It was three in the morning. On the cosy bed, two nude bodies were curled up next to each other beneath a blanket. Yohan Dixon had his head lying on Sara Owen's plush chest. After a protracted battle, neither of them could even find sleep. When she opened her eyes, she had memories of a lovely feeling in her head and was lightly grinning while caressing the back of his head. He finally opened his eyes and immediately focused on her empty wrist. She felt a small movement on her wrist, but she was surprised when he glanced at her and pecked her wrist. She looked at the very lovely bracelet on her wrist. Was it a present? Even so, did he know how to present gifts? Why was he doing all of this for her when he hadn't done it for anyone else up to this point? Was he trying to make amends because he had thrown her out of the villa? She was curiously taken aback. His intense glance, though, was saying something else. “Sara.” Sara Owen suddenly got afraid and sensed what he wanted to say.
Sara Owen sneaked a peek through the glass wall into the room. She'd been holding back for a while, but anger was bubbling up, and she didn't want to confront him. However, seeing him asleep, she couldn't resist and walked into the room. His calm and chiselled face warmed her breath. She sat beside him on the bed, gazing at him with her deep eyes. Had her absence really hit him so hard that he couldn't control himself? Was the regret of kicking her out weighing more than his love? A tear dropped from Sara Owen's eye onto his cheek. She lifted her hand and gently placed it on his cheek. "You can't wreck yourself for me. You can't love me that much." Her face went pale when he suddenly opened his eyes. Hesitatingly, she wiped her tears and tried to leave, but he grabbed her wrist. He was awake! He got up from the bed, "Are you pissed?" Hearing his deep voice, she swallowed her pretend anger, "Just let me go." For the first time, she was genuinely mad at him. He shouldn't let this
Sara Owen was standing in the garden, hugging her chest, and watching the bunnies play happily. She was once standing here, staring at these bunnies, thinking that they were all living freely and happily and that she too desired such a life. However, after witnessing them today, she felt happier and more liberated than these bunnies, thanks to Yohan Dixon. She has not felt the slightest bit like his servant since he proclaimed his love to her. She had the impression that his affection for her had grown. Now, she was his wife. And she believed that her pride knew no bounds.She had been devoted to her husband for a long time. His health deteriorated even before she could reveal it today. Unfortunately, she was unable to express herself. Yohan Dixon's addiction had put her in a difficult situation. She had no idea how to overcome his addiction.There was sadness in her clear eyes as she looked at the moon.Her phone began to ring before she could become further immersed in the ocean of h
As Sara Owen walked out of the university, her gaze was drawn to the dashing man dressed in a deep blue suit standing directly in front of her, leaning on his elegant black car. His dark eyes were hidden behind his brown sunglasses, which added to the coolness of his face. The style of standing there was overwhelming, with long legs wrapped under well-stitched blue pants. Sara Owen felt pride when she saw her most attractive husband.When he saw her, he threw the cigarette away while exhaling smoke."You had been smoking." She was unhappy. He grabbed her waist and drew her closer to him."What are you up to?" She looked around in panic, "People are looking at us.""What's the matter with the people? I'm flirting with my wife." He tilted his head to get closer to her lips. Sara Owen pushed his chest with all her might while staring at him."Yohan" Seeing her glare, he reluctantly let her go, "Okay, I'm going to smoke."He got into the car while lighting a cigarette for him. Sara Owen g
It was past eleven in the night. Sara Owen and Yohan Dixon were returning to October Villa in their car after a sumptuous dinner. The road was deserted, so he was driving very fast. That black car was tearing through the air at the speed of a rocket. A little snow started falling outside, and Sara Owen looked at her husband, who was a lot happier after that date. But Sara Owen has yet to respond to him, nor has she given him the gift she had purchased for him. Before the end of today's beautiful night, she had to confess her love."Do you want to say something?”Seeing her engrossed in thought, he asked.“How do you know everything in my mind?” She delighted.“You are my wife.”This casual answer was very simple but touched her heart every time.“I am fortunate.” She lowered her head shyly.“I know.”The car stopped in front of October Villa, and both got out. He grabbed her wrist and brought her to the bedroom, which she liked every time.As soon as he entered the bedroom, he left her
The elegant black car arrived at the airport's VIP gate at two o'clock at night. “Sir.” Yohan Dixon lifted his head from the files and looked out of the window when he heard Assistant Nolan's low voice. They'd finally arrived. He looked at his lovely wife, who was already fast asleep. He closed the files and handed them over to Assistant Nolan. Carrying his wife in his arms, he made his way to the terminal where his jet was waiting. Assistant Nolan, who was carrying a tablet, was following him. After placing his wife on the bed, Yohan Dixon sat at the edge. His fingers slowly moved on her soft cheeks. She must be exhausted. Getting up early to prepare breakfast, packing a lunchbox, studying hard the whole day... Even though she did not prepare dinner at home last evening, after returning from a full day of studying, both of them went out for dinner, and she was unable to sleep until late at night. She was so deep asleep that she didn't realise he had been holding her in his arms f
Samira Reddy sat on the couch, leaning back, and placed her pink purse on the desk. Her face was no longer attractive. Dark circles under her eyes indicated a lack of sleep and nutritional deficiencies in her body. Her clothes were no longer star-studded, expensive, and branded. As is customary, no makeup was applied to her face. After the sun of pride had sunk in the tired eyes, the black night was visible. And, as she had done before, she had come to ask her billionaire brother for money. While on the phone with his Assistant Jacob, Rudra Reddy came downstairs. He hung up the phone after giving some instructions to his dear elder sister, who was sitting in the living room. Hearing his low voice, Samira Reddy rose from her seat and cast a hopeful glance at him. “Rudra…” Rudra Reddy walked downstairs, putting on his blazer as if he hadn't heard her. He came to her, “Why are you here?” “You are my younger brother. Can't I come to see you?” Her phoney smile was colourless. “Younger
It was four o'clock in the evening. Yohan Dixon was holding his lovely wife’s hand while walking in a famous mall. He wanted his wife to go shopping with him today, but she refused to see everything that she didn't want anything. She neither wanted to buy jewellery, expensive clothes, nor anything else... That's why he got irritated and brought her to a shop in which expensive and beautiful purses were decorated. “Yohan. Why have we come here?” He didn't say anything to her but looked at the attendant and said in his sexy voice, “Get the most expensive and most beautiful purse.” Seeing his personality, the attendant had understood that he must be a very approachable person, but the extraordinary beauty of this man-made their cheeks red. Seeing this, Sara Owen raised her eyebrows. “Of course, sir.” Seeing the glow and smile on her face, Sara Owen got a little jealous. When the manager rushed to welcome the important guest, her irritation diverted. “Mr Dixon. Mrs Dixon. Welcome to
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