Sarah I wait until the coast is clear. Vincent has been gone for hours now, and when I asked Jennifer about it, she confirmed that he wasn't coming home until midnight. Now is my chance to snoop! I tiptoe to the study, my heart beating fast. I know I shouldn't be doing this, but the curiosity is killing me. I frantically search his huge desk, finding nothing. His files are in order. He seems like a neat freak and I am not surprised. Most sociopaths are, according to all the movies I watched. "If I was Vincent, where would I hide a key?" I say aloud to the empty room. My eyes scan the immaculate surface of Vincent's desk, frustration building as I find nothing out of the ordinary. Just as I'm about to give up, my fingers brush against a slightly raised edge. Intrigued, I press on it, and to my surprise, a hidden drawer smoothly slides open. Holy shit! This is so cool! Did he steal this desk from the movie set of Sherlock Holmes? My breath catches in my throat as I glimpse its co
Sarah Vincent clasps my hand tightly as we enter the party, filled with men in sharp suits and women wearing expensive cocktail dresses. It's one of those extravagant affairs that screams wealth and status. I couldn't get away with wearing denim shorts for this event, so I'm wearing a velvet dress that falls above my knees and high heels. My eyes sparkled with anticipation, but Vincent's grip tightened—a silent command to remain at his side. "Remember, you're here as my wife and I am well respected in this crowd," Vincent mutters, a sneer warping the corner of his mouth. "Don't embarrass me." My smile falters. Way to ruin my mood already! "Embarrass you?" I echo, heat rising in my cheeks. "How presumptuous of you." "Can you blame me for thinking that? You've been nothing but a pain in my ass ever since we got married. So just do me a favor and don't make a scene, Sarah," he says, his voice dripping with condescension. Oh, hell no. Now I want to make a scene! I pull away from
Sarah My hands tremble as I follow Vincent into the spacious bathroom, lined with marble and adorned with gold fixtures. He has a firm grip on my arm, pulling me along like a disobedient child. I don't resist, knowing I am the one at fault here for ruining his suit jacket. I'm dabbing at Vincent's jacket with a wad of damp paper towels, trying to blot out the dark stain that's spread like a shadow across the fabric. The sharp scent of the gravy mixes with the sterile tang in the air of the bathroom, and I'm hyper-aware of his gaze on me—disapproving, cold. "Careful," he snaps as I press too hard, and a fresh wave of the savory scent hits my nostrils. "You're just making it worse." The jacket feels stiff under my fingers, the fine material clearly not meant for clumsy hands or makeshift cleanups. I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks, anger flaring up inside me at his tone. He's standing too close, his presence overbearing, making the small space of the bathroom even more stifli
Sarah After Sophia leaves, I feel lonely again. I walk around the garden for a bit and then go back to my room to read my book. The house is surprisingly quiet today. No sign of Vincent or Nathan anywhere. I excitedly open the book, ready to dive into some steamy erotica. But my excitement quickly turns into frustration as memories of giving Vincent a blowjob flood my mind, and I angrily hurl the book against the wall. Why does he have to ruin everything, even my reading material? Ugh! Fuck you, Vincent, and your stupid abs and handsome face. DING! I nearly jump out of my skin as my phone chimes. "Hey, bitch. My birthday is tomorrow evening. You are coming, right?" my friend Natalie's text graces my eyeballs. I glance at the text on my phone and beam. It's Natalie's birthday tomorrow, and I had completely forgotten about it. How could I? She's been my best friend since high school. But between the marriage sham and my husband's mysterious vendetta, everything else seemed to hav
VincentWhat am I doing anymore?Why did I just impulsively invite myself to Sarah's friend's party? It's not like me to seek out some one-night entertainment or indulge in juvenile fun. I don't even like going to business events.But here I am, going against my own grain and stepping into a world that is not my own. I can already imagine the swarm of carefree nineteen and twenty year olds that will fill the party. And then there's me - feeling like an outsider among them all. So why did I even bother agreeing to come?"Are you really coming with me?" Sarah asks for the third time.My annoyance rises at her persistence. "Yes, I am," I reply curtly.She furrows her brow, concern etched into her features. "You're not going to cramp my style, right?"I can't help but smirk in response. "Cramp your style? Really?"She nods seriously. "Yes. But don't worry, even if you try to rain on my parade, it won't work. Natalie is my girl and I can do whatever I please at her party. So there." She st
Vincent It didn't take long before Sarah passed out in my car as I drove home. I sigh in frustration. Is that what my life has come to? Hanging out with teenagers and dragging my drunk wife home? She mumbles something next to me in the passenger seat, so I look over at her. "What's that?" "MM...thirsty," she says with her eyes closed. I pull over at a convenience store and grab a bottle of water for her from the cooler. My heart races in annoyance as I pay for it. This girl had brought me nothing but trouble these past few weeks. But I guess I have no one else to blame but myself for marrying her. Once we are moving again, she chugs half of the bottle and passes out again. Great, just great. I turn up the music to try and block out my thoughts about how pathetic this all feels. The bass thumps through the speakers as I tap my fingers on the steering wheel in sync with the beat. Lights from passing cars flash across her face, casting weird shadows on her closed eyes. We pull in
