate, ancient and elegant, bore the weight of three generations of power and legacy.Inside, the high-ceilinged living room vibrated with the scent of rosemary roast and soft classical music. Crystal chandeliers cast golden sparkles on waxed marble floors.Benedict Thompson, never slow on his feet even in his navy cashmere sweater, was spinning a wine glass by the fireplace. His wife, Sabrina, reclined on the velvet chaise, as lovely and poised as the CEO she once was.Grandmother Teresa sat beside the bookshelf, reading an old copy of The Art of War, as Leila Auburn, the naughty one of the two grandmothers, adjusted her diamond earrings, smiling.And sitting beside the big chair by the window was Wendy Taylor, great-grandmother at 97, whose entrance still felt like a royal decree. Cane in hand, shawl draped ove
It was only seconds before she realized Saben was purposefully out of his way coming towards her, pestering her with little comments, and needling her more than ever. Jenny sat at her desk typing up reports when, in a habitual manner, the door to her office groaned."Jenny," the ice in Saben's tone cut through the air. She didn't have to look up, didn't have to turn around, to recognize that it was him.She kept typing at her computer, hammering away hotly on an email in an effort to keep tension at bay. "Yes, Saben?"He moved slowly, purposefully. She could hear him coming towards her.“You’re still working on those reports,” he said, his voice a little too casual for her liking. “I would’ve thought you’d have them finished by now.”Jenny clenched her jaw but didn’t let her annoyance show. "I’m almost done," she replied curtly, trying to avoid eye contact. "I just need to go over the projections one more time."He did not budge. Instead, he simply stood there, a few feet outside her
"Saben," she commanded, her voice firm. "I want the reports on your desk this afternoon at five o'clock."Saben's eyes blinked for a moment, a dance of something—interest, maybe?—struggling behind them. He lowered his head, though his face was tight."Good," he growled. "I'm waiting."Jenny's heart leapt into her throat as Saben came over. She could sense the tension, the tension between them. He was not saying a word, but his presence in itself was suffocating—overwhelming, autocratic.She bristled, holding her breath to calm it, but tension was building inside her belly by the second. Something he was doing, the way he was looking at her that made her feel as if he was trying to analyze her, or even waiting for her to break down. His expressionless face, but there was determination around his eyes that made her heart beat quicker.“I’ll make sure the reports are thorough,” Jenny said, trying to keep her voice steady, but there was an edge to her words. She couldn’t help it. Every ti
The only sound to be heard was the reverberation of Jenny's footsteps pacing back and forth along the hall as her mind raced to keep pace with all that had just transpired in the boardroom. The bite of Saben's critical words hung around her like a millstone around her heart. "Not good enough," she muttered to herself. "Not good enough for him. Why do I even bother?The air in the hallway grew cold and did nothing to still the tempest raging inside. She had poured every ounce of heart and soul into this presentation. And then, just when it counted, Saben had barely glanced up from his phone, interrupting her at every opportunity.Her hands were clenched at her sides. "I'm not going. I won't. Not again," she growled, struggling to keep the feelings raging inside from surfacing.She remembered the words at the end of the meeting. Saben's last words had not been disheartening, not at all. There had been something. else said. Something very near approval. She was not going to let herself h
But Zina was right. Avoiding him would only give him more power. She needed to face him. She needed to stop letting his presence rattle her."Okay," Jenny said after a long moment of silence, her voice steady but with a hint of steel. "I’ll do it. But this time, I’m not going to let him walk all over me. I’ll make sure he hears me."Zina's face unwound into a triumphant smile. "That's the spirit, Jenny. I'm so proud of you. You've got this. I know you do."Jenny sat up straight and breathed in deeply. She couldn't stop Saben from speaking or acting, but she could avoid answering back. And she wasn't going to let his vanity stand between her and earning the right.The day for the following meeting came sooner than she had anticipated. Jenny knew that she was going to have to prepare. She'd worked all night on her data, running over her plan in her head so that it would be sound. She wasn't going to allow Saben shoot her down again.When the boardroom began to fill, she drew a deep brea
The next few days had been a daze. Jenny could scarcely get the meeting out of her mind, but Saben's patronizing tone pounded away in her head like a drumbeat. His calculating, cold glares. His acid-tipped, slashing one-liners. It seemed as if every aspect of her—her dedication, her concepts—had been shrugged off with increasingly more and more arrogance.But when she got to the office the following morning, something within her came to a breaking point. Enough.She was not going to let him do that to her again. She was not going to let him brush off all that she had put into it and just walk away with that smirk still on his face.Once she sat down at her desk, she found herself looking at her inbox for a few minutes before she could even begin to type. She had no idea what she was going to write yet, but she needed to release the emotions. She could no longer keep pretending day after day that everything was okay when it was not.The heels of her shoes clacked on the shiny floor, in
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