Her sweet breaths choked in her chest making it softer and heavy, he glanced at her insubstantial but trembling lips. "Now?" He could see trepidation on her small face making her face gaunt and her eyes menacing. He did not give her time to speak but leaned more and she closed her eyes while gasping when his soft lips touched her delicate neck. "No..." It was a sweet gasp as if his lips aroused her desires. Inadvertently, her long and thin arms raised towards his back and she placed her trembling palms on his back. In an attempt to scare her, to lure her into the trap of his dynamic personality, his actions made his own heart go out of its senses. Before his palms reached her soft face, he felt a strange movement between his legs and he opened his eyes dumbfoundedly. He quickly stood up and turned back. Sara Owen came back to her senses and opened her heavy eyes to see the man. When she saw him standing with his back to her, lighting a cigarette, she bit her lips and touched her f
“Do you have a death wish?” His husky voice terrified her and she held her palms tightly. “You should think before disturbing me.” He had been standing on the balcony while smoking and drinking. He was not in the middle of any work. When did she disturb him? She was about to raise her head to look at him but he stepped into the bedroom hurriedly and she heard a loud bang. She reached the bedroom and widened her eyes because the glassy tea table was lying upside down on the ground. The floor was covered with pieces of glass. The ashtray on the table and an empty wine bottle were scattered on the ground, as Yohan Dixon kicked the table extremely. The door of the bedroom was slammed and she saw him getting out of the bedroom hastily. Yes, he was mad. But what was the reason? The things happened in the kitchen or she interrupted him when he was smoking. The next morning, she got ready early, but when the housekeeper informed her that he was in the study room all night and went to the o
As soon as frightened Assistant Nolan and the secretary entered the cabin, they covered their nose due to the strong smell of alcohol and saw the President walk out through the scary atmosphere. In a blink of an eye, Yohan Dixon got away from their sight and Assistant Nolan turned on the lights in the cabin. The duo became speechless when they saw the ruined cabin. The expensive collection of world-class alcohol was brought yesterday from each corner of the world which was ruined terribly. Yohan Dixon's ability to consume alcohol was commendable as he used to drive after drinking so much, did not allow himself to falter, his senses were under his control, and a normal person could not open his eyes after drinking so much alcohol. It was already late in the evening and people were returning to their homes after leaving work, so it was traffic, too. His driving skills were so frightening but perfect that he reached Dixon Villa in just twenty minutes. The curious car shuddered the watch
“Ummphhh…” She moaned but he did not let her go. She wanted to breathe but he did not allow it. She could feel his hot and heavy body on her making her senses impassive and convulsed. She closed her eyes tighter and tried to inhale but he pressed her on the seat even tighter. "Ummm..." Every cell of her body filled with the smell of alcohol, but still, his heart could not cool down even after this wild and long kiss. His lips reached on her slender neck and the delicate skin over there started getting heated. She gasped and held the back of his collar in uneasiness. The spacious car seemed narrow enough to escape when his hot palm from her waist entered her peach shirt. She trembled due to the hotness of his amiable touch, each cell of her body was lamenting and her fists left the collar, reaching on the back of his head pushing him towards her, letting him kiss her neck even more extremely. His palm was uncontrollably squeezing her soft waist and back as if he had got a stress relie
"You will be late. I'll go with Jack." She did not want him to be bothered. "I am outside. Come soon." He left the dining hall after crushing her wish. They did not talk in the car and he kept smoking cigarettes while driving. When they reached Vento University, bouncers were already arranged to protect the couple. After getting out of the car, Yohan Dixon held her waist with arrogance and looked at her with his mild gaze. "Won't you go?" "I have something to discuss with Director Patel. You go to the class." Sara Owen nodded slowly and they entered the University campus gathered by bouncers. He sent her to the class and Director Patel rushed to welcome him personally. The students were amused and the girls were jealous of Sara Owen. Yohan Dixon was a damn handsome man. When Gracie saw her friend after a long time, she jumped with joy and hugged her. “Bitch, I missed you a lot.” Sara Owen smiled and both sat in their place. “How are you?” “I am fine. What’s with your wound?
Why did he use to look at her for a long time? Did he want to tell her something? Or does he like to look at women? Yohan Dixon had taken a refreshing bath and there were no marks on his chest. He was standing on the balcony while smoking, looking at the thin figure. He did not know why he was feeling an urge to explain those marks. He did not know why he did not want her to misjudge him. His vision was turning blurred because of the effect of wine but still, he wanted to watch that woman for a long time. Just then, she sneezed and he straightened his back. Shouldn’t she wear a coat? Sara Owen sneezed thrice and finally chose to return to the bedroom. As soon as she turned back, she could not expect the man behind her, she fell in his arms and got scared easily. He tightened his grip on her soft waist and pulled her closer with a jerk. Her soft chest collided with his body, making her blood rush everywhere in her body. She looked at him with her widened eyes and he glared at her wit
“Cook just for you. I am going to Ang city due to some work.” It was the first time when he informed someone about his absence. Sara Owen looked at his wide back in confusion. Was he going to eat with his girlfriend? “I see!” She lowered her gaze. He looked at her with a cold expression. He wanted her to insist him to eat but she did not utter even a word. Didn't she try her best to stop him yesterday? One second, was she misunderstanding that he was going on a date with his girlfriend? Because he could see her panicked face. Sara Owen left the master bedroom in a daze. ... In the living room, near the stairs, Sara Owen walking impatiently while waiting for him to come downstairs. Even if he denied it, she prepared pineapple juice and a lunch box for him. Just then, a tall and handsome man, dressed in a burgundy suit, rapidly headed downstairs. His dark eyes were covered behind black sunglasses and his white face looked elegant and charming. As soon as she looked at him, his att
Sara Owen and Gracie got out of the campus while chatting but when they saw Neel Dixon near the white car in which Sara Owen used to travel. The ladies stopped at the place and looked at him in panic. Neel Dixon came to Sara Owen with a gentle smile and she lowered her gaze to ignore his dazzling appearance. “Let’s go.” His voice was gentle and low made her feel uneasy. She looked at him in a daze. “Where?” “Uncle is not going to return till late at night. I think we should grab a chance and talk the things." Sara Owen kept staring at his angular face and shook her head after a while. “I should return to October Villa.” When she had seen him at the venue of her wedding, she decided to talk the things with him. Now, she felt it was useless and a waste of time. When he had already pointed out her negatively, why should she explain her painful past to him? As soon as she stepped ahead to leave, he held her waist and did not let her move. Gracie got irritated and glared at Neel Dix
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