Sarah's Pov Striding down the street , heading for an interview, I’m lost in thought about tonight's auction. My life has been a mess, family responsibilities, and debts seem to be my new normal. That’s why, I agreed to Mr Maguire’s sick plan of auctioning me off to the highest bidder But I made it clear that a date is all the highest bidder is getting. I don’t care about the consequences, just the payout. I got pulled out of my trance as soon as a puddle of dirty water splashed on me. It swiftly greets my chin, trailing down my chest and finally stopping on my tight faded blue skirt. “Seriously!” I groan irritatedly, trying to somehow dry off the liquid with my hand. In utmost fury, my eyes darted to the stupid car that had ruined my outfit, my mood and possibly, my day. Like I’m not already having a bad day and the day has only just begun. I glare at the vehicle as it makes its way to the front of a building and parks there. It’s a shiny, black car, very fancy. I’m concerned with
Sarah's povAll heads turn to look at the person and I gasp as my eyes land on him. He’s the same man from earlier this morning, the cold devilishly handsome man. We lock gazes, my mouth partly agape and his expression as cold as ever.“$200,000, " I meant to say,” he deadpans and I gulp, my heart skipping a beat.Who is this man?The man’s aloof voice resounds in my ear for a couple of seconds.I still find it hard to believe that there are people like him who’ll waste that much money, trying to win a bid. Rich people will always remain a big mystery to me. No matter how hard I try, I can’t fathom how the minds of these people work. What is it that they’re trying to prove? The whole place is thrown into a deafening silence and seconds later, murmurings, mutterings and gasps engulf it. I stare in awe and bewilderment at the man who’s on the verge of becoming the highest bidder tonight. He’s sitting so confidently and relaxed in his chair, wearing a smug look that he doesn’t seem to g
Sarah’s Pov Mr. Grim narrowed his eyes, his gaze piercing through me like a cold blade. "I will pay $1,000,000," he stated flatly, his voice with no hint of emotion. His eyes never left mine, making me feel like a prized possession he was about to claim. "Now, let go of her, she's mine."The pang in my chest resurfaces and this time, it’s even harder and intense. My heart throbs erratically, my chest constricting. The feeling is overwhelming and foreign. And it took just those words ripping out of Mr Grim’s lips to get these emotions swirling through my body.Mr Grim’s rival is still holding me in a firm grasp. His arm becomes even tighter around my waist and I can feel his nails piercing through my dress. I flinch and wriggle my body against his, trying to break free of his grip.“Let her go,” Mr Grim says again, the spite in his voice getting louder and more noticeable. He’s shooting daggers at the guy, looking at him like he wants to have his head on a silver platter.What the hell
Sarah’s Pov Mr Stones' eyes bore into mine, his gaze cold holding no emotion. I feel a shiver run down my spine as he leans in closer, his face inches from mine. "Know your place," he whispers, his breath cold against my skin.I gather all of my strength and try to shove the bastard off me. He doesn’t flinch, he’s too strong for me. He withdraws his body from mine and moves to the other end, now staring quietly out the window. I sat up straight and fixed my dress which had been pushed up to my upper thigh, my lace thong almost coming into view.Shit! I sure hope he didn’t see anything.“Damian, stop the car,” Mr Stones says abruptly and his driver immediately mouths a “Yes boss” before pulling over. “Get out,” he utters in an extremely low voice, colder than he had been moments ago.“Excuse me?” Confusion spreads all over my face and all my attention is fixated on him.“Get out,” he repeats without even glancing at me.How on earth can a person be so cold and so...ugh!I don’t move an
Sarah’s POVOn the floor is my mother, unconscious with blood dripping out of her nose and mouth. She looks lifeless! God, I hope she’s not!Mom!” I squeal like a stuck pig, tears instantly pooling my eyes as I hurry to meet her. Her body’s cold yet she’s sweating profusely. I check her pulse and her heartbeat. I heave a little sigh of relief. Thank goodness! She’s still alive.“Mom!” I call out to her and lift her from the ground. She’s lost weight incredibly, now thinner and paler than normal. The red spots on her skin are still as evergreen as the first time they appeared.I carry her outside and bang on my neighbour’s door until the 40-year-old man comes out. He sees the tears welling in my eyes and my mother resting on me with her eyes closed. He doesn’t ask any questions, he rushes in and grabs his car keys then helps me lay my mother in the backseat. We’ve been through this a couple of times before.I get in the backseat and we drive off to the nearest hospital. Hot tears are st
Sarah’s Pov I stare at him in disbelief, my mind flooding with questions. Marry him? He is clearly out of his mind. What could he possibly want from me? My mind races with questions, but my words are lost. 'You can't be serious,' I say, my voice barely above a whisper.""Marry me," Mr. Stones repeated, his expression still as cold as ever, I managed to look into his eyes trying to find an emotion, but I saw nothing, but detachment. I stare at him still in shock ."You can't be serious," I say, my voice laced with disbelief.He raises an eyebrow. "Do I look like one to joke?"I shake my head, trying to clear the fog, my heart races, and my palms sweat, I suddenly feel trapped, I keep reminding myself to breathe and I can feel my anger rising. The nerves of this man "Get out," I snap, pointing towards the door. He doesn't flinch. "You know where to find me when you're ready to hear me out," he says, his voice still hostile and distant.I slam the door shut behind him, fury and frustr
