“Hi, Lyla.” Sara Owen smiled hesitantly.Before she could handle her awkwardness, Lyla slapped her and the noise echoed through the giant walls in the lobby. Sara Owen bit her lips and covered her red cheek with her trembling palm while lowering her teary eyes.“Who the hell are you?” Gracie stepped ahead to fight but Sara Owen held her arm and pitifully shook her head. Gracie suppressed her anger for a while.“What was the need to get married if you could not maintain it? Do you even know how long my brother is looking for you? Where are you? Do you live in hell? Sara, go home now and apologize to my brother.” Lyla shouted angrily.It was enough for Gracie to recognize Lyla."Hey! You must be the spoiled sister of that drunkard and gambler. And why is he looking for her? Huh? Doesn't he know why she ran away that night?" Gracie pointed her index finger at Lyla’s ugly nose."You shut up.""I...""Gracie. Let's go." Sara Owen held Gracie’s arm to leave because they had gathered by the
There wasn't any difference between the previous life and this life. She was serving a drunken man earlier also, to pay his debts, she was offering alcohol to drunkards in that club. Even in this phase of her life, the man she was serving was an alcoholic, relentless and quirky. He was not easy to predict. He didn't even know how to smile. The contrast was, that her husband had handed her over to extrinsic men and this extrinsic man had saved her from those men and gave her a safe shelter where she could live life like a woman. Instead, if that extrinsic man used to talk bitterly to her or she has to sleep on his bed, in his room, to make him fall asleep at night, then... She was ready to do it. It was three o'clock at night. A towering and handsome man entered the living room in which, the weak and thin woman was sleeping on the couch while leaning back to it in a red nightgown. His heavy eyes fell on the thin woman and he stopped. His gaze went to the dining hall in which the tab
Yohan Dixon did not see her anywhere until he finished dinner. He chose to go to the bedroom. He washed up and went to the balcony to see her. But tonight, she hadn’t come to walk. He went to the living room because his senses were telling him that something was strange in her behaviour. The thin and weak figure has been sitting in the dining hall and having dinner. He slowly entered and peeked at the dishes. Wasn’t the plate belonged to him? Was she eating his left over? He stepped ahead to check and his smelly aura alerted her. She stood up with her lowered head. “Do you need anything?” Her voice was hoarse and suppressed. She was ignoring facing him. She hadn’t welcomed him with her sweet smile. He looked at her from head to toe for a moment then stepped closer. “I will bring water for you.” She wanted to escape from his gaze. As soon as she turned back, he held her wrist and turned her towards him. She bit her lips and held the back of the chair while hiding her face. “Look a
“Ohh...” Natalie stepped back while covering her mouth and Bruno held her shoulders from behind. “Is it scary?” Bruno did not know why his wife was disturbed. The low movements reached the sharp and alerted ears of Yohan Dixon and he opened his red and solemn eyes. Someone must be at the door. He stood up from the bed and his movements woke her up. “He… He… Ricky and that girl…are sleeping on the bed.” Bruno widened his eyes in astonishment and they got another shock when the door was opened by Yohan Dixon unexpectedly. They both looked at him with their unhappy gaze and he stared at them with his dark eyes. “Bruno, I told you that Ricky is definitely in love with that girl, that's why he is refusing to marry anyone but he had got married already.” Natalie had become courageous after seeing the situation inside the bedroom. “How could you do this to us? You haven’t informed us and got married secretly?” Bruno was out of his mind. “What the hell? What you both are doing here?” He
“He is Adrian.” He threw a giant amount of smoke. Sara Owen did not know how he knew his name but a nervousness appeared in her heart that he would ask her to leave the villa and go to her husband and Adrian was searching for her. “Did you see him?” Yohan Dixon turned back and looked at her with his cold glare which made her lower her eyes as usual. “You should not question back.” His voice was raspy. “Yes. He is my husband.” He looked at her from head to toe then sat on the couch leisurely while smoking. She had held her palms tighter which was showing that she was scared. “Wife should live with her husband.” That's what Sara Owen feared. “I am running away from him because…” She closed her eyes tightly. “He has lost me in gambling and those people are searching for me. I don't want to go to them. I want to save my existence.” She slowly opened her teary eyes and looked at her trembling palms near her stomach. “That night you sheltered me in your house without questioning a
At night, as usual, Yohan Dixon returned to October villa after downing alcohol. Sara Owen was not afraid of his drinking and stumbling. In her eyes, his respect was at its peak as she wanted to devote her whole life to serving him. When he finished dinner, he did not stand up and Sara Owen was cautioned about this.“Should I cook something for you?” She asked hesitantly.“Sit and eat in front of me.” His straight question in a hoarse voice was terrific which shocked her.“You...”“Yes, I will sit here.” He replied.Sara Owen sat in front of him and looked at the leftovers. He leaned back and lit a cigarette for him.“Come on. Eat.”Sara Owen hesitantly gathered leftovers on a plate and held the spoon while biting her lips. It was awkward to eat in front of him because she was a maid and he was the owner. How could they share dine together?“Why don’t you cook for yourself?”His question shuddered her and she looked at him in confusion but his red eyes made her afraid and she lowered h
“We will discuss after returning to October.” “But…” Didn't they come here to clear the misunderstandings? Wasn't he going to handle the things? “Shhh…” He held her face in his palms and she blinked her big and beautiful eyes in anxiety. His warm breaths fell on her face. “Wow. Ricky can’t be such romantic.” Natalie held Bruno’s arm in shock. “They are newlywed. Don’t peek at them.” “Don’t you trust me?” Yohan Dixon asked affectionately. “I do.” She blinked her beautiful eyes. “Then select a date.” He said in his low and deep voice then left the living room. She kept staring at his back in a daze. Why? Was he determined to marry her? She bit her lips and then lowered her gaze while thinking about him. “Why are you standing alone?” Natalie came to her and held her palm with a smile. “Come and sit here.” They sat on the couch in the living room. “Ricky is a cold man. Frankly speaking, I haven’t seen such deepness in his eyes when he used to look at you. ” Sara Owen smiled h
Yohan Dixon was reading a document when she knocked on the door of the study room. He raised his eyes and looked at the digital watch placed on the table. It was midnight. “Come.” He leaned back in the chair while lighting a cigarette for him. A thin and pretty woman entered the study room with her pale face and lowered eyes. Yohan Dixon parted his lips and threw smoke rings. His dark figure was hidden behind the smoky yellow lights. Sara Owen stepped inside and placed the paper on the table slowly while swallowing repeatedly as if she was feeling uneasy. He blinked his eyes and looked at her chest because it was rushing due to harsh heartbeats. Sara Owen did not know what to tell him, she turned back to escape. “Can you do this?” His question astounded her. How could he be such sure that she must have signed the marriage certificate? She held her palms tighter and bit her lips, “I will try my best not to disenchant you.” Yohan Dixon threw the cigarette in the ashtray and came t
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