Samira Reddy had brought him very fabricated proofs on which he had got faith. Even yet, he had no intention of abandoning Sara Owen. He had chosen to conduct his own independent investigations into each instance. When he had received the marriage documents, he simultaneously asked the divorce papers to be prepared. Believing that he would leave the woman if the marriage would be miserable for her. The documents, however, remained in the office. He had accidentally discovered those papers in his workplace the last day and had made the decision to take them home. Not to throw them on her face, he wanted to file them. But he went mad when he saw Sara Owen and Rudra Reddy in the hospital. He became disoriented and destroyed everything. However, the foolish woman was too afraid to verify his signature on those documents. He didn't sign them, either! When he discovered her disappearance in the villa the next morning, his rage subsided and he realised his mistake. He was ultimately relie
Every morning, it is said, brings new energy with it. This energy helps to heal some of the wounds of the past. The beautiful morning had already passed, and the sun was on its way to the brow. It was eleven in the morning. Sara Owen awoke from a deep sleep in the arms of an intimately acquainted masculine man. The man's virile aroma brought her back to the present. As she felt pain between her legs, she swallowed saliva. Last night was horrible. She inhaled smoke and a strong smell of alcohol along with the manly aroma. It made her shiver because he was already awake and…drunk a lot. “Sleep more.” Sara Owen finally regretted hearing his hoarse voice. Her head was lying on his bare chest and he had wrapped his arm around her thin waist clutching her closer. An arm was lying beneath his head as he was gripping a cigarette looking straight at the ceiling. He hadn’t slept after having sex with her. He kept drinking and smoking while having the woman in his arms. It happened after a
Sara Owen stood at the study room door for a long time. She couldn't hear any movement from inside, and the low yellow flame had gone out. It appeared to be a reflection. Where would he be if he wasn't there? She returned her gaze to the kitchen. When Yohan Dixon got out of the study room after sipping many cigarettes, his gaze was drawn to the kitchen. The lights were turned on. He stepped towards the kitchen, and the delicious aroma of the meal warmed his heart. The thin woman was preparing food. Looking at her thin back, he leaned against the door and lit a cigarette. He suddenly realised how much he was looking forward to this. Sara Owen did not dare to turn back after smelling his manly fragrance mixed with the strong smell of alcohol and tobacco. She was overjoyed. The man was still habituated staring at her back. She returned her gaze to him after she finished preparing the meal. “Dinner has been prepared.” He extinguished the cigarette and proceeded to the dining hall. S
After a long day, Sara Owen emerged from Dixon headquarters and found Rudra Reddy standing in front of her. Sara Owen's nerves were frayed the moment she saw him. His deep gaze softened when he saw the thin and beautiful woman approaching him. This was an unusual fact. When he saw her approaching him, his heart was overjoyed, but sadness had wrapped its cloak around it because he knew she would never be with him. For a while, he ignored the pain in his stomach and focused on her lovely face. “You are here.” Her sweet voice reached into his ears, pulling him into the present. “I've come to see someone.” His fervent gaze revealed his sadness. “Don’t tell me you are here to pick someone?” Her humor made him smile. He nodded, “Let’s go.” In a pleasant restaurant, Sara Owen was reading the menu and Rudra Reddy was looking at her with his deep gaze. He knew that this woman had only kept her husband in her heart, and she was unable to remove the mask of sadness that accompanied the se
The sun was moving above heads. The tall and attractive man stood near the french window, palms inside his well-stitched black trousers. His eyes were dark, but his face was frosty. He appeared to be thinking about something serious. The remaining two handsome men sat on the couch drinking wine and admiring the fantastic man's masculine back. “What do you think?” Ryan Jenkins sipped red wine. “She must have awoken by now.” Fang glanced at Yohan Dixon and said in his low voice. “It won't be long before she realises that the man she went to bed with didn't even warm her bed.” Ryan Jenkins turned to face Yohan Dixon, who had just lit a cigarette for him. “Ricky, you must be satisfied.” The atmosphere in the room turned freezing when he exhaled smoke rings. Director Fang straightened his back in surprise and swallowed saliva. Today, for the first time, he was facing Yohan Dixon, the terrible and ruthless man. When he exhaled smoke rings, the air in the room became icy. In a surprise,
Bruno Dixon sat in an armchair by the bedroom's French window, staring out the window at the growing darkness. Only then did his wife enter the room, and her gaze was drawn to her husband, who was still waiting sadly for his nephew as always. She approached her husband with a shawl, placed it on his torso, and sat beside him. “You're still waiting for him, who hasn't arrived in this villa after for months.” Natalie expressed her sadness. “What should he do? I had told him not to come without Sara. But I didn't realise how much he would be missed.” “You know him.” “Yes, I know he will obey me until he brings Sara. But, I miss him terribly.” Natalie slowly placed her palm on his thigh and they looked at each other. “He broke up with Samira. She pretended to die in order to conceal her pregnancy. It is fortunate that Ricky came to know the truth.” “As far as I know him, he knew the truth from the moment he found Samira.” “Maybe. He is smart. He can do anything. But, one more news
