Sarah pov Keith reached me on time and both of us left the mansion after midnight. He had brought the car, but it was sensible not to walk through the crowded area. When we reached the town, the place was swarming and without realizing what he was doing, Keith held my hand a little protectively. “Walk this side.” He pulled me towards the sidewalk and increased the grip around my hand, “Coffee? Or slush?” His offer seemed absurd to me, “The girl is missing for the past two and a half days, Keith,” I pointed out, “We can’t waste our time on a picnic.” “We are not exactly picnicking, Sarah. Even if the girl is missing, we do need our food and drink… or are you planning to go on a hunger strike?” He smirked and pulled me towards a small café. The man had an influential background. His father dealt with property, and he was the only heir to all the wealth. Still, he was so fond of going to small cafes. A few minutes back my mind was on Ashley but once I entered the café, I could not
Sarah pov When I woke up, my first reaction to the peculiar surroundings was, maybe I was kidnapped and kept in a room. Keith might be living in a nonfancy place, but his bedroom was opposite the exterior of the house. It was modernly furnished with top-quality wood furniture. A big LED was installed on the ceiling while a high-brand grey colored room fridge was placed in a corner. “Good morning.” The sleepy voice beside me made me go still and it all started coming back to me. How he started kissing me. How he brought me here to his place and how I came here willingly. God! We were not even drunk. And not even for a moment I thought of Justin. The love of my llfe. Oh, my God! Wasn’t I engaged to him? Didn’t I just have se*x with his best friend on his back? The thought was enough to make me gag. I sat up straight and realized I was not wearing anything under the sheets. “Sarah!” I felt the confusion in Keith’s voice. “Sorry, Kevin. I need to go.” I tied the sheet around me an
Sarah povTaking a cab, instead of going home I went to a salon to get a hairdo. Yup!Right now, I did not need to be frustrated. I had to do this on my own. No one would help me unless I help myself.The so called peers and buddies were only interested either in my wealthy background or my smiling face. Nobody wanted to know what was going on inside my head and my heart.The only one who used to care had slipped far away and I was adamant about bringing him back. I was not happy to give up so easily.After my hairdo, I got myself a leisure manicure and pedicure.“Ma’am. What nail color would you prefer?” The salon girl asked me while massaging my feet. The other one was giving a massage to my arm and knew perfectly about the pressure points.“Umm...” I opened my eyes lazily, “maybe a moss green color!” I said and closed my eyes again.My brain had finally started working.The regret of spending the night with Keith was lessening now. I could always explain to Justin that I did it b
Ashley Walters pov “Ma’am. Are you the same woman who got a snake bite?” the cotton candy man asked me while handing over the thin bamboo sticks to me. When I nodded, he examined me from head to toe, “I hope you are doing well now.” “Oh, yes I am.” I started munching one of the beauties in my hands, “Thanks for asking.” “Who is he by the way?” He threw a casual gaze at Justin who was standing at some distance, “I think I have seen him somewhere.” “Oh, he is my husband. People often confuse him with some movie star.” I faked a laugh and paid him the amount. This morning I insisted Justin take a walk outside. We were about to go back home the next day and my heart was sinking by just thinking of it. I did not want to return home. The politics I used to face from Sarah might take a toll on my mental health in the future. Here I was happy with Justin. He and me. A perfect couple. I wanted to enjoy these two days to the fullest. Here I had Justin only to myself. No office work. No o
Third person pov Justin was pacing in the corridor waiting for the doctors to come out of Ashley’s room. All he wanted to do right now was barge inside and take her home. Thankfully she gained consciousness while he was taking her to the hospital. He leaned his forehead against the wall placing his palms on it. He was getting frustrated with each passing minute when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He jumped up and spun around. The man who owned the cotton candy stall in the small market was standing behind him. By now Justin had totally forgotten about him. “She will be fine, Sir.” He tried to calm Justin quite awkwardly. Maybe because there was a clear difference in class and status between them. “I could not even ask your name,” Justin told him humbly, “Thank you for saving her.” Apparently, he was the one who had pulled Ashley out of harm’s way but unfortunately, Ashley’s head had bumped into something hard making her unconscious on the spot. “I understand, sir. My name doesn’
