It was ten o’clock. Jemma held Gracie’s photo frame close to her heart, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Placed gently on her bed was the wedding gown that Gracie had once chosen for her own wedding when Ryan proposed to her. Jemma felt a deep pang of sorrow, knowing how eagerly Gracie had prepared for her special day, only for fate to cruelly take her away before she could marry Ryan. "Mom... Can you hear me?" Jemma spoke softly, her voice trembling with emotion as she addressed the photo. "I wish you were here. You would've loved to see me in wedding gown. You had so many dreams for me... for us. We were supposed to plan this together, my wedding. You were so excited about it, weren't you?" She paused, fighting back the tears that threatened to overflow. "I miss you every day, especially today... on this day when I'm supposed to feel the happiest. It's not fair, Mom. Why did you have to leave me so soon?" Jemma's voice quivered with a mix of grief and longing. Gently runn
Yohan was sitting on the bed, gently wiping the blood from Sara's lips. Jemma looked at Noah with a mix of worry and confusion. After a while, Sara tried to open her eyes. "Leave us alone." Yohan's rough voice broke the silence. Noah and Jemma exchanged looks and then quietly left the room. "Close the door," Yohan instructed once more. Jemma shut the door and stood with Noah outside the bedroom. Sara gradually opened her eyes, and as her vision cleared, she saw Yohan. Tears welled up in her eyes upon seeing him. Yohan observed her tears and then started cleaning the corner of her lips. "Yohan..." "I don't want to hear you," he said coldly. "I know I made a mistake. I didn't do it intentionally to hurt you. It was a mistake. My first mistake... Can't you forgive me?" Yohan applied ointment as he replied, "Whether it's the first or last mistake, it doesn't deserve forgiveness." "Yohan..." He interrupted, "Jimmy has returned. Inform him about Jemma's wedding plans and recover
Sara stood up as soon as she saw Yohan, while Assistant Nolan, standing behind Yohan, awkwardly exited the room. Ignoring Sara, Yohan slouched into his chair, delving into the documents on his desk. Sara approached and softly said, "I brought you some food. You should eat, it's already four o'clock." Yohan remained silent. "It's late and you haven't eaten yet," Sara persisted, her voice gentle. Yohan curtly replied, "I've got loads of work. Just leave." "Yohan..." "Get the hell out of here," he exploded, angrily tossing papers off his desk. Sara flinched at the sudden outburst, her body trembling. Sara's eyes filled with tears, and Yohan, noticing her tears, furrowed his brows deeply, turning away and slipping his hands into his pockets. "I've told you, I don't even want to look at you. Why do you keep coming back in front of me?" he questioned sharply. "I’m your wife," Sara replied softly. "You didn't remember that when you were in his bed?" His voice escalated as he turned
"Hey Milli, I heard the new CEO is in today. I was supposed to hand this file to him by tomorrow, but I finished it now. Can you take it to his office? I gotta jet, catch you tomorrow." She swiftly closed her file and lifted her gaze, extending the file towards the person, she widened her eyes in wonder. "Jay... You!" Jemma exclaimed, rising from her chair in surprise. Jay raised an eyebrow and replied in a low voice, "Surprise!" Jemma took in Jay's appearance. He was in a suit. "What brings you here?" Jay stepped closer, eyeing the nameplate on the table. "Is this how you address your CEO, dear manager?" Jemma's eyes widened. "CEO?" Jay nodded, "I knew you'd be as surprised as I was when I saw your name on the list of managers." "I can't believe it! You're the CEO of Venus Group? How did I not know this?" "On the day of the party when you didn't recognize my father, the chairman of the group, I was wondering why. Then I figured out that maybe my father hasn't made public ap
Yohan stepped out of his bedroom in his gym clothes, all set to head to the gym. As he passed by the living room, he noticed Noah rushing out of the villa. He approached Sara and spotted cigarette butts scattered on the table. "Does Jimmy smoke?" Yohan asked. Sara glanced at him, "Are you asking me? Don’t you know?" "How would I know?" "How should I know then? He shares everything with you. Don’t tell me you taught him to smoke." "Come on, that's ridiculous! People smoke if they want to. He is young, at this age everyone smokes." Sara gave him an angry look, "He just left. Talk to him and find out what's wrong." Saying this, she headed straight to the kitchen. Yohan sighed deeply as he looked at the cigarette butts, feeling uneasy about Noah. Noah wasn't at work today, and he didn't answer any calls, not even from Jemma. Jemma was worried, thinking Noah might be upset about her plans to marry Jay. But Noah was furious. For years, people had mocked him about rumours that now se
Soft sunlight gently kissed dew-kissed petals as birds chirped, filling the air with a quiet melody on the peaceful morning.In the dining room, Jia was having breakfast while Sara waited for Jemma to join them.Sara asked finally, "Why hasn't Jemma come out for breakfast? Isn't she supposed to go to work today?""She'll probably come soon, Sa Mom. Maybe she's taking longer with her makeup," Jia responded."Jemma doesn't usually wear that much makeup," Sara remarked."Yesterday she found out her boyfriend is her new CEO. Maybe that's why she's doing extra," Jia said with a chuckle.Sara gave her a look and said gently, "You've started talking a lot. Come on, get up and go to school. Andrew is waiting for you.""Jemma and I usually go together. She hasn't arrived yet," Jia replied."I'll ask Jack to drop her off. You go now," Sara said."Okay, Sa Mom," Jia kissed Sara's cheek and left for school. Sara then instructed Nisha, "Nisha, stop collecting the plates and go check on Jemma. She'
Yohan clenched his jaw, removed his gun, unlocked it, and aimed it between Noah's brows. Sara gasped, taken aback. Yohan's eyes bore a cold intensity. Noah, unmoving, met Yohan's gaze without flinching. Sara's attention fixated on the trigger, noticing Yohan's steady hand. "What are you waiting for? I won't beg for my life anymore," Noah retorted, a hint of defiance in his tone. Struggling to rein in his anger, Yohan addressed Sara, "Tell him to leave before I kill him." "Go ahead, kill me," challenged Noah. Yohan, securing his fury, admitted, "If you weren't Kevin's son, I'd empty this gun into you." Noah smirked, "You won't. Mom always said you loved me more than anything in the world." Yohan affirmed, "Exactly. Even if my own son were here now, I'd have killed him." "No," Noah countered, "You won't harm me because you love my Mom more than anything in the world. She betrayed my father for you. So, my advice? End it here." Sara and Yohan were stunned. Noah seemed to know a t
"I only love Sara and will always love her," stated Yohan Dixon, the chairman of Dixon Group. “Yes, even though I was Kevin's wife, I had an affair with Yohan, which continued after Kevin passed away," confirmed Sara Owen, Yohan Dixon's ex-wife and so-called mistress. Sara's eyes widened in shock as she read the news. "This... Jimmy did this?" she asked, incredulous. Yohan nodded. "Sara, the news agency owner confirmed it. Jimmy threatened him to publish this." "He's my son, Yohan. He loves you the most. He couldn't do this," Sara insisted. "Sara, what he did to Jemma isn't fucking enough proof of what he's capable of?" Yohan's frustration surfaced, followed by a cough. Sara noticed his weakened state and rubbed his back. "What's wrong, Yohan? You don't seem well. Should I call the doctor?" Sara's worry grew. "Leave me be," Yohan grumbled, struggling to get up and heading laboriously to the master bedroom. Sara felt ashamed, watching him go, filled with worry and tension. Yohan