It had begun to snow. The black car was on its top speed. Sara Owen was looking out the window, forlorn. Yohan Dixon's heart was racing because of her puffy eyes and the abrupt change in her behaviour. He gazed at her when the car stopped in front of the villa. She gradually opened the door and exited. He kept staring at her as she limped to the master bedroom. Something has to do with the swimming pool. She was still frightened. He smoked two cigarettes before making his way to the main bedroom. When he opened the door, she was standing on the balcony, hugging her chest, as if she needed protection. The peach nightgown revealed the precise shapes of her tiny physique. Yohan Dixon walked to the restroom to wash up. The balcony glass was closed, and she was watching the snowstorm with a constricted heart. She had destroyed the moment. He was overjoyed. She was thrilled. But everything had been ruined. She wished to be free of every old memory. Even now, she remained petrified of t
Yohan Dixon looked at her back with complicated feelings. The fire that emerged between them in the hotel was still present in some corners of their hearts. He couldn't stop himself from touching her even if he wanted to. He stepped ahead, touched her wrists and placed his lips on her bare neck. Sara Owen closed her eyes feeling his warm breaths. He slid his palms towards her shoulders and his lips approached her earlobe. She tried to control her heartbeats pressing her palms on her chest. “I want to touch you.” His hoarse voice dragged her into the magical world. She hugged her chest tighter. His palms reached near her navel and he untied the belt of her robe. “Sara…” He buried his face in her neck taking off her robe. The rob fell to the ground. She gasped and he turned her towards him. She continued gasping and he continued licking and smooching her neck. “Ahhh…” She was hissing. Got damn! Why the woman was such sweet? He carried her to the bedroom. After throwing her on the be
Neel Dixon nodded with a downcast smile, "I know you can't dare. But..." They looked at each other. His eyes were profound. "Will you answer honestly?" Sara Owen nodded, "Are you happy with him?" "Yes, I am." It didn't take long to answer. He swallowed discomfort, "Did you ever like me?" Sara Owen faintly smiled and looked at the fountain. "What was there between us... I don't know. But... What is with him...is... Holy and deep. I didn't feel this way before. This is different. I am feeling like... I am not able to live without him. I can't leave him. I can't breathe without him." She raised her sparkling eyes and looked at Neel Dixon with a gentle smile. "Whatever was between us... Being with him made me forget everything." Neel Dixon could see a ray of emotion in her beautiful eyes. She was not lying. The truth that he was seeing in her eyes, this truth had never deceived him. Going far away, today, he felt that Sara Owen had never lied to him. She had a gleam in her eyes fo
The sun shone brightly. A tall, attractive man was lounging on the couch in his yacht. Behind a pair of brown sunglasses, he was hiding his dark eyes, and the wind was playing with his silky hair. He had gripped a cigarette in his thin, pink lips, and smoke was proudly coming out of them. His log legs were crossed wrapped in well stitched grey pants, and he had a document on his lap. His lengthy fingers seemed to be seducing the papers as they touched the pages. The maroon shirt was the perfect fit for his muscular, strong figure and its half-folded sleeves showed off the large tattoo on his right arm. His shirt's top two buttons were undone, exposing his muscular chest and golden chain. The most expensive and opulent yacht was his private vessel. Two bodyguards were standing behind him. All in black... The dude had a mob boss's appearance Assistant Nolan pushed a man towards his legs. He was brutally beaten. Injuries caused his face to swell. But when he turned to see Yohan Dixon,
“Sir… Sir… Please forgive us. Please let us go. Please… No… No…” Three men hanging downward in the middle of the room were urging him to leave but he kept smoking coldly in front of them. He didn’t care how harshly they were beaten up and how loudly they were screaming. All he wanted was to listen to the truth. His long legs were wrapped under well-stitched black pants and his white shirt was stuck to his masculine body revealing his abs. Long neck and perfect collarbone were peeking out of the collar and a golden chain was sparking arrogantly. The sleeves of the white shirt were half folded and a palm was inside the pocket of his pants. His eyes were red and dark, yes, he was drunk. So, he was toxic. Thumpers panted and looked at him hopefully as they were tired and wanted some air to inhale. But it seemed that this man had decided to kill those roughnecks. “Sir… They will die.” Assistant Nolan looked at the back of the ruthless president and dared to speak. “If they wanted to sur
Her palms reached his bare back and her nails pierced his skin. She gasped, she panted, she agonized but he didn't let her go. When he tasted blood, he raised his head and looked at her affectionately. He had bitten her lower lip.The more he was tasting her, the more he wanted to dissolve her in himself.The cigarette was still trapped between his long fingers and he had forgotten to sip it. He only wanted to grab this appetizing woman.Sara Owen got spooked due to his heavy gaze. He was looking at her like a hungry wolf. She swallowed and he leaned near her thighs. He slid the camisole upwards and pressed his lips on her white and soft thigh."Shhhh..." She hissed and closed her eyes tighter.His lips began to move upwards and she clenched his hair in her fist. "Ahh..." She placed her palm on her lower abdomen and bit her lips to endure the pain. Yohan Dixon raised his head and looked at her coldly. He was just kissing her thighs. Why she was in pain? His eyes darkened when he saw t
“Good morning, Madam.” Sara Owen looked at Nisha who had just greeted her with a gentle smile. Seeing her, she had understood that Yohan Dixon must have left for work. She smiled at Nisha, “Good morning.” “Today you slept till late. Are you alright?” “Yes, I am.” Sara Owen poured water into a glass for her and sipped. “You have a long vacation. Are you planning your honeymoon?” Sara Owen spit suddenly and coughed. Nisha reached and rubbed her back. “What are you talking about?” Sara Owen looked at her while gasping. “It’s not me who says this. There are many rumours that you are finally on vacation so you will go on honeymoon.” “I am planning to clean the villa. Would you like to help me?” “Of course. But, the young master doesn’t like when someone touches his things. I can’t clean his study room and bedroom.” “I will do them. You take care of rest.” “Yeah.” Nisha left enthusiastically. Sara Owen sighed while stumbling on the chair. She almost had got a small heart attack
The woman had a delighted smile. She was beautiful. Her face was bright and blooming. Sara Owen sadly bit her lips. Samira Reddy.Sara Owen kept swallowing saliva in anxiety. A sense of sadness shook her heart.No one was allowed to enter his study room, nor did he allow anyone to touch his things. Was this the reason for his loneliness? Did he sit here for hours, missing his first love? Sara Owen looked at the photograph carefully. There was a different radiance on the woman's face. She was looking elegant as a daughter of a great family. Seeing pride and charisma on her exquisite face, Sara Owen looked straight at the glass wall. Her unlit and ordinary face, her simple appearance and her decent looks explained her that she was not qualified to be Yohan Dixon’s wife.This woman in the photograph was made for him. She was a charm. How could he forget such a gorgeous and graceful woman? He totally deserved her.Sara Owen put the photograph back in the drawer and looked again at her in
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