Ashley Walters pov It had been two hours since we sat in the car, but my mind was constantly thinking about the conversation between Helga and Edith. I was not at all disappointed as the lower staff of most of the places was habitual of gossiping. This was the only activity they could manage during their working hours. But why Helga thought that fate was after me? I was aware of Sarah’s hatred. It was natural jealousy if she would find her fiancé throwing his attention on someone other than her. If I would find Justin with some other woman, I would feel envious too. No matter what anyone tells me, but I would be ready to destroy the world. Justin was not some any other man. He was not an ordinary fellow. He knew how to spoil the girl and I did not know how many girls he had spoiled before me. Or before Sarah. And then an unexpected jab of jealousy made its way into my heart. What will I do if by any chance Justin shows the same care to a girl in front of me? Giving a damn about m
Sarah pov After getting done with her cup of broth, granny got hold of her stick and rose to her feet. A maid was there to take her inside. Marwick and I stood up in respect until she left us alone. She knew Marwick didn’t like her. He had been quiet all this time not uttering a single word in her presence. My brother could sometimes be as stubborn as a mule. I declined when Marwick extended a beer can towards me. “Since when have you started saying no to parties?” He asked casually and took a chug from his can. How to tell him that I had stopped partying altogether ever since my fiancé got married? “So, you wanted to talk to me.” Marwick placed the can on the coffee table and took the chair opposite mine. We were on the vast lawn of the Deluca mansion. This was the safest place where nobody could hear us. I had spent my teenage years playing in those vast green grounds running after Justin. And see. I was still running after him. “I need your help, Marw. Regarding that Ashley
Sarah pov I was still trying to make sense of what Marwick meant earlier by saying that Keith was playing with me. Did he know that I slept with Keith? My heart missed a beat at the mere thought of it. No. No. I don’t think so. That would be too embarrassing! “Hey, girl. Come back to the earth!” I heard Nadia’s shrill voice, who was sitting beside me on the recliner, “Lately you are not taking much interest in any activity we do.” She tried to complain. Last time, after the argument with my friends, I had been keeping them at arm’s length. We were sharing the same cordial relationship, but I stopped bringing Ashley into our topics. Whenever they used to ask about Justin, I used to give them a neutral answer. With time, I had accepted that they might be very good company, but they would never be my true friends. I did not have any answer to her complaints about not participating. Was trying my best to spend time with them to take my mind off Ashley’s absence and Justin’s prefere
Hello readers. I hope you liked all the books. As I told you before, Marwick's story will be out on 1st July 2023 (fingers crossed).Here is a little blurb but sort of incomplete...You are the CEO of a big company and looking for your wife for the last five years. The same wife you left at the altar. You don't know anything about her. Except that she has azure eyes that kept you awake all those nights. You are looking for her everywhere like a madman, without an idea that she might be right there under your nose. Working as your PA. Title :Gosh! The CEO's assistant is NOT a Boy! (Hired a girl By Mistake) (If you are on my socials please don't tell the title there. No spoilers please ;-)) Love you all.xoxoLisa Salman-author
Sophia’s pov: Colter was smart, intelligent, and the school’s soccer team captain. For every girl, he was an ideal. But he chose me as his girlfriend. We were good initially but then he started showing his true colors. “Your cousin is a creep, Sophie. He keeps staring at you. The little boy can’t control his urges,” he used to make fun of Rowan and I never liked it. “He is NOT my cousin, Colt.” I used to defend Rowan and that used to annoy him even more. “Yeah. Whatever. He is younger, Sophie. Just a kid! Don’t ever forget that. Trust me! Nobody wants to date a baby.” His remark tugged my heartstrings that day. Every other day he used to get aggressive and used to remind me that Rowan was just a mere kid. Most of the time his aggression used to be due to Rowan. He disliked it when Rowan used to sit right opposite our place in the cafeteria. He easily could get offended if he would find Rowan, visiting my place. I tried convincing him that Rowan was a family friend but failed.