SarahMy voice trembles as I stutter out the words, "My penthouse? You want me to sign it over to Vincent? Why?"As soon as my father showed up unannounced, I should have known trouble was on the horizon."He said he wanted it. And I...I can't deny his request," my father, Thomas, says quietly."Oh? kind of like how you couldn't deny his request to buy me?" I say bitterly."Stop being so dramatic, Sarah. I didn't sell you off. You seem content where you are," Thomas responds with annoyance.It's true, I'm not completely unhappy here, but still..."I won't give up the penthouse. It was a gift from Mom, and her priceless art collection is there. They hold sentimental value to me," I plead my case."It's not that you're completely losing it, Sarah. After all, you're married to Vincent and can visit whenever you please, right Vincent?" Thomas turns his gaze to Vincent, who has been silently observing our conversation."Wrong," Vincent interjects with a steely tone. "She won't be able to v
SarahI burst through the heavy, wooden door of Vincent's study, my steps echoing loudly in the otherwise quiet room. I storm in with determination, my breath coming out in quick bursts.Vincent doesn't even flinch at my dramatic entrance. Instead, he slowly raises his head and peers at me over the rim of his sexy professor glasses."Can I help you?" he grumbles in his deep, velvety voice, his lips curling into a small smirk.I point at him. "You are dead to me!"Vincent removes his glasses and places them on the table in front of him. He reclines in his chair, his gaze fixed on me with intensity."That's great, Sarah. Did you just come here to tell me that? Or is there something else I can do for you?" he asks."Do you take me for a joke? Like some tiny, gullible toy you can toss around?" I demand to know with a huff.Vincent lets out an exasperated sigh. "Is this about the Penthouse again?""Yes! If you think for one second I will let you demolish it, you have another thing coming,
SarahMy heart feels like it will burst right out of my chest. Bryce is home. It has been two weeks since the kidnapping but I don't want to think about it anymore. My baby is finally back in my arms after the agonizing days of not knowing where he was or if I'd ever see him again. I cling to him tightly, tears of joy and relief streaming down my face."It's okay, Mommy's got you," I whisper, stroking his hair as he nestles against me.Vincent wraps his arms around us both, and we stay huddled together on the couch for a long time, just holding each other and crying. We are exhausted, completely drained after the trauma of Bryce's kidnapping. But now that he is home safe, some of the crushing weight has been lifted off our shoulders."I can't believe this nightmare is finally over," Vincent says hoarsely, his voice heavy with emotion. "We've got our boy back."I nod, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. The terror and despair of the past week still cling to me, making my hands
VincentThe whiskey burns my throat as I swallow hard. Across from me sits Detective Mills, his steely eyes boring into mine."It's the work of Thomas. I know it," I tell him.I shift in my seat. Thomas Whitmore. Just the sound of his name makes my blood boil.Mills nods. "We have to consider every possibility. Especially given your...history with the man."I let out a bitter laugh. "History. That's one word for it." My hands curl into fists at the memory. "I stole everything from me. So he stole my son."Mills holds my gaze steadily. "I appreciate you being so candid. We'll leave no stone unturned in investigating Whitmore's involvement. I promise you that."I let out a shaky breath, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on my chest. But for Bryce, I have to stay strong."Just bring me back my boy," I say hoarsely. "Whatever it takes."Mills nods, his eyes filled with grim determination. "We will, Vincent. You have my word."Mills gathers up the case files on the table, tucking the
VincentMy heart pounds like a jackhammer as I pace back and forth across the living room floor. The clock on the wall ticks deafeningly loud, each second an eternity as I wait anxiously for the phone to ring. I run a shaky hand through my hair, swallowing hard past the lump in my throat.Sarah is sitting on the couch, sobbing quite while the police detective stares at the phone. I am told that the kidnappers always call immediately after the kidnapping."Come on, come on," I mutter under my breath, glancing at the silent phone for the hundredth time. I bite my lip until I taste blood, trying to rein in the panic rising in my chest.Where is he? Is he okay? A million terrifying scenarios race through my mind, each one worse than the last. I squeeze my eyes shut, shaking my head sharply. I can't go there. I have to keep it together for Bryce.I stop pacing and take a deep breath, rolling my shoulders back. I just have to hold on a little longer. Everything is going to be okay. The phon
SarahIt is finally Christmas day and I am feeling pretty festive as all of us gathered around the beautifully decorated Christmas tree."Look at all these presents!" Sophia exclaimed, clapping her hands together in excitement. "You guys went overboard.""Sarah did most of the shopping," Vincent announces."I couldn't help it. I love spending your money," I grin. "Besides, it's Bryce's first Christmas!""Where is the little guy?" Lucy asks."Upstairs, sleeping. I will wake him up in a few minutes," I say."It's also my first Christmas with my wife," Vincent says, pulling me closer.My heart flutters as I look at his loving gaze. "That's the real present," I tease, nudging him gently.Nathan suddenly enters the room, carrying a tray of steaming mugs of hot chocolate."Hot chocolate, anyone?" Nathan offers, his gaze lingering on Lucy for just a moment longer than necessary."Thanks, Nathan," I say, gratefully taking a mug from him. I noticed the subtle tension between Nathan and Lucy.