John's POVI walked into my company, looking as elegant as ever. I was going to meet up with one of the stubborn clients who has refused to meet my criteria so that we can go ahead with the deal. “Good morning sir” Mrs Jones, who has been in my office for close to an hour, said while lending her hand out for a handshake. I came here for business and not pleasantries, so I rejected the handshake with a straight look on my face. “You're beginning to become a Thorn in my flesh ma'am” Her countenance changed to what I would call rage. “I want you to get your hands off my property. We haven't had a deal yet” she said with a deep frown. I could sense the frustration embedded in her tone. But I care less. All I wanted was to gain ownership of her land and expand my company in this city. I offered a good sum of money to her, but she claimed that she would not sell it off for the amount. I know I can buy land anywhere else, but hers sits on a very good site for commercial activities. I ca
John's POVHer wanting tone made me stand still, unable to make a move. I guess she had a change of mind, or did she have more of her questions, which were already getting on my nerves? “I would sign it, whatever it takes” she blurted out. “I guess we have ourselves a deal then,” I said as I returned to the sitting room with the document. I took a seat and crossed my legs as I watched her take a pen slowly in an attempt to legalise our agreement. “But you would have to help my mother,” she pleaded. Tears were already clouding up in her eyes, but those emotions were worthless to me. “They were listed in the agreement in that document” I replied. She checked to confirm and giggled when she saw it. She finally signed the document and handed it back to me. I returned the document to its file paper and stood up from the sofa while adjusting my tie. I was about to return to my room when she grabbed my arm. “Thank you sir” she appreciated, tears already rolling down her cheeks. I shoo
Sarah's POVFinally! I felt it was a dream. Walking down the aisle and the sound of wind beside the beach. It was all a moment I could never forget. My heart's deepest wish was granted. John was finally my husband, and fully mine. Nobody had the right to come in between us. “You look gorgeous this morning, Mrs Stones,” John announced as he walked into the swimming pool section where I was busy having a trip down the sweet memories. He walked to where I sat and wrapped his hand around me as he sat behind me. We both kissed for a while and then looked into each other's eyes while we let out a soft smile. “How was your night?” I asked softly. “It was perfect. What more could be better than sleeping with the knowledge that you're now my wife,” he flattered. I giggled. “Stop flattering me, baby.” “As far as we're together, I can't stop flattering you,” he chuckled. “How long are we going to be in Paris?” I asked curiously. “Your maternity leave just began in Paris,” he replied
John's POVRaymond's wedding raised questions in Sarah's head. Judging from her body language, I could tell how desperate she was for me to start making plans for our wedding. “What are your plans for the wedding?” Raymond asked curiously. I was beginning to feel that these questions were all orchestrated by Sarah herself. Rosaline had come earlier with the same question, and her father too did the same thing. But I left all of them clueless. “Come clean. Did she send you to ask me?” I asked Raymon. “No. Chill out, dude. I am just curious to know what the big man is planning,” he said. I looked at him closely, trying to see if he was behaving suspiciously, but there was no sign towards that anyway. “I have plans. But Sarah is growing impatient by the day,” I replied. “You can't blame her. Her pregnancy is beginning to grow prominent by the day, and she really wants to tie the knot with you. Every woman wants to be at the altar with her fiancée,” he explained. “I get your po
Sarah's POVI had a little to ask my father. “You look so much like your mother when she was so young. Those eyes remind me of her loving heart,” my father said as he went down memory lane. “What happened between you two? Don't lie to me because she also told me that you both got into a really rough situation,” I said. He took a deep breath. “There's nothing to hide anyway. Yes, we both got into a bad situation, and it was all my fault.” His expression gradually changed into a very sad and moody one. “I was a jerk to her. Everything happened because of me anyway,” he continued. “What do you mean, dad?” I asked. “I used to beat her up for fun. Unfortunately, I did these when you were there. You would always make an attempt to defend her from me, but I will ignore you,” he explained. Tears had already started clouding up in his eyes, and I could see how remorseful he was for his actions. “It just felt like I couldn't stop. Like…something was pushing me,” he continued. “So, she
