Sarah's POV “I carefully arranged the presentation files on the conference table, placing each one in front of a seat, and set a bottle of water next to each file. I wiped my clammy hands on my dress and exhaled as I stepped back to admire my work. Everything was in place for the meeting with the CEO, Adrian Blackwood.Just then, the door swung open, and the board members began to file in. I took my seat beside my manager, pulling out my iPad and light pen, ready to take notes.A few moments before the meeting was set to begin, my phone buzzed in my pocket. “Excuse me,” I said to my manager, “I need to use the restroom.”“Better get back here on time,” he replied curtly. “I don’t want you to miss a thing in this meeting.”I rushed out, and as the elevator doors opened, I found Adrian Blackwood stepping out, his eyes glued to his phone. His rich cologne enveloped me, making me inhale sharply. I held my breath until he walked past, his assistant trailing behind him.Once inside the ele
Adrian's POV As I sat in my office, the weight of the board meeting still weighed heavily on my mind. My personal assistant, Neville, entered with a concerned expression. “Adrian, we need to talk,” he said, closing the door behind him.“I was just about to send for you. What’s on your mind?” I asked, rubbing my temples to ease the headache that was setting in. The meeting had been intense, and the news about our new competitor was still fresh.Neville leaned against my desk, arms crossed. “You heard what the board said. Our new competitor is gaining traction because they present a grounded and responsible image. They have a family man at the helm, while you… well, it’s one girl today and another tomorrow.”I frowned, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. “I know that but my personal life shouldn’t matter when it comes to business.”“Unfortunately, it does,” he replied firmly. “Clients and investors want to see stability and reliability. They’re drifting away because they perceive
Sarah's POV I was standing there awkwardly at the door, taking in the office. It was decorated with black, white and grey with two paintings on both sides of the wall. This was the first time I had been called into the CEO’s office since I began working here two years ago. “Please, take a seat,” he offered, gesturing toward the chair.“I’m comfortable standing, Sir,” I replied.“Miss Nathaniel? Have a seat.” he insisted, his tone softening.With a reluctant sigh, I moved to the chair and sat down, feeling my heart race. “You sent for me, Sir,” I stated, raising my chin to meet his intense gaze with a mix of defiance and fear. I had a feeling that my manager had reported me to him and that's why I'd been sent for. This wasn't the time to get fired. I'd do whatever he asked so I could keep this job. I need the money for Nora. “Sarah, I’ve gone through your file,” Adrian began, his gaze steady. “I’m impressed by your work record.”“Thank you,” I replied cautiously, my heart racing.” I
Adrian's POV A minute passed. She cleared her throat and responded, “Fine. I'll marry you but I'm doing this only for my daughter.” A smile graced my lips, “Good. I knew you'd make the right decision.”“What do you stand to gain with this union anyway?” she asked, staring at me in confusion. “You’ve been fine without a wife all these years.”“I'm doing this for Blackwood Organisation,” I replied, mimicking her tone. “I'm doing this for the staff whose families depend on us for their daily bread. I'm doing this to uphold my family's legacy. So you see, there's not much difference between us.”She scoffed, “Don't flatter me, Sir. There's a big, glaring difference between us. For one, I wouldn't marry anyone if I didn't love him.” she blurted out then clapped her mouth shut in surprise. I chuckled, “Well you just shot yourself in the foot, Sarah. Newsflash, you're getting married to me, tomorrow evening.”“What?!” her brown eyes widened to the size of saucers. “Why... Who... I…” she s
Sarah's POV I stepped out of my bedroom, about to head out when Adrian emerged from the kitchen, his bare chest glistening with a sheen of sweat, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. I knew he must have been working out. That was his usual morning routine before breakfast. Funny how I'd memorized his routine when we'd only been married for a few days. My eyes were instantly drawn to his toned physique, and I felt a flush creep up my cheeks.“Where are you going?” he asked, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he took a step closer.“I see you're enjoying the view,” he remarked. I snapped out of my thoughts, taking a step back and feigning disgust. “No, eww!” He chuckled, clearly amused by my reaction. “Seriously, do you like it?”“Adrian!” I protested, trying to regain my composure. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”“I’m supposed to be on my honeymoon since I got married just last weekend,” he replied smoothly. “Now, don’t try to change the subject. Where are you going?”“None o
Sarah's POVI was still standing there, trying to process the woman’s words when Adrian found me. His warm presence beside me broke through my thoughts.“You wandered off,” he said, handing me a drink. His voice held a teasing edge, but his eyes softened as he studied my face. “What’s wrong?”I hesitated, unsure if I should mention the encounter. What if it was nothing? What if she was just trying to rattle me? But the lingering unease in my chest told me otherwise.“Nothing,” I replied, forcing a smile. “Just needed some air.”Adrian’s gaze lingered for a moment before he nodded. “Let’s step outside. It’s quieter on the balcony.”He led me out to a secluded terrace overlooking the city skyline. The cool night air was a welcome relief from the oppressive heat of the crowded gala hall.“Better?” he asked, leaning against the railing.I nodded, but my thoughts were still racing. “Adrian,” I started, deciding to test the waters. “Have you ever had someone try to come between you and your
