What do you think? How will Sara Owen react?
Ryan Jenkins held Gracie's shoulders and looked at her sincerely. "I am sorry." His voice was low. "You are sorry? He cheated on my friend and you're just saying sorry?" She glared at him."What can I do other than apologies? If you are still mad... Then..." He pinched his ears and gave an apologetic look to her.She frowned, "Why are you apologizing? He is the one who did a mistake." She pouted. He smiled seductively. "That is what I want to explain to you. He made a mistake and you are getting angry with me. After how many days have we met? You didn't ask me how I lived without you."She looked at him from head to toe, "You seem fine." He was looking handsome in his white jacket and blue jeans."Look in my heart!" He annoyed. The woman only judged him on his appearance. "What are you talking about?" Why should she see in his heart? He sighed. The woman was dry-hearted. She still didn't recognize his strong texture toward her. "Gracie." He tried to call her with affection bu
Yohan Dixon threw his blazer on the couch and loosened his tie. Habitually, he looked at the door of the kitchen. The lights were on. He exhaled a giant amount of smoke and headed there. As soon as she took out the apron and placed it in the drawer, she stopped. The amazing scent of his body and the assertive smell of alcohol and smoke were diluting in her breath. She had not yet thought about how she would face him, but now she was finding it a little complex to do. She didn't know whether Yohan Dixon knew or not, that she was already aware of his extramarital affair. She inhaled, arranged a pretty smile on her lips and turned back. “You are here. I have already prepared dinner. Let’s go and have…” She came to him. Yohan Dixon extinguish the cigarette in the ashtray and stared at her for a moment which didn't let her speak further. She swallowed her next words. “What’s wrong?” His gaze disturbed her courage. “What are you looking at?” She recoiled her gaze while turning back. Hi
“Neel. That's just...” Yohan Dixon stopped at the door and looked at the woman’s back. “It's been a late night here, Neel. I have to sleep. Tomorrow is my presentation.” She wanted to ignore unwanted conversations which could affect her courage. “Okay. Take care of yourself.” “Good night.” Sara Owen hung up the call. Yohan Dixon kept looking at her back for a long time. She was talking to Neel Dixon. That jerk! Till now? He closed the door and went to the bathroom. The noise caught her attention and she looked at the closed door of the bathroom. She leaned back on the bed. It seemed that they had become strangers once again. When he got out of the bathroom, he saw her lying on the bed and sleeping soundly. He lay down beside her while looking at the ceiling. Every night, when she used to hold him in her arms, let him bury his face in her chest and caressed his hair, he used to fall asleep only then. Tonight, she slept first, so tonight, he was not going to sleep. -Neel. That's
Assistant Nolan was driving the car. Yohan Dixon and Samira Reddy were in the rear seat. He was on the phone and speaking in French. Samira Reddy kept looking at him, waiting for him to be free. But he was preoccupied with his work. He was always the same. Busy and solemn. Samira Reddy seized the opportunity to speak with him as soon as he hung up the phone and turned on the tablet. “Ricky.” She grasped the tablet and glared at him. "We're sitting in the car for an hour, and you haven't looked at me." She added unhappily. "It will take an hour to get to Ang City." He was icy. "Are you going to keep working?" She pouted. "I need to go over some reports. I have an important meeting." "Are you visiting Ang City because you have something related to work?" “Yes.” How easily he had broken her plans! "I assumed you'd be with me all day." She withered. "I'll see you once I finish my work." He grabbed the tablet and got to work. She took a look at his strong chest. He hadn't unbutto
Yohan Dixon returned to the present and got into his car. When he closed his eyes, the woman's face reflected again. He had put happiness in that unhappy woman's lap. He was the source of her innocent smile. Because he felt compelled to keep looking at her grin after witnessing it for the first time. It should not vanish. Every day, that woman should smile. She deserved it. Whenever he moved away from her, he remembered that smile, which used to make him forget the exhaustion of the day. The car was moving fast along the road. There was no one around. Yohan Dixon gazed out the window. He had no idea what type of affection he had for her. When he learned that she had finally realised the truth and had shut herself in the bedroom while crying, he decided to talk to her after returning October. But her innocent smile had stopped him from telling the truth. He didn't want to lose her smile. Words trapped on his lips and couldn't come out. The car came to a halt in front of the hotel. "
When Samira Reddy arrived on the patio, she noticed him sitting on the couch. Both the wine and whisky bottles had been depleted. The ashtray was overflowing with cigarette butts on the table. “Ricky.” His head was tilted, and his face was drenched in sweat. She instantly realised he had been drinking heavily and was not conscious. She smirked. It was evil. ... “You can see that Samira Reddy is standing at the door of the suit from which he came out. Her seductive red nightgown encourages suspicion of people. There was something between these two, it was suspected but today strong evidence has been found. The director of Dixon Group has not been able to forget his ex-girlfriend even today, even after his marriage.” Sara Owen inhaled sorrow and leaned back on the couch. On hearing this news in the morning, consciousness was blown away from her body. She knew that yesterday he was going out with Samira Reddy but it was hard to believe that he had sex with Samira Reddy! … “You slep
“Didn’t I tell you not to talk back?” Sara Owen pressed her palms on her painful stomach. “I am sorry.” She suppressed her voice. That’s it? Why didn’t she argue? He frowned, “I didn’t sleep with her.” Sara Owen inhaled to calm the emerging fire of helplessness. She never wanted to talk about Samira Reddy. Why he was forcing her? “I just know that you came out of her room early in the morning. But you both know what happened inside the room. And whatever happened behind those closed doors, I don't want to know.” She looked at him, “I just want to know... What do you want.” Seeing her tearful and red eyes, his gaze darkened. He was preparing his mind to talk to her about this misunderstanding. But he didn’t know it will start like this. He gritted his teeth, “I want you…to stay out of it.” “I am already out. I know I don’t have the right to…” “Fuck your rights and fuck what you want.” He roared. It shuddered her. “You don't even have to think about what I am doing and why. I
After drinking a lot, he stepped towards the guestroom. For a while, he kept looking at the closed door. When his heart could not tolerate the situation, he raised his arm and knocked on the door. “Sara.” Leaning back to the door, she was standing with her heavy heart. His husky voice was narrating that he was drunk. “Come back, okay? Don’t be mad.” Sara Owen closed her eyes tighter. She didn’t want to hear him. How easily he had asked her to go back! "Go to your bedroom, Yohan." "No. Open to door." Sara Owen sobbed and her voice reached his ears, "You are drunk. Please go and sleep." “How will I sleep without you?” She bit her trembling lips tighter. "Let me sleep in your arms. Okay? Open the door." He knocked again. Sara Owen covered her mouth and threw herself on the bed while burying her face in a pillow. “Sara.” She didn’t hear him anymore. Yohan Dixon went to the couch and bumbled. He leaned back his head and lit a cigarette for him. Without her, his bedroom would
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