After slapping Ryan Jenkins, Gracie was in a bad mood. She was embarrassed to call him because she was angry with him. She was eager to see him. She wished to speak with him. But he… He never approached her after that slap, indicating that he was angry. But the truth was that he was terrified of the woman’s anger. A puppy was trapped below the bench by the street. Its sobbing drew her attention. She knelt down and easily let go of the puppy. She sighed, caressing its back. “Your situation is similar to mine. We are both sad and broken.” Ryan Jenkins smiled brightly as he watched the pretty girl play with the filthy puppy. The mother of the puppy arrived and barked. Gracie was startled by the sudden noise and stepped back. The puppy escaped her grasp and the woman fell into the arms of the handsome man. The grip was firm. He did not allow her to fall to the ground. When Gracie opened her eyes, she saw a familiar face and got goosebumps. His eyes were gentle and deep. His allure was
It was eleven o’clock. The night was freezing and dark. The elegant black car was parked in front of the October villa. The tall and handsome man was smoking in the driver's seat and the pretty woman was sleeping beside him. He had become a chain smoker, but he had a deeper addiction to his wife than it. He could go a minute without a cigarette but not a minute without his wife. Even though he was a tough businessman and ruthless person to the rest of the world, he wanted to be the best person in the world for his wife. He threw away the cigarette and gazed at his sleeping wife, who resembled a princess in every way. He had no idea how many men liked this woman all over the world. She had captured hearts of many men with her beauty and innocence, according to some. But she had no idea how mercilessly she had melted his heart. When he raised his strong palm and touched his wife's soft cheek, peace spread throughout his restless mind, and all his troubles buried somewhere. This woman
Sara Owen replaced the coffee mug on the table and went to look at the screen. However, after reading the report, there was darkness in the eyes that were bright with hope. The forensic report also revealed nothing. Someone has done something very cleverly. Sara Owen sat on the chair and gazed at the screen with her dried gaze. Her heart tightened due to fear. The memories of that evening were floating in her mind continuously. - “I will burn the whole world.” “Is this all you want?” “I want you.” “I will take care of myself for your sake. Don’t be sad.” “Go to bed. I will come before morning.” - Sara Owen covered her face in her palms and cried as much as she could. Assistant Nolan couldn’t tolerate her yearnings and kept holding his sadness in his heart. The whole world was excited, frightened… Who was that person who dared to kidnap Yohan Dixon? Or… This was not a kidnap. What had happened to Yohan Dixon on that night? The next evening… Sara Owen was standing in front o
"Why Ryan is calling you?" Gracie was confused. "Ryan..." Wiping her tears, Sara Owen picked up the call. "Hi, Sara. I am sorry on behalf of my stupid assistant." "Did you talk to Yohan after last night?" She asked hurriedly. "No. I mean, we both returned in his jet and I went straight to my villa. What's wrong?" "Ryan... He..." Sara Owen lowered her mobile phone and started crying. Gracie snatched her mobile phone. "Ryan, what the hell is going on? Will you tell me?" "Gracie, are you there with Sara? What's going on?" "Come here, right now." Gracie hung up the call angrily leaving Ryan Jenkins confused. She consoled Sara Owen, "Sara, what happened? Did Ryan hurt you?" Sara Owen raised her head and looked at her with tearful eyes. "Yohan..." "What did he do to you? Did he again...?" Sara Owen shook her head and cried. After half an hour... Ryan Jenkins sighed while shaking his head, "This man always terrifies people. He should have at least informed you where he was goin
The car was alone on the road and was at its top speed. While exhaling smoke, he dialled the first number from the list of his incoming calls. The call connected quickly. "On the way." Hearing the opponent, he hung up the call and placed the cigarette between his dark lips. His sharp and dark gaze was straight on the road. ... Placing the bag on the desk, she came to the French window of the bedroom and looked out. The beautiful garden was filled with colourful flowers. She hugged herself and inhaled her tension. Her man had gone somewhere without informing her. He would come before morning. This night would be tough, too. This night will again be spent waiting for him. Maybe it was a spell. Worrying for him, being happy for him, crying for him... She didn't know the meaning of love until she fell in love with her husband. The pure feeling of this love made her understand that she also deserves to be loved. Yohan Dixon, whom people consider to be the coldest and most unsympathe
