“He is Adrian.” He threw a giant amount of smoke. Sara Owen did not know how he knew his name but a nervousness appeared in her heart that he would ask her to leave the villa and go to her husband and Adrian was searching for her. “Did you see him?” Yohan Dixon turned back and looked at her with his cold glare which made her lower her eyes as usual. “You should not question back.” His voice was raspy. “Yes. He is my husband.” He looked at her from head to toe then sat on the couch leisurely while smoking. She had held her palms tighter which was showing that she was scared. “Wife should live with her husband.” That's what Sara Owen feared. “I am running away from him because…” She closed her eyes tightly. “He has lost me in gambling and those people are searching for me. I don't want to go to them. I want to save my existence.” She slowly opened her teary eyes and looked at her trembling palms near her stomach. “That night you sheltered me in your house without questioning a
At night, as usual, Yohan Dixon returned to October villa after downing alcohol. Sara Owen was not afraid of his drinking and stumbling. In her eyes, his respect was at its peak as she wanted to devote her whole life to serving him. When he finished dinner, he did not stand up and Sara Owen was cautioned about this.“Should I cook something for you?” She asked hesitantly.“Sit and eat in front of me.” His straight question in a hoarse voice was terrific which shocked her.“You...”“Yes, I will sit here.” He replied.Sara Owen sat in front of him and looked at the leftovers. He leaned back and lit a cigarette for him.“Come on. Eat.”Sara Owen hesitantly gathered leftovers on a plate and held the spoon while biting her lips. It was awkward to eat in front of him because she was a maid and he was the owner. How could they share dine together?“Why don’t you cook for yourself?”His question shuddered her and she looked at him in confusion but his red eyes made her afraid and she lowered h
“We will discuss after returning to October.” “But…” Didn't they come here to clear the misunderstandings? Wasn't he going to handle the things? “Shhh…” He held her face in his palms and she blinked her big and beautiful eyes in anxiety. His warm breaths fell on her face. “Wow. Ricky can’t be such romantic.” Natalie held Bruno’s arm in shock. “They are newlywed. Don’t peek at them.” “Don’t you trust me?” Yohan Dixon asked affectionately. “I do.” She blinked her beautiful eyes. “Then select a date.” He said in his low and deep voice then left the living room. She kept staring at his back in a daze. Why? Was he determined to marry her? She bit her lips and then lowered her gaze while thinking about him. “Why are you standing alone?” Natalie came to her and held her palm with a smile. “Come and sit here.” They sat on the couch in the living room. “Ricky is a cold man. Frankly speaking, I haven’t seen such deepness in his eyes when he used to look at you. ” Sara Owen smiled h
Yohan Dixon was reading a document when she knocked on the door of the study room. He raised his eyes and looked at the digital watch placed on the table. It was midnight. “Come.” He leaned back in the chair while lighting a cigarette for him. A thin and pretty woman entered the study room with her pale face and lowered eyes. Yohan Dixon parted his lips and threw smoke rings. His dark figure was hidden behind the smoky yellow lights. Sara Owen stepped inside and placed the paper on the table slowly while swallowing repeatedly as if she was feeling uneasy. He blinked his eyes and looked at her chest because it was rushing due to harsh heartbeats. Sara Owen did not know what to tell him, she turned back to escape. “Can you do this?” His question astounded her. How could he be such sure that she must have signed the marriage certificate? She held her palms tighter and bit her lips, “I will try my best not to disenchant you.” Yohan Dixon threw the cigarette in the ashtray and came t
In the morning, the awkward silence had fallen in the villa and they did not throw even a word at each other. When she reached the university, she was not in her senses which was noticed by Gracie and she could not help but ask her at lunchtime. “What’s wrong with you? Did anything happen at October villa?” Sara Owen looked at her for a moment to answer but she lowered her eyes after losing courage. It was shameful. She was a maid. How could she marry him? Won’t her friend see her wrongly? “Look, Sara, I can see your discomfort. Just wrap the irritation and tell me the things.” “I am afraid you will see me wrongly.” “Stupid. I will even take your side if you will be wrong. Just tell me.” Sara Owen drink a glass of water and lowered her eyes. “On Friday, Dixons had arrived at October villa abruptly and misunderstood that… We are married.” “What the hell! Did Mr Dixon ask you to leave?” Sara Owen shook her head. “They invited us to Dixon villa and discussed holding a wedding.”
“Who is she?” Ryan Jenkins couldn't hold back the question. “Whatever she was in the past, from now on, she is my wife.” Yohan Dixon said while sipping wine. “When did you get married?” “Yesterday.” “I can’t believe it.” Ryan Jenkins had a lot to ask but his mind was blocked. “It is a game.” Ryan Jenkins stared at his angular face with wonder. “Ricky, what are you up to? Does she know?” Yohan Dixon nodded then looked at the woman through the glass wall in front of him who was talking to the designers. “What the hell? And what about the wedding?” “Wedding…” How could it be fake? Yohan Dixon sipped wine and Ryan Jenkins looked at Sara Owen for a while. “No doubt she is pretty and young. I am afraid why she is doing this.” “She has nowhere to go. I gave her home and she will give me a wife.” After hearing his arrogant words, Ryan Jenkins sighed and sipped wine. “I did not know that you have started doing business with people's lives as well.” “This is not a business, it’s a
Sara Owen’s trembling and low voice reflected in everyone's ears making them silent and surprised. The depth of her emotions while saying this gave Yohan Dixon a blast. She has given her life to him, how many times she must have said this thing? But whatever she said today, had touched his heart. After all, she had sworn in front of the world. “Look, they will kiss each other. How sweet!” Gracie was out of her mind and Ryan Jenkins looked at her with interest. “Do you like to kiss that much?” “Excuse me.” She glared at him angrily. “Ahh… I am asking that you like to see kisses at weddings.” “No, I am not interested in watching people's weddings. I am getting happy at my friend's wedding. Are you not happy for Mr Dixon?” “What is happiness in a fake marriage?” He frowned and uttered. “What did you say?” She could not hear and glanced at him. “Nothing. My friend is getting married very late. That's why happiness will also come late.” He hid his true emotion. “What?” Isn’t it n
"It's up to me." After hearing his rude answer, Ryan Jenkins snorted and came to the couch with the bottle of wine. "That girl is puerile. She would have tolerated your rudeness." Yohan Dixon opened his red and heavy eyes and gulped wine in a breath. His heart was heavy and his chest was burning. He put the glass on the table. "Are you planning to live in Dixon villa?" "Never." He lit a cigarette and Ryan Jenkins glared at him because he got irritated with his smoking. "You went there after the wedding." "I will bring her to October villa after returning from the business trip." Ryan Jenkins nodded then sipped wine while leaning back on the couch. "By the way... Your nephew came back from an abroad tour. He is also a graduate of Vento University." Yohan Dixon's eyes turned darker and he poured wine into his empty glass but that scene was reflected in front of his eyes when Sara Owen lowered her eyes after seeing Neel Dixon. There were tears in her eyes and she had held her tr
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