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Henry’s POV. Someone knocks on the door, which irritates me because I wake up when the sun beams in my eyes. I look at the door and then press my brows together. I'm suffering from a headache as a result of the alcohol I drank yesterday. But then I hear the familiar voice, and my heart immediately melts. Sarah? Ah, Sarah starts working at my house today. How could I forget? Oh, fuck me sideways; my head is so heavy. My heart is beating with worry as Jessica wakes up after me. I intend to close her mouth before she tells Sarah what happened yesterday, as I can see upset in her eyes, and I know Sarah would hit me in the face if she didn't work here. As she leaves the room, I turn to Jessica and say it forcefully, my voice high. "Leave now, Jess." Don't make me lose patience." Jessica pouts as she grips my neck, evidently annoyed. "I don't care if you punish me; I'll stay no matter what." I groan, attempting to keep my cool as I shove her away. "Sure, go fuck yourself." Jessica slo
Sarah’s POV. Holy crap! What drives me to enter this perilous world? I grumble but still curious about what's going on. I quietly follow Henry's steps till the girl appears from nowhere, cuddling behind Henry; my hands cover my mouth as my heart crumbles. Henry, you’re actually a lady-killer. “Alice?” He asks calmly, untying her hands from his upper body. Alice's laughter fills the room and chills me to the bone. "Oh, Henry, I thought you'd be happy when I came back without injury." The lady has long brown curly hair and an appealing face with morden make-up. She's rather tall, and in her high heel, she's even taller than Henry. She carries a sniper rifle on her shoulder and looks at Henry with flirtatious green eyes. "Glad to see you," Henry says pensively, his voice brimming with rage as he gazes at a magnificent ceramic vase broken on the floor. "But there's no need to do this childish act." Alice takes a step closer, her voice full of delight. "This is my hello to you." He
Henry’s POV. I'm sitting in my office, surrounded by useless paperwork. As I delve into the complexities of the paperwork spread on my desk, the weight of responsibility pounds down on me. When the door creaks open, my secretary Ivy enters the room and bats her lashes against mine. "Good morning, Mr. Lincoln," she says, her voice businesslike but her eyes lustful. "I have your schedule for the day." I nod, knowing she wants me to fuck her, but I never do. As is usual, I show my readiness to listen. "The board of directors is eager to discuss the progress of our latest ventures," Ivy says to begin. "They're particularly interested in the pharmaceutical acquisitions we've made." The meeting is planned to begin at 10 a.m." My eyes light up with enthusiasm at the possibility of navigating these dangerous seas. "Alright," I say calmly. "Let them know I'll be ready." Ivy continues, her voice franker than usual. "You must also go to Mrs. Lincoln's house at 5 p.m. today because it is
Sarah’s POV. The door to the garden swings wide, and Agatha strides in with authority, just as the heat between Alice and me reaches its boiling point. Her harsh visage and no-nonsense approach command attention, prompting Alice to take another step back. "What's going on here?" Agatha insists, her voice firm and commanding. "I can hear commotion all the way from the manor." Alice's smirk remains as she looks at Agatha, who appears taken aback by her appearance. But she immediately gathers herself and puts on a more controlled face. "Look what we've got here, Agatha. This bitch reported a man about something. "I'm certain she's a spy." Agatha switches her piercing attention from Alice to me, raising an eyebrow and quietly questioning my involvement in the matter. I straighten up and meet her stare with determined eyes. "There was a misunderstanding," I say. "Alice thought I was involved in something, but I assure you, I just want to go pee." Agatha's eyes light up with comprehens
Henry’s POV. As the car pulls up to my mother's house, I prepare myself for the festivities. I get out of the car, grateful for my maids' help in organizing things. As I approach the door, I can right away hear the vibrant chatter and laughter within. I walk into the house, greeted with decorations, great food, and familiar faces. I notice my mom across the room, beaming smile as she chats with the guests. The mood is upbeat, and seeing my mom so happy melts my heart. I make my way through the crowd, greeting and hugging relatives and friends as I go. The taste of the delicious food fills the air, drawing everyone to the dinner table. The room is decorated with streamers, balloons, and a banner that reads "Happy Birthday." My mom is dressed to the nines in a magnificent royal blue knee-length cocktail gown. The dress has wonderful ribbons cutting throughout the neckline and sleeves, which adds an elegant look. As I go closer to my mom, she recognizes me and her smile brightens ev
Sarah’s POV. Mrs. Lincoln looks at me for a moment, her eyes piercing. As she finally speaks, her voice is silky and authoritative. "Sarah, isn't it?" she inquires, her tone tinged with inquiry. "I've heard a lot about you," Mrs Lincoln says as she gives me a photo, smirking, "and I must say, I'm intrigued." I swallow anxiously, not knowing how to react. That's the scene Henry and I hugged on the street, according to the photo. "I don't have any relationship with him, ma'am," I say, my voice trembling. "How come you know who I am?" Mrs. Lincoln smiles, a warm and genuine smile that takes me by surprise. "I admire you for that," she says. "My son has never noticed any girls." I cast a peek at Agatha, who nods with pride in her eyes. Before responding, I take a moment to gather my thoughts. When I realize that every maid in this room has overheard my talk with Mrs. Lincoln, I blush. Feeling the other maids' collective focus on me, I swallow my throat and address Mrs. Lincoln sincer
