Sara Owen looked at the door in a panic. Oh, her face turned sweaty and red. “I am coming.” Before she could stand up after hearing him, he opened the door and they looked at each other for a moment. She swallowed saliva and he noticed her sweaty and trembling body. He stepped ahead and she stood up slowly while holding her trembling palm. “If you don’t like their words, you can refuse. It’s okay. I will handle it.” He was concerned unknowingly. Sara Owen smiled awkwardly. “Not at all.” “Then start sleeping with me.” “Huh?” She looked at him with her widened gaze and wiped her sweaty face with the back of her palm. Just then, Yohan Dixon stepped ahead and began to untie her waist belt of the coat. “You said you are fine with what they say. Let’s share the same bed.” His hoarse voice disturbed her heartbeats and she forgot almost that he was trying to take off her coat. She raised her head and looked into his deep eyes and his warm breaths fell on her sweaty face. “You should
“What the hell?” Gracie gritted her teeth. The manager approached them. “Mr Jenkins, please welcome.” “I would like everyone out of here. I don’t like being in a crowd.” “It’s not a big deal. Miss Gracie will help you.” The manager signalled his staff to leave and the team sadly left the shop. “Please come.” She smiled at Ryan Jenkins and they entered the shop. “Sir, please take your seat.” Ryan Jenkins sat on the couch leisurely and smirked at the beautiful woman. “We have a display in front of you. Kindly check and tell me what would you like to choose.” “Is this the way you treat your VVIP clients?” Ryan Jenkins looked at her with interest. “No, my duty is to welcome VVIP clients and handle their packaging. If you are not satisfied with my service, should I call you another sales girl?” She faked a bright smile and he burst into laughter. “Am I kidding here?” “No.” She glared, “Then chose anything and leave.” “What? Are you mad at me? Weren’t you a big fan of mine?” “
“How?” Neel Dixon narrowed his gaze. Scarlette Reddy put the bottle aside and leaned back on the couch while crossing her long white legs. “Honestly speaking, I don’t like that woman. She has snatched my place in your uncle’s life.” “I was true. You are a sinner.” He smirked and leaned back on the couch leisurely. Scarlette Reddy smiled arrogantly. “We have one life. Don’t you want to get whatever you cherish?” Neel Dixon’s expressions turned cold after hearing her question. He couldn’t decide whether he liked Sara Owen till now or he was just taking revenge because he was replaced. “You are right. If we can't get it then nobody else should get it.” He said while gritting his teeth. “You have a spirit.” She chuckled. “I saw you with her in the university when you were trying to stop her. When I did research, I found something interesting.” She smirked and poured red wine for both of them. “I won’t drink.” She nodded and sipped arrogantly, “I have two plans. One is to destro
Sara Owen left the university campus while calling Jack.“Jack, can you come to the university to pick me up?… Yes, I left early... It's okay. I will wait… Okay."As soon as she raised her head, she saw a familiar man far away who was talking to a man on the street. It was cold outside. Sara Owen swallowed saliva in tension and turned back to go back to the campus. As soon as she stepped into the gate, she saw Neel Dixon with his friends. It had become impossible to go inside and stay outside. She chose to walk away. Sara Owen quickened her pace on the street in tension. She wanted to go far not to be caught by that man. But after walking for only five minutes, her arm was grabbed and she trembled. “Are you trying to run away from me?" A familiar heavy voice entered her ears and she turned back with her heavy heart.“Adrian.” She spoke in her suppressed voice and a smile appeared on his dark lips.“You saw me outside the university and ran away. Your father rightly said that you are
Sara Owen suddenly felt chill in the atmosphere. She breathed a familiar manly fragrance mixed with the smell of alcohol and tobacco. She turned her head and looked at his feet. Yes, he was standing beside her with his palms inside his pockets. She did not speak and looked at the beautiful flowers waiting for the snowfall. He did not speak because he had no idea what he was going to talk to her. “You shouldn't have come. It is cold outside.” She spoke to break the awkward silence. “It’s up to me.” His cold reply gave her a sad smile. “I know. I should not advise you but every time I am making a mistake.” “It was not advice. It was care.” Sara Owen didn’t expect such an answer from him. “I think so.” “What are you thinking?” He stepped back and leaned to the column of the shed and lit a cigarette for him. When she took much time to answer, he exhaled smoke and looked at her thin back. “Are you still thinking about him?” “I never want to think about him. But he still pops up
The first snowfall of the season had stopped, but the wet weather was thrilling. Both of them had nothing to do with the sheet of ice and wave of cold that had spread outside the garage. Both were drenched with sweat. Both of them were out of breath and both were wrapped around each other's bare bodies. As cold as it was outside, the heat had spread inside. Yohan Dixon slowly raised his head and looked at her small and sweaty face with affection. No, everything happened intentionally. Her words had shaken his desire and he deliberately dragged her to the garage to calm down that fire emerging in his body. At that time, he did not care what she was going to think about him. All he knew was that she won’t deny it because he wanted to do it. In this passionate journey, he did not feel like she was not with him. They enjoyed it together. He rested his head on her sweaty and soft chest but did not close his eyes. She was unimaginably soft and sweet. Her groaning and moaning were still rin
It was midnight when he returned after drinking alcohol. His walk was shaky and his eyes were red. He took off the shirt and threw it on the couch then went to the bathroom while smoking as if she was not present over there. On the other hand, Sara Owen widened her eyes when she saw his scratched back. Was she such wild last night? After taking a shower, when he returned, he looked at her with his dark eyes. How much this woman read! He came to her and sat beside her while leaning back on the couch and placing his legs on the table as if he was tired. Sara Owen’s heartbeats raised slowly but she pretended not to look at him. He kept glaring at the woman for a long time and noticed her red face. After what happened last night, the distance between the two had increased even more. She was neither looking at him nor talking to him. She was neither angry nor sad. She was scared and shy. Seeing her like this was increasing his intoxication. Should he talk about last night? She should be t
“Madam, young master has arrived.” The housekeeper informed Natalie. Yohan Dixon entered the living room in his black suit and brown sunglasses at a speedy pace. The housekeeper bowed to him and Natalie stood up from the couch. “Ricky” Yohan Dixon took off his sunglasses and looked at his worried aunt. Natalie placed her palms on his strong chest in worry, “I am relieved you came.” “Where is she?” He looked at Natalie with his dark gaze. “She is sleeping.” Yohan Dixon headed towards the room and Natalie kept looking at his back in tension. Before his arrival, Natalie was worried about Sara Owen, but after his arrival, she was afraid that Yohan Dixon would ruin sumless people in anger. As soon as Yohan Dixon opened the door of the room, Neel Dixon turned his head and froze after seeing his uncle. He stood up from the edge of the bed and Yohan Dixon came to the bed. “How is she?" He asked, looking at his wife. “The doctor said that she may have fainted due to shock.” Neel Dixo
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