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
“I will prepare something to eat.” She threw a delicate smile and left with the book. Yohan Dixon looked at the drawer which was not closed. He stepped there and looked at the photograph with his dark gaze.Sara Owen had seen this but had forgotten to close the drawer. What she was thinking at that time?Once, he had seen a red envelope in the drawer of his desk in his bedroom with Samira Reddy’s photographs and some newspaper cuttings. And today, this photo... It seemed that she knew about Samira Reddy. But he hadn’t seen a hint of disturbance in her expressions.He closed the drawer and sat on the chair leisurely while lighting a cigarette for himself. The study room filled with the smell of tobacco and white smoke lingered around his excellent figure. His wife knew the truth but she didn’t even ask a question. His gaze fell on the desk on which the photograph was placed.Samira Reddy.He inhaled the smoke deeply and closed his eyes. The name has given him pain and rage.…Sara Owen
Sara Owen stood up from the bed. “I…” She sighed to calm down first. She has to define things from the very beginning. “Yohan, we married for nothing. Maybe... You did this marriage so that your elders would not bother you. And I did this marriage because I need your support. We made a pact. I know you don't like me and... This marriage is also a burden for you to some extent. I... never deserved to be your wife.” She lowered her head. “And in such a situation... We... By being tempted... We did that, too... I promised you that I will do everything you say. I will never stop you touching me. But… I don't want to give you another burden. I did this because I am afraid...” Many times, her heart beat increased while speaking, but she didn’t get scared of speaking the truth. “You think like this?” It was his cold question. “You have helped me a lot. You sheltered me. You gave me a position and owner in your high-profile society that I will never be able to get. I am not that qualifie
When Sara Owen was welcomed into the Dixon headquarter, people went outlandish. Assistant Nolan was standing at the gate when Jack stopped the car in front of the entrance. Assistant Nolan welcomed her to the private elevator with respect. “This way, Madam.” He led the way. Sara Owen was on the presidential floor. She was stunned by the interior of the office. But the staff was stunned by her beauty. When they came in front of the cabin, the door itself opened and they entered the cabin. “This is the chairman’s office.” Sara Owen looked around. The interior was simple and sober yet stunning and palliative. She looked at the semicircular desk and black revolving chair. “Director is busy with foreign clients...” She interrupted him, “It's okay. I would like to wait.” Assistant Nolan bowed and left the office. Sara Owen looked at the floor-to-ceiling wall. She had heard that Yohan Dixon’s office was on the top of the city and he could see the whole city from his well-structured o
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