Henry’s POV. My heart is hammering as I follow them to the restroom. I kick every fucking door in the restroom while I growl her name a thousand times but get no response. As I approach the one-of-a-kind closed door, I take a step back and kick straight to the door handle. Since the door has opened, I've noticed Sarah standing there with her eyes welling up with tears, and a man places his hand on her thong. When I witness her cries, I can't stop the blood from boiling in my veins. Fuck! He was raping her. I fired my gun on his head without hesitation. "Hey, get your clothes on," I yell at Sarah, my voice harsh. The distinct smell of blood enters my nose as blood spills on the floor. I kick the body aside and dress Sarah since she continues to stand like a statue without moving. I take her outdoors because I can see her crumbling and her heart racing like hell. I help her down, a worried expression on my face. "Are you feeling okay?" I ask, my voice filled with real concern. Her
Sarah’s POV. I open my eyes to find myself in Henry's room. It's so shamless to say this is my room, but I'm comfortable here. I guess Henry brought me here, and I'm grateful because it was him. When a bang arises in my mind, I touch my head. The scene in the restroom where fuckarst touched me comes to mind vividly as I feel filthy as hell. I'm a virgin, and I intend to give my first time for someone I love. I get out of bed and open the window to look outside. Is it okay if I cry right now, because it's pouring outside? I'm not sure why, but my tears are uncontrollable. When I look at myself in the mirror, I feel pain in my pussy. My shadow appears to be feeble and unhappy. To soothe myself, I cross my hands on my shoulders and try to hug myself closely. "Sarah, you'll be fine," I tell myself, letting tears stream. "Yes, you will be fine," the heavy voice from my breasts says. It's Victor, I know. Why would he contact me at 4 a.m.? When I hear a footstep outside the hallw
Henry’s POV The snow is still falling even though today is the end of the year. I get into the car, and Jack drives me to the Starlight Sands Casino. This is the biggest deal of the year, so I have to go by myself. If I can sign this contract, my company will be able to trade on the Silk Road in the Asia Pacific region. So I need to win the game to sign the contract. This rule has been in effect for one hundred years. According to the initial arrangement, I can only bring one man along. So I went with Jack, as usual. In the car, I stare at Sarah through my phone. She appears dejected in front of the Chanel store. Does she want to purchase those clothes? I frown, looking at her for a while. I suppose she might go to meet Victor and report everything about me to him but not. As she moves, I put my phone in my pocket because we've arrived at the casino. "Here we are!" Jack raises his voice. As I walk out of the car, the chilly air brushes my skin, and snowflakes fall around me
Sarah’s POV. I frown as I see that the bullet leaps from the trigger appear weird. It's more like a syringe piercing into his flesh. After all, he rolls his eyes and gradually goes into a dead faint. Mrs. Lincoln presses the red button on his wheelchair, causing the system to shut off. All his wolf-likeness becomes normal again and they don’t remember why they’re here in the first place. I unlock the tie for Henry, and his eyes lock on mine. He always acts like this. Like an asshole and professional playboy. Give me hope, then leave it at that. But I understand it. Because we’re in a different world. Perhaps one day I will gain my strength to tell him the truth that I need his help to save my mother. Still, I don’t know how to do it. Because I don’t know who I am in his heart. I’m his employee, I suppose. And that’s all. We return from combat. At last, I return to my room and lie on my cozy bed. I grab my go-to pajama top and head to the restroom. The poisoned story runs throu
Henry’s POV. My heart skips a beat when I see Sarah. She is alive. She's still alive. Despite having my body restrained, I aim to get closer to her. I'd like to touch her. I want to make sure that this is not a dream. One buff man kicks my knee, forcing me to fall down to the ground. "Stay the fuck here, you son of the bitch," he rips out a growl. My mother stands in front of me, her face mute. As I look around, I realize this is the lab room for some shady research. Sarah looks at me, her eyes widening. Her body shivers as I scan her from head to toe. The cuts on her body are bleeding. And I feel as if the world is crumbling beneath my feet. What kind of feeling is this? It makes me choke. The feeling of being useless. "You…" Erik says, and his pupils widen in surprise. He moves closer to my mother in his wheelchair. Little by little. He recognizes something. I’m not sure about what’s wrong with him. But the way he stares at my mom is quite odd. As if they knew each ot
Sarah’s POV. "Henry! Henry! Come on over here! I say, gesturing beneath the table. Henry rushes towards my side. With his hair falling over his ears and his gloomy eyes are staring at me, he appears to be thirteen years old. He crawls down to the table, and I cover him with the table sheet. Wait, wait, wait. What's happening? Where am I now? These are memories from my childhood. But how? How did I return back at that time? I stare at my palms and ponder. Did I have time travel? My parents were never at home when I was a kid. And Henry always comes to my parent's house to hide his dad. I glance at the furnishings, and indeed, it is. All the old things remain the same. Everything is quite minimal and rusted. The doorbell shouts crazily, as usual, Mr. Lincoln - Henry's father is the one who smashes the button. Saying “I’m coming” then I open the door. In the elegant suit, he was drunk. His burned eyes meet mine when I’m busy thinking about how he ends up being a loser like this.
