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
The front headlights of the black elegant car suddenly switched on and that bright focus targeted both of them snatching Neel Dixon's eyesight and spreading stress. Neel Dixon turned his head and struggled to look in the direction from where they had been focused. He raised his right arm and placed his palm on his forehead to provide shadow to his eyes but his eyes ached and he frowned in panic. Who the hell was there? The focus did not turn off but a pair of black shoes landed on the ground. The man had a dangerous dark aura covered behind the smoke rings. One of his palms was inside the pocket of his black well-tailored pants. His gaze was terrifically piercing the opponent completely which was glaring at the thin woman who hadn't opened her eyes till now. He blinked his dark eyes and throw a large number of smoke rings from his mouth. The focus of light was abolished. When the darkness spread again, Neel Dixon could not focus on the man for a while because his eyes were still un
“What do you want to order, sir?” The beautiful young girl asked with a gentle smile with her eyes at the screen. Yohan Dixon did not know what he was going to order for Sara Owen because he did not know what she liked most. The pretty girl raised her head and looked at the handsome man whose facial features were perfectly sharpened and his gaze was heavily dark. It was Vento City’s famous ice cream shop and many celebrities and VIP people used to visit the place but she hadn’t seen such a charming man. She kept blinking her widened eyes with her widened mouth. Especially her heart jumped into her dry throat when he lit a cigarette for him and threw an extreme amount of smoke rings. This handsome and sexy man must be Yohan Dixon. When the smoke disturbed her lungs, she coughed while waving the smoke away between them. “Which product do beautiful women like?” His voice was low and hoarse spreading sensuality everywhere around him. The pretty girl blinked her eyes frequently as if sh
“Auntie.” Sara Owen picked up the call before it could be disconnected. “Sara, darling, did I disturb both of you?” “Not at all, auntie.” Natalie’s joyful tone reduced her stress. “Can I talk to you for a while?" “Oh, sure! Please don't be formal. You can call me anytime. I like to talk to you." “That’s why I like you, Sara. You are too polite. But I should not call such late at night as you young people are newlywed and must spend private time in bed. Although I thought you used to become free at this time, I couldn't stop myself from calling you." “Yes, I have gone to take shower after we had dinner.” She sat on the couch while scratching the back of her head while thinking about her disappeared belongings. “It’s too late. You must be tired after cooking. Ricky should arrange some maids to help you.” “Nisha used to arrive in his absence for cleaning.” “But what about cooking and cleaning the kitchen after dinner? He shouldn’t insist you cook for him. He is heartless.” Sara
Yohan Dixon glared at the pink bloody scarf in front of him. He held it in a daze with complicated feelings. While tying it on his palm, he saw truth and innocence in Sara Owen's eyes. Till today, it did not take him so long to conclude anything as long as it took him to determine whether she wanted to be with him or wanted to return to her past. He clenched the bloody scarf in his fist tighter, wiped his body and threw the towel in the laundry carriage. He frowned and grabbed the black bathrobe and got out of the bathroom. The woman had been standing in front of him with the empty jar of ice cream. His eyes darkened and he glared at her. Even if he denied to eat, shouldn't she leave some for him? “I have eaten ice cream. Should I leave?" Her mouth was cold and her lips were trembling. Seeing her pale face, he predicted the reason that she had eaten cold. He expected her to say something more about the ice cream but it seemed that she was in a hurry to go. Shouldn't she be thankful
After getting out of the conference hall, he unbuttoned the second button of his black shirt revealing the perfect collarbone and white strong chest on which the golden chain was sparkling. His long legs were covered in well-stitched black pants. On his way from the conference hall to his cabin, their mouth widened in surprise after seeing his sensual appearance. He lit a cigarette for him and entered the cabin. Assistant Nolan was following him and also know that he was not in a good mood today because his wife was in the hospital. The president had arrived at the Dixon headquarters early in the morning but hadn't got time to even call his wife to ask about her health. But here, the matter with him was different. Yohan Dixon stopped right near the bar counter and gulped wine in a breath then sipped smoke deeply. When his darkened face bleared due to the layer of smoke in front of it, Assistant Nolan signed helplessly. He had been working with this man for many years, he had noticed
Sara Owen held his injured palm and looked at it with concern. “Why didn’t you treat it? It is… It is…” She raised her eyes and looked at him in panic. “…terrible. You are such a careless person. Go and ask the doctor to treat it.” He kept looking at her in a daze as if he wanted to listen to her. “What are you thinking? Do you want me to call the doctor?” She looked at the wound and started blabbering. “I had wrapped my scarf on it, it seems you did not even apply ointment on this wound. Can’t you see that this wound is still fresh and… You must have droven car… It can start bleeding…” Yohan Dixon kept looking at her with amusement because this woman hadn’t the strength even to inhale but now she was speaking in unison. Sara Owen accidentally looked at him and her mouth remained open as his affectionate gaze did not let her speak as if it was reminding her that he was a terrific person. She could have died if she would dare to speak more than enough. “Amm… Ahm…” She coughed an
On the top floor of Dixon headquarter, it was a terrace garden where three young and attractive men were drinking alcohol. Yohan Dixon had learned on the glass sailing and looking at the whole city under his shoes while drinking brandy and smoking cigarettes. The white shirt was slim fit revealing his muscles. Rudra Reddy and Ryan Jenkins were sitting on the couch near the fountain. “It seems that he is really worried about his wife's health.” Rudra Reddy's gaze was straight on Yohan Dixon's back. “He is already like that.” Ryan Jenkins was habituated to his coldness and silence. "I see. He can’t change. By the way, did he suppress the news of her illness?” “Yes.” “I had come here to have dinner with this fake couple. I didn’t know it will turn out to be sad.” “You can come next time.” They both looked at the man who had been standing near the railing without taking interest in them. “He emptied the entire cigarette packet.” “I know what he is going through. I don’t have anyt
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