Rowan’s pov:The girl in my arms was sleeping soundly. She was making me feel like my arms were the best place where she could get that deep sleep. She was making me feel like I was a safe haven for her.That fuc*ker Colter tried to take away her spirit. Her soul. But she did it. She defeated him. The day she called me for help, I knew how much courage she must have gathered to do it. To type that single message. That single word.“Rowan!” she murmured in her sleep and stirred in my arms.“Go to sleep, Sophie. You are safe.” I said and closed my eyes but the she-devil close to me, kept rubbing herself against me intimately.“Soph!” I whispered and she made a pout in her sleep and opened her sleep-filled hooded eyes to look at me, “Go to sleep, love.”I tried to control my desire shooting up by her touch. She shook her head and started rubbing her cheek against my chest skin.“You smell amazing, Rowan.” She started kissing my chest and then climbed up to bring her face close to mine, “
Rowan Levisay pov I looked down at the delicate girl in my arms who, very slowly, was now getting closer to me. She already lived in my heart and had, at last, started seeing me. The only difference was, she spotted me after twenty-five goddamn years. And I noticed her when I was just two. She used to sit cozily in bed with my sisters. I could hear their giggling sounds in my cot and always wanted to get down so that I could join the fun. Sometimes, Mom used to allow me to go to them. They used to cuddle me in between and all I wanted at that time was to sit beside my girl. She used to get irritated by my presence, and how I used to cling to her, stare at her. “Mom! I think she doesn’t like me.” While growing up, the four years old me, asked my mom. She smiled and made me sit on her lap. “She might see you if you stop clinging to her. Nobody likes that, Rowan. Everyone loves to have some space, son.” In my teenage years, I could never make a steady girlfriend. Because they all u
Sophia’s pov. Restless, I continued to toss and turn in my bed, the weight of my past worries pressing heavily upon my chest. The hushed murmurs drifting up from downstairs did confirm what I already knew. My parents were still awake and their concern for me was refusing to let them succumb to sleep. Normally, my parents were early sleepers, but tonight was different. Tonight, their parental instincts were on high alert, their worry for me was palpable in the air. Ever since I could remember, they were protective of me and had shielded me from harm, nurtured me with unwavering love and care. As my adoptive parents, they made me and Jackson their utmost priority. They never let us feel that I was adopted and that Jackson was their own blood. As the minutes ticked by, I couldn't help but reflect on the countless times they had been my pillars of strength. They had been my unwavering support, always there to lend a hand or offer to just listen to me. To make me feel heard. And now,
Emerald's pov: The weight of her words settled upon us like a heavy burden, each of us grappling with our own emotions. But at that moment, amidst the chaos of thoughts and feelings, one thing was clear — Sophie had endured some kind of ordeal. Something that was beyond our thoughts, and we had to listen, support, and help her find solace in our embrace. “Talk to us, love.” Rafael encouraged her to speak, “What is it? What did Colt do to you?” his voice seemed tense. “If I will tell you then would you believe me?” She asked Rafael innocently. Like a baby. Gosh! I wanted to cry. I could not wait to be alone and cry in my husband’s arms. But right now, we both needed to stay strong. “Yes, we will.” Abigail spoke with determination, “You are our kid. Why won’t we trust you?” The moment Abigail said that Sophia started crying. Her tears started slipping down her smooth cheeks. “Sophie?” Rafael and I both called her name. We both were shocked. “Mom! Dad! The one month I was with him
Emerald's pov:Sophia was trembling while taking hesitant steps forward. She looked exhausted as if she had been through an ordeal that no words could adequately describe. The room remained silent, each of us holding our breath, waiting for her to speak.I saw Hunter gesturing for his investigators to leave the room without a sound.Finally, Sophia’s voice broke the silence, which was weak yet determined. "I... I'm sorry. I never meant to cause you all this worry. It's... it's complicated. I'll explain, I promise."Rafael and I exchanged glances, a mix of relief and concern etched on our faces. We moved closer to Sophia, enveloping her in a gentle embrace, offering comfort and reassurance. The room slowly came alive with a mixture of relief, confusion, and a silent desire for answers.Hunter, his voice laced with a mix of relief and urgency, stepped forward. "Sophie, we've been searching for you. Where have you been? Are you alright?"Sophia took a deep breath, her eyes darting around
Emerald Wyatt pov: (Sophia’s foster mom)“Emerald. Stop crying.” Abigail Levisay hugged me tightly, “Hunter has called Rowan and he will be here any minute. We will find Sophie. Don’t lose hope.”Tears were streaming down my face. I was sitting on the armchair, clutching a tissue in my trembling hands. Abigail Levisay … my compassionate friend and Rowan’s mom was kneeling beside me, offering comfort.I was sobbing uncontrollably, struggling to compose myself.“I can't help it, Abigail. I'm so scared for Sophie. It's been two days, and we still have no idea where she could be. And now with Colter found dead ... What if something terrible has happened to my daughter too?”Abigail wrapped her arms around me, holding me tightly.She shushed me gently, “I know, darling. It's an incredibly distressing situation, but we have to stay strong. We can't lose hope. Hunter has called Rowan, and he's on his way here. Rowan has connections. Along with Hunter, he can locate Sophie. We're going to fin
Sophia pov:Without another word, he started rubbing my back with soapy hands. Placing my palms on the bathroom walls, I closed my eyes feeling his touch on my body and then my hair with a whiff of my shampoo. He opened the shower and started washing the sand off my hair. I held my breath when I felt his hands unusually lingering on my bre*asts.“May I?” I asked him, offering him the same comfort. He slowly shook his head and wrapped a bathrobe around me.“I can’t risk that, Sophie.” He draped a towel around my hair like a turban. He was still wearing his costume while I was there without a piece of clothing, “I can take my shower later.”True to his word, he didn’t even bat an eye on my nak*edness.“I promise, I would be decent enough not to sed*uce you,” I said mischievously making him chuckle.“And do you think that would make me happy, princess?” he placed his palms on either side of me on the walls of the bathroom behind me,His eyes were searching mine with a mixture of seriousn