When they arrived at Dixon Villa, Natalie and Bruno greeted them cheerfully. They conversed. They smiled. They laughed. Yohan Dixon, on the other hand, was not involved in such activities. Due to business, he talked on the phone for an extended period of time and smoked. They ate. Sara Owen discovered that visiting here relieved her tension. The seniors were always nice and welcoming. She looked at Natalie and Bruno as if she wanted to talk to them about her pregnancy. But then her gaze fell on the ruthless man. First, she had to talk to him about the most important thing. Yohan Dixon had been observing her every emotion since he picked her up from university. His eyes stayed dark. For a time, he saw his wife as an innocent human being, and when he remembered what Samira Reddy discovered about her, his chest clenched. "Miss Samira Reddy has arrived, Madam." The housekeeper informed Natalie. Every person's lips dropped in surprise. "What brings her here?" Natalie despised that woma
Sara Owen went to the master room once she reached a decision. She would stay in the master bedroom and attempt to prevent Samira Reddy from stealing her husband. Yohan Dixon activated the remote control as he noticed her leave the garden. He smoked while sitting on the couch. His eyelids twitched as she approached the bedroom. The pink shirt was tucked inside the blue jeans. Long hair was tucked into a bun. Her skin was white, flawless, and gripped droplets. The air conditioner was turned on. Her plump and pink lips were trembling as she felt a chill. While staring at her attractive chest, he exhaled smoke. "I..." She couldn't think of anything to say about her coming back in the master bedroom. "I..." He examined her trembling palms. She had held her palms even more tightly. Recognizing her hesitation, he sipped his cigarette slowly. He likes it when she struggled to express herself. She drew closer as he poured red wine for him, scooped up the glass, and hid it behind her waist
Sara Owen soon arrived with the special dish for Scarlette Reddy. They all started talking and eating. Everything was pleasant until Samira Reddy suddenly choked. Her face grew pale, and her eyes turned crimson. She sneezed. "She is ill!" Scarlette Reddy kept rubbing her back. "What's the matter with her?" Natalie inquired. "I believe she ate butter." Rudra Reddy examined the plate. Everyone stared at Sara Owen. "Didn't I warn you about not using butter in her food?" Scarlette Reddy yelled. “I…” Sara Owen couldn't figure out what had happened. She didn’t use butter. “I think… The plates are replaced.” She added. Yohan Dixon glanced at Bruno’s plate. He jerked off the plate angrily when he found butter in it, too. Sara Owen shuddered due to his reaction. "Let's go to the hospital." Rudra Reddy hurried out of the villa while carrying Samira Reddy. Yohan Dixon scowled at his idiot wife. “Yohan…” He tightened his fists and stormed out of the villa. Sara Owen's anguished eyes re
“I do not know what was between you two and what is now. I just know how to make him sleep peacefully. Do you know this?” Hearing Sara Owen’s courageous response, Samira Reddy again slapped her. For a moment, Sara Owen felt dizzy due to weakness. “You bitch!!” Samira Reddy pushed her with all her strength. Sara Owen’s back collided with a strong chest and her shoulders were held firmly. She was saved by stumbling on the ground. Tears welled up from the corners of her beautiful eyes. “Get out, you bitch.” “Samira.” Rudra Reddy yelled at his mad sister. He had been standing near the door and listening the conversation. He didn’t want to face Sara Owen, but he could not stop himself when she was slapped by Samira Reddy. “Mind your tongue.” He glared at her. Sara Owen sobbed. Her knees became weak and she couldn’t stand up strongly. She didn’t come here to fight. She wanted to clear up the misunderstanding about last night. “She wants to kill me.” Rudra Reddy glanced at Sara Owen’s
Rudra Reddy yelled at Scarlette Reddy, "What if something had to happen to her?" "However, nothing happened to her. She will be returning home in a day." Scarlette Reddy smoked leisurely. "What were you supposed to do?" He glared at her. "She returned and Mr Dixon... I would have gone to Mr Dixon one day if she hadn't come." "Are you gone mad? He is married. Samira is your sister. You know how they both are trapped with each other. Why do you want to…" "Nobody will care if she dies.” She interrupted. “She had recently passed away. Did it make a difference? She was gone, and we had to learn to live without her." "Sara would have been blamed if anything bad occurred to her as a result of your foolishness." His noise decreased. "That's exactly what I'm looking for. Samira's condition will influence their relationship. She would have died, Sara Owen would have been imprisoned, Mr Dixon would have left her, and I would have had him for the rest of my life." Seeing Scarlette Reddy's
Everything was a plan. That evening, he was convinced that Sara Owen was a sly woman. He understood that it was justified for Sara Owen to hate Samira Reddy. But he could not able to accept that Sara Owen would be so vicious as to kill anyone. She was talking to Neel Dixon behind his back. After that retirement party, he came to know she was meeting Rudra Reddy behind his back. He suppressed his detestation and anger. But when he came to know that she also reached the hospital to kill Samira Reddy, he decided that enough was enough. “You tried to kill Samira. You also killed your father. You like to kill people.” Seeing his red eyes and hearing his words, Sara Owen was taken aback. She held the arm of the couch and tried to breathe. Her chest was heavy and burning due to his allegations. She closed her eyes and placed a palm on her chest. He held her tighter in his arms. The woman on whom he did not want to be even seen by any man was so shameless that she even let six men play
His heart shrank after hearing her urge. “You have given me a new life and I worship this new life so much. I can't leave it. I can't leave you, this villa, the elders. Don't snatch away the reason I am alive, Yohan. Don't crush my breath with your anger. I won't be able to live if you misunderstand me like this. Don't take me away from you. Give me a place in any corner of the place but don't throw me out of your life.” He drove away her in anger and she tumbled to the ground. Sara Owen raised her head weakly and looked at her ruthless husband. “I promised you I won’t leave you even if you will ask me to leave.” Her words were convulsing his heart and forcing him to believe her just like always he did. "Not now. You have lived as much as you had to stay here, now there is no place for you in this villa." She only could hear his low and hoarse voice. He didn’t want to look at her. Her face and her tears were exploiting his sentiments. Her words seemed to him that she was rubbing
Two months later... The black elegant car stopped at the entry gate of Dixon headquarters. The towering man exited the car while buttoning his black coat. He was looking sensual and breathtaking. When he took off his sunglasses while walking toward the elevator, women employees widened their mouths. "Sir, the decision with regard to the above shall be taken by lending institutions by tomorrow." "By the time the decision is made, the product launch preparations should be completed." While entering the elevator, he stated coldly."Yes." Assistant Nolan could never figure out why his prediction ability was so strong. He was consistently on top of what was going on in the industry. Assistant Nolan glanced at the back of Yohan Dixon's head in a trance."Sir.""Hm." "Due to a decline in steel production this year, work on the Ang City Bridge will have to be done slowly.""Work should not be affected at any cost.""However, sir, the deadline is still a long way off, and if the construct
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