"Sara, I need your help." He was panicked. "Neel?" "Ask uncle not to send me abroad." Yohan Dixon rushed inside, snatched the mobile phone and placed it near his ear. Sara Owen shuddered with his sudden appearance. "Sara, you know how much I love you. I can't live without you. I can’t go abroad. Please request uncle not to send me abroad. Please… I want to see you every day. I want to be with you. I don’t want to go." Yohan Dixon threw the mobile phone out of the window and glanced at Sara Owen with his heavy and red gaze. She was inhaling heavily in fear. "Do you want to go with him?" He held her chin as if he would smash it the next moment. "Answer me." He gritted his teeth. It was painful. Tears welled up from the corners of her eyes and she opened her mouth to speak. "What you two are doing on my back?" He threw her on the bed angrily. "You...have misunderstood." "Didn't he say he loves you?" He glared at her. She widened her eyes. He had heard! He pressed her onto the b
“I will kill you.” She was terrified and rushed to cross the road. …Scratch… The car stopped before it could even touch Sara Owen. But she slammed into the bonnet of the car. "Sara..." Gracie and Ryan Jenkins got out of the car. Gracie held Sara Owen’s weak shoulders. Both were astonished to see the woman covered in blood and bruises. Yohan Dixon's wife couldn't be in such a condition. “That… That…” She pointed at the madman while panting. He was about to throw a stone at her when Ryan Jenkins kicked him. “Sara, are you alright?” “No…” Sara Owen buried her sweaty face in Gracie’s chest and sobbed. Ryan Jenkins returned after making that madman unconscious with a slap. He looked at the women with confusion. “What are you looking at? Can’t you see her? Why don’t you call your friend?” Gracie scolded him unhappily. “No… Please don’t call him.” Sara Owen cried. “What the hell? Where is he? We should inform him.” “No… No…” Gracie and Ryan Jenkins exchanged their gaze. “Okay, le
Gracie had to hold Sara Owen’s shoulders as they were entering the gate. He could see bruises on her arms and face. A corner of her lips was broken, too. She was fragile. He remembered when he threw her out of the villa, she was not much injured. Did something happen to her last night? “Sara, talk to me. What’s wrong?” He held her wrist. Sara Owen looked at him with her swollen eyes. “Neel, please. Don’t ever come in front of me. I have nothing to do with you.” “Are you mad at me?” Sara Owen kept looking at his bright face for a while. Yes, her heart had stopped beating for this man. “You are hurting me.” “Okay. I won’t hurt you.” He loosened his grip and Sara Owen held Gracie’s palm while lowering her head. “You should not come to me. I don't like you.” “You are lying.” “I'm telling the truth. You should forget me, too.” She looked at him courageously. Yohan Dixon threw the cigarette out of the window while looking at the young people. Were they discussing being together?
Gracie unlocked the door and entered the living room with surprise. The door was locked which meant Sara Owen hasn’t returned home till now. She put the bag on the couch and called her. When the call couldn’t connect, she recalled that Sara Owen had left her belongings in October Villa. Where the hell the woman must be? The woman had sprained her leg and was unwell. ... Ryan Jenkins poured red wine into the glasses and looked at Yohan Dixon, "You look tired.” Yohan Dixon flicked cigarette ash in the ashtray and held the glass of red wine. “Did you find the stalker?” Ryan Jenkins sipped. “He has gone underground. Nolan will take care of it.” “Who will take care of you?” Yohan Dixon looked at him with his dark gaze. “You expelled your wife out of the villa. Who is going to take care of you?” “Don’t put your nose in my matter.” He glared. “Excuse me. You are a human, not a robot.” Ryan Jenkins frowned and gulped red wine in irritation. He was tired of seeing his ruthless and c
Yohan Dixon was standing in the hall placing his palms inside his pockets. His eyes were straight on the big screen on which the footage was being played. He came to know that, after talking to an unknown man, she got terrified and left with him in his car. He quickly ordered to catch the car and the man and returned to the VIP room in a panic. He lit a cigarette, placed his legs on the table, leaned back on the chair and sipped cigarette. The sleeves of his white shirt were half-folded and the top two buttons were unbuttoned revealing his strong chest. How could she go with an unknown person easily? He closed his eyes as if he was trying to accept the fact that he was the reason behind her bad luck. He shouldn’t have acted horribly that night. He should have listened to her. She was too simple and easy to be tricked. She did not even have a mobile phone so that he could find her location and she could call him in a trouble. He hit the table in anger. Where the hell she would be
“Yohan…” Yohan Dixon sighed deeply. She was uttering his name in her sleep, too. Why did he not think before throwing her out of the villa that she had no one else in this world except him? That night, he could not bear the fact that she was missing her ex-boyfriend. He did not want to believe that she was his wife so only he would be with her. He was so blinded by jealousy that he could not even imagine that she would never lie to him. If he had asked her about her connection with his nephew, she would have told the truth. She never wanted to go to Neel Dixon. She just wanted to be near him, in his safe shadow. If she had sympathy for someone other than him, she would have never called his name unconsciously, would have not looked at him with that pity gaze, would have not pleaded in front of him. After seeing him, hiding in the garbage, the way she called him, spread her arms after looking at him hopefully, wanted to be carried, the way she cried in his arms... Every cell of h
Yohan Dixon picked up his mobile phone and turned back. She lowered her gaze not to be caught. He narrowed his eyes. Wasn’t she looking at him as if he was a bar of chocolate and she would grab him?“Shall we go?”“Huh?”Yohan Dixon carried her suddenly, giving her goosebumps.She wrapped her arms around his long neck clenching his collar. “I can walk.” She muttered. She didn’t want to die inhaling his manly fragrance.“Oh, really?”He effortlessly came downstairs.“You shouldn’t carry me all the time. Your suit will be wrinkled.”“I have thousands of them.” He put her on the shotgun seat and looked at her.“But you are the only one.”She widened her eyes and he closed the door. He did not seem a sweet talker.Sara Owen took off her book and kept reading in the car.When they reached Vento University, she closed the book and put it in her bag. They looked at each other.“Are you ready?” He asked.Sara Owen nodded. When she was about to get out, he opened the door and carried her.“Wha
Sara Owen looked at the exquisite decoration around her. He took off his blazer and hang it on the back of his chair. Sara Owen was looking around with amusement. Seeing her facial expressions, he was somewhere satisfied. She liked it. He pulled the chair for him and sat down. The dining table was arranged adjoining the round swimming pool. Low yellow light was reflecting in the room making the atmosphere cozy. Behind her, there was a glass wall from where the whole city was visible. Her white and gorgeous face was sparkling due to the light reflecting from the water which was reaching his heart. He suddenly felt strange. He kept looking at her profoundly and she kept smiling while looking at the attractive interior. That smile was coming out of her heart. This interior was not so special for Yohan Dixon but when he saw Sara Owen happy for such a small thing, he got stuck by her simplicity. A small thing, making her happiest. “Wow!” She finally looked at him with a shining smile.
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