An arranged marriage? That's fine, after all it's someone she loves. Sarah is forced to marry a man and even though she loves him, his love is nonexistent for her. She can still hold on because she loves him but he cheated and she lost her baby and she lost her mind. She came back with a plan for revenge but unexpected events occurred,he changed and there's someone new.. What will she do when she's stuck between two men who claim to love her? What will she decide to do when her heart isn't giving her a clear signal? Should she revenge or forgive or even love? Fate is an entity that brings about unexpected turnarounds. The only thing we can do is to wait.
view moreCHAPTER 052Rowan’s Point of ViewI waited for her to come back from wherever she’d run off to. The tension in the air was almost suffocating. No one I’d ever dealt with was like Sarah. Charm or force could not sway her. The longer I waited, the more restless I became.I looked up from where I sat when the door creaked open. Her eyes were sharp and suspicious, as if she already knew I had something planned.With a cold voice, she asked, "What now, Rowan?"I pulled the small velvet box from my pocket and stood. Giving her something so small and trivial was a ridiculous gesture, especially considering the weight of everything I'd done to her. But I had to try.I stepped closer. “This is for you.”She looked at the box, then back at me. “Do you think you can buy me off with a gift?”I held it out and admitted, “No.” “I think you deserve something that proves I’m not your enemy.”She didn’t take it. Her jaw was tight, and she just stared at me. “What is it?”“Open it and see.”As she tore
CHAPTER 051Outside the storm had calmed a little, but inside my heart was a raging mess. My fingers sifted through the yellowed papers, searching for anything that could possibly explain the whisper I'd heard earlier."You don’t need to know who you really are."Those words had burrowed themselves into my mind, scratching at me like an itch I couldn’t reach.I wasn’t alone in the room. Detective Carter stood in the corner, arms crossed, his shadow reaching across the walls. He didn’t talk much, only watched me as I looked at him with that penetrating gaze that made me feel like I was trying to unravel some mystery he couldn’t even solve himself."What are we looking for?" His voice finally broke the silence, asking, "What are we looking for?"I didn’t look up. "The truth.""What's the truth about, Sarah?"I hesitated. Did I even know? The pull, though, was stronger than my doubt, and I kept going, the fragile papers crinkling under my fingertips.Then I saw it. A name. My name."Sara
CHAPTER 050 SARAH'S POINT OF VIEW With Jervis driving us out of the chaos of the house, I listened to the soft hum of the car engine. My thoughts collided; my mind filled with ideas. I looked at him, his jaw clenched as he stared at the road. Finally, I uttered, "I don't know where to start."His grip on the steering wheel tightened, but he didn’t look at me. Sarah, you don’t have to say anything. I get it. I also think you deserve better than what Rowan’s giving you.” His words were heavy and sharp, hanging in the air. I looked out the window, the city lights all blending together. I whispered, “It’s not that simple.” Jervis' frustration was palpable, and he sighed in response. You’re making it complicated; it’s not simple. The guy’s toxic, Sarah. “You know he’s controlling you.” His bluntness made me flinch, but I didn’t argue. My mind betrayed me, flashing back to Rowan earlier that night. He had seized my arm in a commanding and desperate manner, his eyes piercing.Jervis pu
CHAPTER 049 SARAH’S POINT OF VIEW I heard Lilith’s laugh in my head long after she left the room. The venom in her voice and the sharpness in every word cut me deeply, leaving her wounds like tiny knives that continued to pierce me. Every time she lost her grip, her danger increased. She was unraveling. I put my head against the window and stared out into the city, tears ruining my vision until the lights became streaks. I looked into the mirror and saw a woman ripped apart, barely hanging on. I wanted to scream, to hurl something that would allow the turmoil inside me to escape. I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms, but instead I felt nothing.Steady footsteps dragged toward me from the hallway. My heart leapt. Rowan. The door creaked open, and he was standing there, frustration stamped across his face. As if summoned against his will, he crossed his arms and leaned against the frame.“What did Lilith say to you this time?” His voice was sharp, yet it ca
CHAPTER 048 SARAH’S POINT OF VIEW My apartment was silent, and I felt like I was being slowly hanged. I clenched my hands into fists on the counter, taking shallow, quick breaths, trying to stop my thoughts racing. Rowan’s last words wouldn’t stop playing in my head. Sarah, you have no idea what’s coming. But you will.” It wasn’t a threat; it was worse. It was a promise. I looked at my phone on the table; its screen was dark and ominous. I wanted to call Jervis, wanting to hear his steady, reassuring voice tell me everything would be fine. The other part, the stronger part, knew I couldn’t rely on him for this. Whatever Rowan was planning, it was for me. I hesitated, my hand hovering over the phone. The sound of a loud knock at the door knocked me out of my thoughts, and I felt my heart swell up into my throat. Not again.“Sarah, open up!” I heard the familiar voice, and relief flooded me. Jervis.I unlocked the door quickly, practically stumbling to it. His hair was slightly