Adrian's POV I moved swiftly through the crowd, Graham trailing behind me as we made our way toward the heart of the gala. My mind raced, trying to piece together Sophia’s angle. Promised a place in the new deal? It was absurd. No one in my team would dare make such a promise, not to her or anyone else without my approval.When we entered the main hall, the hum of conversation seemed louder and more tense. Sophia was in the center of a small group of investors, her practiced charm on full display.“There he is!” she announced as her eyes locked onto me. Her tone was light, but the smirk playing on her lips was anything but innocent. “Adrian, darling, I was just telling everyone about the wonderful opportunity you mentioned last year. You remember, don’t you?”I kept my expression neutral as I approached, every step calculated. “Sophia,” I said evenly, “a word, please.”Her eyes lit up with feigned curiosity, but I caught the flicker of unease beneath her confident exterior.“Of cours
Sarah's POVAdrian's eyes clouded over as he shook his head as though trying to get rid of a memory. I knew because I had seen that look on myself numerous times. “He’s dangerous, isn’t he?” I asked, removing my hand from his tight grasp.He nodded. “Stay away from him. If he approaches you again, come straight to me.”I bit my lip, unsure of how to respond. Julian had seemed charming, even polite, but the tension in Adrian’s voice told me there was more to their story than he was letting on.“Why was he even here?” I asked cautiously, careful to keep my tone neutral.Adrian’s expression darkened. “Julian does what he wants, when he wants. He doesn’t need an invitation. He thrives on showing up unannounced and making his presence felt.”The sharpness in his words made it clear he wasn’t in the mood to elaborate. I nodded, deciding to let it go. This wasn’t my fight, after all, we weren’t really married. At least, not in the way that mattered.“I’ll stay away from him,” I said lightly
Sarah's POVThe faint hum of machines was the first thing I became aware of, followed by the sterile smell of antiseptic. My eyelids felt heavy, but I managed to open them slightly, squinting against the dim light filtering into the room.As my vision adjusted, the scene before me brought a lump to my throat. Adrian was slumped on a couch in the corner of the room, his tall frame awkwardly folded, and his head resting against the backrest. In his arms, Nora was curled up, her tiny body rising and falling with each breath, her thumb tucked into her mouth. Adrian’s other hand rested protectively over her small back.I blinked slowly, unable to tear my gaze away. The sight was painfully beautiful, stirring something deep within me. Despite everything that had happened, here he was, holding my daughter close, as if guarding her from the world.A wave of exhaustion rolled over me, but I fought against it, forcing myself to take in my surroundings. The room was spacious and quiet, with soft
Adrian's POVThe morning sunlight filtered weakly through the blinds in my study, casting soft streaks across the desk cluttered with documents and my laptop. I leaned back in my chair, massaging the dull ache spreading across my temples. The stress of the past few weeks was catching up to me, and no matter how much I tried to push through it, my body was rebelling.I glanced at the cup of coffee beside me, untouched and now cold. It was the third one I had made this morning, each one forgotten in the whirlwind of emails and contracts that needed my attention. But none of it could distract me from the ache in my chest—the absence of Sarah and Nora.The house felt emptier without them. Every time I passed by Nora’s room or glanced at the seat Sarah used to occupy at the dining table, the void became unbearable. I wanted them back. No, I needed them back. But I didn’t know how to convince Sarah without being overbearing.A sharp knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. “Come in,”
Sarah's POV The sun dipped lower in the sky as the soft hues of twilight began to seep through the curtains. Nora had finally dozed off on the couch, her tiny frame curled up with the teddy bear Tasha had gifted her. Her peaceful expression was a stark contrast to the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind.I sat in the armchair across from her, staring at my phone. My fingers hovered over Adrian’s name in my contacts. I hadn’t called him since we last spoke, and the silence between us was deafening. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to hear his voice—I did, desperately—but I didn’t know what to say. He would want to persuade me to come back home and I wasn't sure I could hold out any longer.The contract marriage was supposed to be a solution, a way to navigate through our individual struggles without the mess of emotions. But somewhere along the way, things had shifted. My heart had shifted.A faint knock at the door startled me from my thoughts. My gaze darted to Nora, still soun