The man sitting in the backseat of his elegant black car raised his eyebrows. The happiness of his wife was reflected in her sweet voice. "What are you doing?" "I just returned from university. I was going to take a shower." "Without me?" "Yohan" The fire in his heart did not cool down until she blushed. "Did you miss me?" The straight-talking man could not ask why his wife had called him. “How are you?” “Who has the courage to disturb me?” Hearing his arrogant answer, she looked down, “I was worried. I couldn't control myself so... Please forgive me if I disturbed you.” “I was at work.” He did not lie. “You are always busy.” She bit her lips in irritation. “Is this a complaint or a compliment?” The corners of his lips raised slightly. “My heartbeats were scaring me that you are not safe.” Her sad voice made him serious. He could bear everything but not his wife’s sadness. “I didn't want you to come with me.” “I'm not mad.” She smiled sadly. “But, you're sad.” His hea
Along with the vortex of questions in Sara Owen's mind, there was also a flood of worries. Months ago, she was warned by Yohan Dixon not to be seen even around this man. But, today in his absence, she was going to her university in Neel Dixon’s car. Yohan Dixon was already in a bad state of mind regarding Rudra Reddy's suicide and if he finds out about it... The thought of his rage sent shivers down Sara Owen's spine. She hugged her chest. Seeing her tying her arms, Neel Dixon adjusted the air conditioning of the car. “You are feeling cold.” His legislation broke her thoughts. “No...” “Nice to see you after many months. I called you many times but the phone was always switched off.” “Now that phone has turned on.” “Yes, after you came back, everything seems as before.” The tone in his low voice was strange. “Nothing is like before. It has become better than before.” “I missed you a lot. Didn't you ever miss me? I mean, even when uncle had thrown you out of the villa...” “He i
Yohan Dixon exhaled heavily and tossed the cigarette butt into the ashtray. His dynamic aura was surrounded by smoke. He raised his cold gaze to the officers and terrified them with his sharp gaze. "You want to claim that I caused him to die." The police officer was already spooked. Yohan Dixon's keen eyes made him even more afraid. "I'm not accusing you, sir, but..." He interrupted, "But. You didn't even consider who you were going to ask today before coming here." "I apologise, sir. I didn't mean to offend your honour, but... "Again… BUT" Lighting a cigarette for him, he said, "I'm also very much involved in this BUT." "Sir... I'd like to ask you some questions for investigation purposes. Please assist." "Speak." Sitting leisurely on his chair, he exhaled smoke rings in the air blowing the officer's mind. The police officer turned on the recorder and asked. "He called you, according to the call records. What happened in that one-and-a-half minute between you two?" "I can pl
On the top floor of the most expensive private suite of the most expensive hotel room, the private suite was covered in the darkness of a moonless night. A tall man was standing near the railing while sipping whiskey and smoking cigarettes. The coldness spread on his face and in his eyes was deadly. Rudra Reddy did suicide. Why? He had called him. He wanted to talk about something. What did he know? All these questions had created a storm in his mind and were giving him feelings of helplessness and rage. Yohan Dixon threw the glass of whisky, slammed the wine tray on the ground and stumbled on the couch while closing his red eyes. He was angry. He was so much mad at Rudra Reddy. If the man would have been alive, he would have strangled him to death and asked him about the whole matter. The foolish coward man could not talk to him once. He should have talked to him properly. He should have waited for him. He gripped the cigarette in his palm carelessly. Ryan Jenkins opened the doo
The next morning was a hurdle. Bruno Dixon was discharged and taken to Dixon villa safely. Natalie was completely broken down due to her husband’s poor health. The family was in shock. Dressed in a brown suit and black shirt, Yohan Dixon looked attractive. His dark and senseless gaze was straight at his uncle, who was unable to speak about what had happened to him last. Sara Owen looked at her husband’s dismal face and placed her palm on his back. His cold gaze turned deep when he looked at his wife. Her pure and slim smile touched his heart. Gripping her wrist, he got her out of the bedroom. "Did you sleep well last night?" Wrapping his long arms around her thin waist, he asked. "I did. But it seems you did not sleep well." His eyes were dark. He kept staring at her pretty face and she kept playing with his collar. “I will drop you.” She hesitated. Looking into his eyes, she said, “Yohan… I can’t leave aunty. She is…” “You should go, darling.” A broken and low voice entered th
In the study room, the lights were off. A shadow of the long man was reflecting on the carpet. He was standing in front of the glass wall placing both his palms inside his well-stitched black pants. His face was hidden in the darkness of the night. The moon was trying to peek inside the room but only could reach his masculine chest. Black room, black night and black suit. Everything was black including the ashes of his burnt heart. Once who used to be carefree, this man had now become like a mannequin in which there were no tears left so that he could cry over his meaningless and hollow life. He closed his red and swollen eyes so that he could let go of his memories. But even after doing this, he did not get peace. Now that face was visible to him, with whom he had committed the crime of loving a lot. She was smiling beautifully in his psyche. Her sweet and heart-touching voice started echoing in his ears. -Rudra- Seeing her, he always felt that he was connected with that woman fro