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SAVANNAH"Pissed” is an understatement for how I felt seeing Sophia standing there, looking smug. I purse my lips as her eyes roam the boardroom. “Hello, Big Sister,” she says, a little smirk on her face.“Hello, Sophia,” I reply calmly, trying not to show my irritation. “Could you wait outside? This is a board meeting.”She chuckles. “I know, and I'm here for the board meeting.” She scans the room and spots the only empty seat next to Dominic. She marches over to him and takes a seat. “Hey, Dom,” she says seductively, smirking when I frown. She then addresses the room. “I'm sorry for disrupting the meeting. Please, continue.”Mr. Brown, one of the board directors, looks at her. “I'm sorry, Miss Knights, but you aren't part of the board or a company member. Your father didn't inform us about you being here. I'm sorry, but you have to leave, ma'am.”A slight smirk crosses my lips, and she grits her teeth, glaring at me. “And she's part of the board?”“Mrs. Knight here is going to repres
DOMINICIt is a challenge to maintain my self-control as I resist the urge to snap at Sophia. How dare she talk to Savannah that way? The only reason I don't intervene is that I know Savannah wouldn't appreciate it.Sophia purses her lips and strides over to me, her head held high with confidence. “We should move to the boardroom.”“You have two minutes; use it wisely,” I reply coldly, my eyes darting to Savannah, standing and looking around. All I want is to hold her and get her away from here.I feel hands rubbing my chest, and my head snaps down to find Sophia pushing herself closer to me. My eyes widen when I hear footsteps stomping away, and I quickly open my eyes to see Savannah's retreating figure. I push Sophia away abruptly, glaring at her. “What the hell was that?” I snap, completely forgetting where we are. “Who gave you the right to touch me without my permission?”She stumbles but regains her balance. “Oh, so now I need permission from you?”I grit my teeth and advance tow
SAVANNAHMy breath hitched as I gazed into his eyes. Those beautiful green orbs were fixated on me, so captivating, so intense.His eyes roam my face, and my heart pounded in my chest. Did he mean it?He groaned and nibbled on my earlobe. “Say something,” he whispered, his voice Husky; a whimper escapes me as I met his gaze. I was as scared as I was speechless. I cleared my throat and nodded slowly. His grip tightened around my waist. “Use your words,” he murmured, resting his head on my forehead. “I want to hear your words, baby girl.”I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. Dominic's closeness, his touch, and the moment's intensity overwhelmed me. But I couldn't let fear hold me back.“I… I want that too, Dominic,” I finally managed to say, my voice trembling but determined. “Yes,” I replied, though all I wanted to tell him was, “I want us to be real. I don't want this to be just a contract. I want you, all of you.”Dominic's eyes lit up with relief and joy, and he kissed me deeply
DominicLife has been good. It's been a week since Savannah and I agreed to be officially husband and wife. The contract I gave her to sign was torn up, but my father's remains.That will go, too. Soon.My eyes drift to Savannah, sitting next to me, wearing a floral dress that stops mid-thigh, and her hair flows loosely around her neck. I want to run my hands through those curves of hers. I'm currently driving her to her mother's house.Noticing me staring, she looks at me with those beautiful eyes, and my breath hitches. She smiles at me with a blush creeping up her cheeks. “Why are you staring at me like that?”I can't help but chuckle softly at her question. “Because you're stunning, Savannah,” I reply, my gaze still fixed on her. “I can't get enough of looking at you.”She rolls her eyes playfully, her blush deepening. “You are too interesting, Dominic.” I chuckle as I stop the car on the highway. She looks at me with wide eyes. “Why are you stopping?”I look at her like she's grow
SAVANNAH“Okay, can you start with Evans?” I ask, leaning forward and giving her my full attention.She sighed. “I knew that was where you were going to start.” She wrenched her hands together. “Did you speak to him about it?”“I did,” I hesitate to tell her the truth. “He was angry and said some things,” she looks over at me, and I clarify, “Not bad stuff. He's just lost right now; knowing what he thought was true all these years can be tough.”She looks at the wall. "I understand. I never said he wasn't my son because I always thought he saw; I never saw him as different,” she looks at me. “Evan was the one that taught me love before I even got pregnant with you.”My heart squeezes in my chest. “Whose son is he?” I ask, leaning forward and giving her my full attention.“Albert. He was the man I met after your father. Evans was a kid when his mom had just walked away from him and his father. However, Albert wanted more. I could only offer him friendship, and he appreciated it,” she sm
DOMINIC My eyes drift down to Savannah sleeping on my lap. I had just picked her up from her mother's place, and she was still sleeping. I guess she's tired, especially with everything that has happened over the last few days.It's a good thing my driver joined me, so I'm in the back seat as I watch my wife sleep. She's beautiful.I put the privacy screen up and ran my finger through her hair slowly. She's breaking down every wall I had built around me, and that's terrifying.I bend down slightly and place a kiss on her forehead. She stirs in my arms. Yeah, I'm a goner for her. My phone pings, and I look down to see a message from Chris.Chris: Remember, there's someone whose name starts with a C and ends with an S that has been your friend for years.A chuckle escapes me. He can be so dramatic when he wants to be. I hit call since I'm enjoying the feel of Savannah's skin under my palms. He answers on the first ring. “What?”“Did you manage to have some fun yet?” I ask, knowing it wil
