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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,
VincentThe sheer audacity of that girl was enough to make my blood boil. My body trembled with the effort to contain my rage as I fought against the instinct to physically lash out at her. God, I wanted to pick her up and throw her across the room!I can't believe she bit my fucking lip. The searing pain ignited a primal fury within me, my vision turning red, but I held myself back. Breathing deeply, I lean against the wall, my hand balled up into a fist.She is staring at me intently with a defiant look on her face, and for once, I don't see a hint of fear in her eyes. I won't lie and say that doesn't turn me on a little."You really don't know who you're messing with," I growl, my voice like grinding metal gears."Yes, I know. You are a tough guy and such a scary man. I am quaking," she says in a mocking tone.Dammit...why isn't she scared of me?My heart pounds in my chest as I stalk towards her, looming over her petite form. She doesn't flinch or cower as I expected. Despite my
SarahI strut up to the counter, hips swaying, eyes glinting with mischief. Now that I have my prized possession, my mama's painting, I feel a lot better now."Two lattes, please. Extra hot," I purr, gaze sliding to where Vincent sits.His eyes pin me in place, dark and fathomless. Waiting. Watching.Always watching.The chalkboard menu blurs before me as my heart pounds. Damn him. He still gets to me, even now.The barista clears her throat. "Sorry, what kind of lattes did you want?"I drag my gaze away from Vincent's, pulse racing. "Caramel macchiato for me, flat white for him."That's what he ordered. It's not my fault that he is boring!The barista nods and gets to work as I pay, with Vincent's credit card, of course.My hands tremble and I clench them into fists. I won't give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he affects me.How much power he still holds.When the drinks are ready, I saunter back to the table, hips swinging in exaggerated confidence.Vincent's gaze darkens,
SarahMy heart thuds in my chest as I follow Vincent to the room. What is he going to show me? What could my father possibly have done for Vincent to hate him so much?"You want to know what kind of a person your father is? I'll show you," Vincent growls. He opens a safe that I couldn't get to the last time I was snooping here and takes out something that looks like a piece of paper. It looks like a photograph.He marches towards me, slamming the photo down on the desk with force. "Take a good look," he commands, his eyes blazing with intensity.I pick up the photo and study it, my heart pounding in my chest. The woman in the picture is pretty, with her strawberry-blonde hair and piercing green eyes. "Who is she?" I whisper, fear creeping into my voice.A chill runs down my spine as I sense Vincent's presence looming behind me. With a deep breath, he speaks, "Her name was Maya - my girlfriend from college."My mind races with questions, trying to piece together the puzzle in front of
Sarah As I gaze into Vincent's eyes, I can see the depth of his hatred towards my father. His once bright blue eyes have now turned a deep, menacing shade of black - a reflection of the fury that is consuming him. It is clear that he is determined to destroy my father and will go to any lengths to achieve his goal. But where do I stand in this? "What about me?" I ask timidly. Vincent's expression hardens. "What about you?" "Why punish me for his sins? I had nothing to do with what he did to Maya," I say quietly. Vincent shakes his head. "You don't get it, do you? This is all part of my revenge. You are his only daughter, his flesh and blood. So I will make sure you suffer as much as he made Maya suffer." "But that's not fair!" I cry. Vincent's laughter echoes through the room, cold and devoid of empathy. "Fair?" he scoffs. "Life isn't fair, Sarah. Your father's actions have consequences, and you're not exempt from them just because you were not responsible." I feel a surge of
SarahSophia's voice was filled with surprise and shock as she spoke, her eyes wide and her hand covering her mouth in disbelief. "Wow, I had no idea Vincent went through something like that in college. I never would have guessed he was in love with someone like that," she says, a hint of sadness in her tone.My heart constricts at the memory of Vincent's past love, knowing how much it still affects him. "Yeah, it was a difficult time for him. And now he's determined to hurt me because of it," I say with a heavy sigh, my own thoughts swirling with conflicted emotions.After my argument with Vincent last night, I ran off to the guest room and shut the door. I would've gone to the bedroom, but I didn't want to risk him breaking the door again.And now, I'm sitting in the garden with Sophia, telling her my sad tale about how my husband wants to make my life into a living hell.Sophia's brow furrows as she ponders my words. "Hmm...I don't know, Sarah. I don't think Vincent would actually
VincentIt's not like I'm actively looking for ways to make Sarah suffer. At least not like what I was doing with Thomas.As for Thomas, he is my primary target and I will stop at nothing to hurt him in every possible way. And if Sarah believes she will be spared, she is gravely mistaken. Revenge knows no mercy in my eyes.I handed him over a large sum of money to cover his loss, knowing it would give him a false sense of security. He smiled and thanked me, thinking his problem was solved. But little does he know, I'm just biding my time, waiting for the perfect moment to unleash my revenge on him.I know exactly how to exploit his vulnerabilities and weaknesses. It's only a matter of time before I strike again, and this time, he won't be able to recover easily.And as for Sarah...I have to admit, I'm a little impressed by her resilience. She's tougher than I initially gave her credit for. But that doesn't mean I'll go easy on her. If anything, her strength only fuels my determinatio
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