Adrian's POV Emily flinched as I stood face-to-face with her, her eyes shut tightly. I shook my head and stepped back. “Keep my wife's name out of your mouth, Emily Harrison.” I warned before storming away. Emily’s silence lingered in the air, heavy and uncharacteristic. I glanced back over my shoulder as I reached the car, and for a fleeting moment, I thought I saw a crack in her usual mask of arrogance. Her hands trembled slightly, though she quickly folded her arms, masking the movement.Good. Let her stew in the fear she’d never admit to.I climbed into the car, slamming the door harder than I intended. The driver didn’t ask questions—he knew better. He simply started the engine, and the sleek black sedan pulled away from Rome’s estate.As we drove through the city streets, the adrenaline began to fade, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. Emily wasn’t the enemy I needed to focus on. She was just another distraction, a pawn in Rome’s twisted game. But Rome? He was the architect
Sarah’s POVThe quiet of the morning was interrupted by a sudden, high-pitched wail. My heart skipped a beat, and I rushed back into the guestroom, my mind racing. There, sitting up in bed with wide, tear-filled eyes, was Nora. Her little hands clutched the covers, and her face was twisted in confusion and fear."Mommy! Where are we?" she cried, her voice trembling.I hurried over, my heart breaking at the sight of her distress. She was always so strong, but the unfamiliarity of her surroundings had shaken her. I scooped her up, cradling her against me as I sat on the edge of the bed."It’s okay, sweetheart," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "We’re safe, and this is just a temporary place. We’re with Aunt Tasha."Her small hands clutched at my shirt as she buried her face into my chest. "I want to go home, Mommy," she whimpered.I held her tighter, feeling the weight of the tears that threatened to escape. "I know, baby. I know. We’ll be back home soon. But for now, we’re her
Adrian’s POVI stood in my office, the morning sun streaming through the tall windows. The same office where I had made countless decisions, handled crises, and navigated the cutthroat corporate world. But today, I felt powerless.Sarah wasn't with me. She wasn't waiting back at home for me to get back. I had spent the entire night calling, searching, and pacing the empty hallways of the house. Nora’s laughter that once echoed in those walls was replaced with an unbearable silence. And now, after finally hearing her voice, I still couldn’t shake the ache in my chest.She promised she’d come back. But promises had a way of breaking under pressure.A slight knock at the door broke my thoughts. “Come in,” I said, my voice harsher than I intended.Richard stepped in, his expression unreadable. My father was a master of masking his emotions, but even he couldn’t entirely hide the curiosity—and disapproval—gleaming in his eyes.“I heard she left,” he said without preamble, closing the door
Sarah’s POVTasha led me into her guestroom, carrying Nora who had fallen asleep on the couch while Tasha and I talked. “It's nothing like the place you left but I hope you like it.” She said as she laid Nora down. I shook my head. “It is more than enough, Tasha. Thank you so much for supporting me in this.”She straightened up. “Who said I supported you? This is a sure path to losing the one guy who comes close to deserving you.”My heart clenched at her words. “What do you mean?”“You know exactly what I mean. Even a blind man can sense what's between you two. I saw you guys together just once and you both couldn't stop staring at the other.” She responded, folding her arms across her chest.“I don't know what you're talking about.” I lied, my flushed face betraying me.“Sure, girl. Whatever floats your boat.” She chuckled. “Should I serve you dinner?”“I don't feel like eating right now. Thanks once again, Tasha. You're a darling.”“Goodnight then.” She blew me a kiss as she clos
Adrian’s POVI hung up the phone with Sarah, the weight of her words still lingering in my chest. The conversation had left me with more questions than answers. She sounded calm, but I knew her too well to miss the cracks in her voice. Something was off. But before I could dwell on it any longer, Neville entered the room with a sense of urgency in his step.“Sir,” he said, holding up a tablet with the headline flashing across the screen. “You need to see this.”I took the tablet from him, my eyes scanning the words. The headline screamed at me like a cruel joke: “Sarah Blackwood’s Past Exposed—More Secrets Uncovered.” The article was filled with old photos of Sarah, ones I’d never seen, not the kind of images anyone would want resurfacing. Each photo painted her as someone far removed from the woman I knew—someone caught in a life she’d long since left behind.There were many more posts similar to that one.My heart pounded as I looked at the text beneath the photos, the commentary de
Sarah’s POVI hung up the phone, clutching it tightly as if it could somehow bridge the distance between Adrian and me. His words were reassuring, but I knew him well enough to sense the weight he was carrying. It wasn’t just the scandal or the board—it was the relentless expectation to prove himself, to be everything everyone demanded of him.The thought made my heart ache.I glanced at Nora, who was sprawled on the living room floor with her coloring books, completely unaware of the storm swirling around us. Her innocence was a fragile shield, one I was determined to protect at all costs.But how could I protect her when I could barely hold myself together?I needed air. Grabbing my coat, I called out to Nora. “Sweetheart, I’m stepping outside for a minute. Stay here, okay? I’ll be right back.”“Okay, Mommy!” she chirped, not looking up from her drawing.I stepped onto the porch, the crisp morning air biting against my skin. Taking a deep breath, I tried to clear my head, but the we