John's POVThe clue has been in my hands since, and I was ignorant about it. “How did you get this picture?” Sarah asked shockingly. “This… Come with me. We're going back to the correctional centre. I think I know who your father is,” I replied as we made a rush out of the house. “What are you talking about?” Sarah's confusion deepened. “Just follow me. Trust me,” I urged. It was still 6 pm, so there was a little window for us to gain access. “Good evening, sir. Please, we would love to see Louis,” I pleaded with the guard as we got into the correctional centre. “I am sorry, sir. We don't accept visitors by this time of the day,” he replied bluntly. “You need to understand, sir. This is very important,” I persisted. “Look, sir. I suggest that you please leave this place at once. Except you want to be meat for the night,” he said angrily. “Come on, man. Work with me. I could give you something in return,” I whispered. “Now you're talking. How much are we looking at?” His exc
Sarah's POVWe moved from prison to prison, searching for clues as to my father's whereabouts. But all we kept getting were negative replies. John was as frustrated as I was. But he wasn't ready to leave my side. “Good afternoon, sir. I am sorry we had to disturb your peaceful afternoon,” John said as we both walked into the warden's office. Edward was replaced by another warden, and he looked quite rigid. “I don't have a problem, as long as you guys make your visit fast,” he said with a baritone voice. “Oh, we are just here to ask you if you know about a man named Reese in this prison,” I said politely. “I am sorry, but that name hasn't been mentioned within these walls since I've been here,” He gave a straight reply without looking at our faces. “You could probably look at the records, I guess…” “You need to leave. I have provided the information you needed,” he interjected rudely. “Just give us a listening ear,” I said firmly. “Leave my office immediately. Silly humans
John's POVRaymond's news was the news I have been waiting for. Sarah's questions kept coming but I wasn't ready to answer them. “Just wait until we get to the station. You will see it for yourself,” I replied firmly. Immediately we got to the police station, I quickly rushed out of the car with Sarah and rushed into the building. “Where is he?” I asked desperately. Raymond quickly pointed towards the interrogation room. Without further hesitation, I quickly rushed into the interrogation room. I raged towards Johnson and gave him a firm punch to the face. It didn't end with one punch. I kept punching him over and over until Raymond rushed in and pulled me away from him. “Get yourself together, man. He isn't worth the stress,” he said. “Let me deal with him. He's the fault my fiancée is in all this pain and trauma. Her mother was supposed to be alive if not for that scum sitting there,” I yelled angrily while struggling to loosen Raymond's grip on me. “Calm your nerves man.
Sarah's POV After what happened with Rebecca the other day, I have been sick and worried about John. He has a lot of enemies, and you can't tell when he is going to get attacked again. I heaved a deep sigh of frustration as I used my right hand to massage my forehead. I was feeling a little bit stressed, and I sure could use a break. I have been working seriously these few days, and John warned me against that. “Do you need some rest, ma'am,” Grace said as she walked into my office unannounced. “You didn't knock? Do you think you can just walk in at will?” I asked angrily. “I am sorry, ma. I have been at it for a while now. I kept knocking, but you didn't give me any response,” she replied softly. “My bad. Maybe I didn't hear you. Gosh!! I have a lot of things going on in my head,” I lamented. “I am sorry ma'am. You need to have some rest. I can help you handle these emails. That is why I am your PA,” she suggested calmly. “You seem so nice. I guess I ha
John's POVI know I felt a little bit of remorse for treating Rebecca the way I did, but that didn't mean there was room to trust her. “Calm down,darling. I kay cane here to speak with you,” she replied. “How the fuck did you get in?” I asked curiously. “I told you earlier, you can't keep me away,” she said with a quite suspicious smile. “I'm finding it hard to believe a single word you say,” I said. “I don't eddy you to trust me, John. I just cane ro say hello to your fiancée by the way,” she replied. “Take her inside. Make sure you don't let her out of your sight,” I instructed Parker as I handed Sarah's protection over to him. Parker quickly moved up the stairs with Sarah's hand in his. She looked very worried, but I sent out a wink, assuring her that I was going to be fine. “So, now she's away. Can we spend some alone time?” She asked seductively as she made an attempt to take off her dress. “That is not happening with the both of us. I am engaged, and I suggest that yo
John's POV“What's the update, man?” I asked as I walked into an abandoned warehouse. Raymond was able to catch one of the men who worked with Johnson. So we brought him in for a little interrogation. “We've been having a peaceful interrogation, but I can't get him to speak up,” he replied with blood over his fist. “Oh, come on, man. Don't you think you were a little bit hard in him. You should have started with some Russian manicure before beating him. I'm sure he would not withsatdn the pain of three fingers,” I said. Raymond smirked. “You remind me of the good old days.” “So, back to business. Where did he stop?” I said. The victim gave off muffled noises and screams as I approached him. Fortunately, we were able to get good information. He gave us his address, and Raymond didn't hesitate to call his friend who works for the LAPD. “Are you sure you trust this man to handle this situation?” I asked cautiously. “Yes, relax. He's nothing close to Johnson. He can be trusted,