Sarah"Alright, ladies," Vincent says with a grin, "I've got to head out. Take good care of our little furball, won't you?""Of course!" I reply, giving him a quick peck on the lips before ushering him out the door. "Have a great day at work.""Thanks, love. See you all tonight." With a final wave, Vincent closes the door behind him."Alright, girls, let's go play with the new puppy!" I exclaim, clapping my hands together in excitement. "Let's take him outside in the garden.Lucy and Sophia laughed, but I knew they were just as excited as I was.Outside, the sun was shining bright, so it was the perfect weather for the puppy to run around."Is Bryce is going to be okay?" Sophia asks."Oh, yes. He is fast asleep, and I can hear the monitor on my phone, "I reply. I can't wait until he is old enough to play with Teddy," I add as I look at the little dog frolicking around.I watch with amusement as Teddy leaps into the air, trying to catch a butterfly that is just out of his reach."What
SarahAs soon as we enter the animal shelter, my heart leaps. I take in the sight of all those wagging tails and perked ears poking out from behind chain link fences."Hey there, cutie!" I coo, stopping to scratch a spotted mutt behind his floppy ears. His tail thumps against the concrete floor in appreciation.Vincent chuckles, giving my shoulder a squeeze. "Someone's excited.""Are you kidding? Just look at all these faces!" I gesture excitedly. "How could I not be? There are so many puppies here!"Vincent smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "How will you choose?""I will know when I see the right one," I say determinedly.We make our way down the crowded aisles, pausing every so often so I can offer a scratch or a kind word. Somewhere among all this fur and fluff was a new member of our family, just waiting to be found.I can't wait to welcome them home.I let my feet guide me, weaving through the maze of kennels as I take in all the unique personalities around me. There are
SarahI scowl as I see Lucy striding toward me in the garden.Should I pretend like I didn't see her and walk back inside the house?No, that's just silly. Besides, I have no reason to be this hostile to her. She hasn't done anything to me to deserve such treatment. If anything, it's my insecurity that's the real problem!"Sarah! Hi!" She says cheerfully as she finally caught up with me."H-hi," I say, holding Bryce pressed against my chest. He is finally able to breathe without oxygen tube and is healthy enough to see some sunlight. So I had him wrapped inside one of those baby slings so I can walk with him in the garden.Lucy's grey eyes warm as she looks at Bryce. "Oh my goodness, he's adorable! How's he doing?""He's doing great," I reply, my initial tension easing a bit. "He's come a long way.""I'm so glad to hear that," Lucy says, her smile warm and genuine. "You must be so relieved.""I am," I admit, my voice softening. "It's been a tough few months, but seeing him like this m
Vincent"Humph!"Sarah mutters under her breath, but I hear it clearly.My lips quirk into a mischievous grin as I revel in her obvious discontent.Meanwhile, Lucy remains blissfully unaware of Sarah's disapproval, flashing a toothy smile my way."Vince! Oh, it's so good to see you again. I've missed you," Lucy says.She had rushed towards me, wrapping her arms around me in a warm embrace earlier right in front of Sarah.Oh, boy. I'll be in trouble later.Jennifer's daughter Lucy towered over Sarah, her long and slender frame accentuated by the ash blonde locks cascading down her back. Her piercing light grey eyes seemed to radiate an intense energy.Right now, we are all sitting in the living room. Jennifer served us coffee and some snacks so we can catch up with Lucy."My god, Vince. I can't believe you got married. And to someone so...young at that," Lucy says, looking at Sarah."I am not that young," Sarah nearly barks, her tone defensive and her eyes narrowing.Lucy raises an eye
SarahSix days until Christmas. Oh god, I'm so excited!Bryce is now two months old, and he looks healthier than ever despite being so small. The little guy has brought so much joy into our lives, and this will be his first Christmas. I can't wait to see his reaction to the lights and the decorations!I am running around the house, adding final touches to the decorations. In two months, I also regained my health, feeling stronger and more energized each day.I take a moment to admire the scene, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. After everything we've been through recently, this moment of peace feels even more precious.I walk over to the crib where Bryce is lying, watching the mobile spin slowly above him. His big eyes are wide with wonder, and he coos softly."Hey there, buddy," I whisper, leaning down to gently stroke his tiny hand. "Ready for your first Christmas?"Bryce's fingers curl around mine, and I can't help but smile.I feel a presence behind me, but I don't turn ar