CHAPTER 047 Sarah’s Point of View Even cozy in its disarray, Jervis’s apartment felt safe. The corner lamp cast soft yellow light over the wooden floors, casting long shadows. It should have been comforting, but this evening it only made me more restless. I looked out the rain-splattered window, cars blurring past below. Jervis spoke behind me, his voice low and careful. “You can’t keep doing this to yourself, Sarah." I turned, and his steady green eyes met mine. His arms crossed, he was leaning against the kitchen counter. The laxity of his demeanour could not conceal the potency in his expression, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar. “I don’t know what you mean,” I said, but we both knew I was lying. His footsteps soft but firm, Jervis took a step closer. You’re torturing yourself trying to untangle everything, Rowan, your family, all of it. At some point, you’ve got to decide what matters more: answers or peace." I ran a hand through my hair and laughed bitterly. “Peace? Af
CHAPTER 046 Sarah’s Point of View The whirlwind in my chest matched the storm outside. I spread the papers across the floor of my room as rain battered the windows. Contracts, letters, and half-ripped photos stared back at me, pieces of a puzzle I couldn’t yet solve. Rowan’s family was mentioned more times than I could count, and my father’s name was always attached to it in ways that didn’t make sense. I grabbed a contract stamped with the Flint Pharmaceuticals logo; the ink faded but was legible enough to make me shiver. Dated before I was born, it was a business deal between my father and Steven Flint. The implications weren’t vague, but the terms were. It wasn’t just business. This was personal. I jumped, clutching the papers to my chest, as the door creaked. His tie was loosened, his hair damp from the rain, and Rowan stood in the door. He looked tired, but his eyes were sharp, and they scanned the room, landing on the mess of documents around me. He said, his voice low,
CHAPTER 045 Sarah’s Point of View The look he shot me, Rowan, and I had hit a boiling point. He hadn’t said much since the night I’d stormed out of his study, but his silence wasn’t a relief. It was worse. I could tell that whatever was coming wasn’t going to be good, and he was waiting, planning.I was in the library, pacing back and forth, holding the photo I’d taken from the folder. Steven Flint’s face stared back at me, next to my father’s frozen smile. I had never known about this. Why had no one ever told me? Behind me, the door creaked open, and I froze. I didn’t have to turn around to know it was Rowan. His presence was dense and oppressive, like the presence of a storm cloud. “Looking for something?” His voice was calm but sharp and made my skin prickle. I held up the photo and turned to face him. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?" He looked at the photo but didn’t get any closer. “Because it doesn’t matter." “Doesn’t matter?” My voice cracked. “This is my father.
CHAPTER 044 Sarah’s Point of View Outside, the storm mirrored the chaos in my head. One drop after another cascaded down the windows, transforming the monotonous ticking of a clock into a looming calamity. The folder was spread open in front of me, and I sat at my desk. Each page presented a new puzzle piece that I wasn't sure I wanted to solve. Suddenly, the connection became clear. Rowan’s family was in too many documents—contracts, letters, photos—with my father’s name beside theirs. And the scariest part was how easy it all felt, like I had been played in some game by them. I noticed one paper. The photograph was old and faded at the edges. My father stood in it, next to a younger Steven Flint, Rowan’s father. They clasped hands in a firm handshake and were grinning. A laboratory, sleek and sterile, lay behind them with a sign that read *Flint Research Facility. A note was scrawled across the bottom of the photo in shaky handwriting: "For the future he and I both dreamt."
CHAPTER 001The only thing you could hear was the espresso machine humming to itself and the slight scrape of a chair against the wooden floor. The streets of New York were blanketed in a pristine layer of white snow that fell steadily outside. I leaned slightly against the window, pretending to clean a stubborn smudge that didn’t actually exist, and my breath fogged the glass.People my age walked down the street out there, their laughter muted by the thick panes of glass. Outside they stopped in a group, bundled into scarves and coats and carrying armsful of paper bags from the bakery next door. Another girl pressed a muffin to her face; her eyes widened, announcing the muffin to her friend in a way that may or may not have been a joke. Their voices filled with warmth and joy; they laughed.I didn’t know I was staring until one of them looked up and made eye contact. I embarrassed myself quickly, turning away and concentrating hard on the counter that I was wiping down. Regret gnawe...
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