Henry’s POV. Sarah! I need to protect you at all costs. I take a look at her, who stands frozen beside me like a snowman. Despite knowing how dangerous this man is, I’ll kill him anyway. There is no mercy for the crazy ones. And there is no mercy for the one who hurts Sarah. My mind drives me to keep my promise to myself that I will never allow myself to fall in love with her. But I shake my head twice to convince myself that it’s because Sarah is my employee, so it’s my duty to protect my people. The man laughs in savage, cutting through the air after he takes the button on his chair. There are so many gun points facing me from the wall, surrounding us on all sides, stopping me from escaping. Fuck it! I embrace Sarah into my arms, covering her from the gunfire shooting at us. I have my bulletproof vest inside my suit, so I’m okay with the bullet rain. I just worry that Sarah will be hurt because of my actions. “Sarah?” I whisper, “Don’t worry, I’m here.” I take Sarah on, and we
Sarah’s POV. He touches my pussy, making me blush with delight. I don't care what happens now; my head is racing and I want him even more. I reach my hand into his shirt, caressing his hard skin, and every cell in my body melts. We both begin to breathe faster. I know he wants me too. As he let out the breath into my ears, the heat ran over me from head to toe. When I move my hand to touch his dick, something strange happens to my stomach. Oh, crap! It hurts. I clench my teeth in pain because it feels like a thousand arrows are piercing my stomach. Fuck it! Why this time? “Are you okay?” Henry asks me, his eyes wide in the dark as he touches my shoulder lightly. I take a step back and shake my head at his concerns. I check inside the underwear, and I realize the liquids hang on my fingers. No way! “What’s wrong, Sarah? Are you sick?” Henry asks me again, getting closer to me. I look around nervously to remind myself that so many people are watching us. I cannot say it out lo
Henry’s POV. Drip-drop. Drip-drop. Drip-drop. The drop of water falls into the puddle, covering the space in death. The howls consume my thoughts, and my head aches like stone. Where am I? I find myself walking through the dark woods, witnessing so many wolves devouring one body. Who is he? As I come closer, the wolf pack howls and is ready to attack. Someone appears behind the dark smoke, laughing aloud, and directs the wolves racing at me. My heart is beating and my body is drying when I see a corpse dressed in Sarah's clothes. Sarah? When I gather the power to fight the wolves, my eyes roll as my pupils narrow, causing me to shape my fists. The man sits in his wheelchair, smoking a cigar, while watching his wolf. He wears a fedora, and his suit seems like it came from an 80s movie. He has a weird look. I'm looking him in the eyes after slaying all of his wolves. I know this guy. He's one of the city's most dangerous criminals. He broke every norm in the mafia world, and bo
Sarah’s POV. "I'm going to perform today." Because my voice is strong, the manager gave me this opportunity." She stands tall, her voice full of pride. "Wow, I'm so envious," I joke before Mila enters the stage on her high heel. The band on stage prepares for Mila to play as she approaches the stage. "Why are you still here, Sarah?" my manager Amanda asks, smiling. "I beg your pardon?" I turn back to her, surprised. "Oh, don't you know anything yet?" When she tilts her head, her earrings flutter, and she smooths her hair. With my sparkling eyes, I look at her from head to toe. She wears a stunning golden glitter gown, and her make-up is fit for a fairy queen. What exactly is going on? Why do people dress up as if they have the right to be there? "What do I need to know, Miss Amanda?" I inquire, confused, as the crowd chitchats with each other, blending with Mila's pure voice. She performs a classic song, causing the mood to slow down. Miss Amanda chuckles and looks me in the e
Henry’s POV. I stay alone in my room, staring at the gift box in my hand. When I recall her face at the time, my lips widen into a smile. It's quite entertaining to tease that woman. She’s totally falling for me. The snow is falling outside the window, and my heart got warm a little after I met Sarah. It has been a long time. As I unwrap the box and notice what she gave me, my mouth widens. Holy shit! What’s this fucking weird thing? I'm holding an odd item that appears to look like some aliens have been sent to me from outside the Earth. The stitches are sewn overlappingly and in no particular order. And what is it? She decorates the hat center with some shapes. Strawberry? No, no, perhaps that's an apple. Jeez, I don't know. A knock on the door disturbs me, and someone says, "Master, it's me, Jack." "May I go in?" I shake my head, attempting to cool down, and say, "Come on in." The door opens, revealing Jack's curious expression as he steps into the room. "Hey, Henry. What's u