Sophia**I'm sitting in my Dad's office, anxiously waiting for him. He's refused to see me for the past few days, and it's painful that Mom isn't even aware of the situation.The door handle jiggles, and it swings open. Dad enters, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern as he locks eyes with me. He walks over to his desk and takes a seat. “What's going on here?”I muster a tight smile. “Dad.” He gazes at me, sits across from me, and places some files on the table. I reach out to hold his hand, but he withdraws it abruptly. “I'm sorry.”“You're sorry?” Dad questions, studying me closely. “Tell me, Sophia, what compelled you to do what you did?”I lower my head and clasp my hands together, feeling the weight of my actions bearing down on me. “I'm sorry. I admit that what I did was wrong. I wasn't thinking, and I just acted.”“You weren't thinking, Sophia?” Dad interlaces his fingers and leans forward. “Explain this to me. You left home after we spoke and confronted the board membe
Savannah**It's been three months since I started working at the Marshall's, and so far, everything has been good.They still haven't found out who hit my car, and honestly, it bothers me. But I don't let it show, not wanting to stress Dominic, who, by the way, still pays his regular visits to my office.We've gotten a lot closer, and each time that happens, I fall a little deeper. I know it's dangerous, but I can't seem to help myself.It's the little things he does - making breakfast for me, opening doors, taking me out for dinner, and holding my hand. Not to mention how close he and Mom have gotten since our last visit. She loves him.Although Evan and Mom haven't had the time to discuss what happened thoroughly, they are still working on the little conversations between them. His mom hasn't shown herself yet, making me even more suspicious of her.I'm flipping through the files when I hear noise outside my door. I tilt my head in confusion as to what the noise is about. I'm about t
Hey Everyone!This is a bittersweet moment for me, and I am so glad I can finally take some time off my machine and relax!No hard feelings, but I deserve some me time.Now, unto more serious matters, this book has ended, putting us in an expectation of what is next. I am proud to announce that there is a sequel to this BOOK!!! Yayyyyyyy! Are you as excited as I am? Then scream with with me! YAYYYYYY!So, if you noticed, I have been dropping hints in this book about what to expect next, and I can't wait to dive into these lovely people's books. I hope you guys will be as patient with them as you were with Dominic and Savannah Marshalls.There is no release date yet, as I am taking a break, but keep your notifications on and stay tuned for updates!! I will create an Instagram and Facebook account when I start the next book for updated information!!!Thanks to everyone who gave this book a chance and decided to spend on it, including the comments; shout out to JUICY MISS, whose comment
SAVANNAH“Come back here!” I yell as I chase after my three-year-old son, who seems to be in the mood for his mischief. “Zion! Get back here!”He runs up the stairs and behind his father. “C’mon baby, let me him go,” my husband says as he looks at me. “I'm sure he didn't mean to.”I glare at him. “Uh-huh, I'm sure he didn't mean to take the cookies I made personally for Thanksgiving.”Dominic's eyes widen as he turns to his son, who throws him a toothy grin. “See?” he says as he looks at his son. “He didn't mean it.” I glare at him; he is a sucker for Zion.I roll my eyes as I stretch out my arms to him. “Give me my daughter,” I say as I smirk at him. “Go downstairs and care for everything else since you want to defend your son. Go ahead and take on the responsibility of cleaning the mess he made.”He pouts. “But I am holding our baby,” he says as he kisses our princess. “C’mon.”I glare at him. “Give her to me. You and your son go and take care of everything else.” He pouts, but I rem
DOMINIC“It’s a boy!” I announce, pushing the door open. Excited squeals and gasps surround me as I look at our family. “I have to go back in!” I say, pulling the door close leaving the noise outside.My wife needs me.Re-entering, I see our baby boy lying on her chest as they clean her up. She looks up, eyes watering. “Our baby,” she says weakly, and I nod vehemently as I kneel before her bed, “He’s so beautiful,” she says as she looks down at him. I nod as tears trail down my cheeks. “Thank you,” I say, rubbing her head. “Thank you.”“Excuse me, sir, please wait outside.” the nurse asks. I nod. “We’ll call you back in a few minutes.”I place a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I'll be right outside.” Leaning down, I kiss the top of my son’s head and walk outside.I find myself turning and looking at the nurse, picking up the baby and going to clean him, I'm sure. Find everybody waiting eagerly. “How are they?”“They're fine. I think they are about to clean them up,” I say, closing the d
DOMINICThe atmosphere is charged with anticipation as I tap my feet, awaiting her. The space around me echoes the silent suspense. “Should we wait some more?” a voice asks, and I nod tightly, reassuring more myself than the speaker, “She’ll come. She’ll be here soon.”As I contemplate checking my phone, the door swings open, and my pulse goes haywire. She's here. She's adorned in a flowing white dress, eyes glistening as she approaches. I smile softly, and she reciprocates, causing my heart to pound. As she reaches me, she mouths, “I'm sorry.” I shake my head, pulling her into me. “I had cramps.”My concern shows with a frown. “Are you okay? Is it severe?” I hold her at arm’s length. “Is it okay?”She smiles brightly. “Yeah, I'm fine.” She exhales. “Let's do this.”I smile, kissing her forehead before taking my stance beside her. We're remarrying today, a private renewal of vows away from prying eyes. I wanted our loved ones present, but I asked her about the wedding she wanted, and s
SAVANNAH“Open your eyes,” Dominic says as he removes his hands from my eyes. I blink as my eyes adjust to the surroundings, and gasps escape my lips.This is a house in the middle of a field surrounded by flowers of all kinds, a two-story building painted black and white.My lips stretch into a wide grin as the scent of the field and flowers fills the air. “Do you like it?” Dominic asks as he stands behind me. “Is it to your taste?”I whirl around to face him. “Do I like it?!” I ask as I look around, and he nods. “No, I don't.” His face drops, and a broad smile spread across my face. “I freaking love it.”I see him breathe out a sigh of relief. “You had me scared for a second,” he says as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me to him. “This is ours.”My eyes widen as I look at him. “For us? You bought it?” He nods as he looks around. “Why?”He smiles. “I figure we have somewhere to escape and spend time together. We needed a getaway, and although I could've taken you anywhere worldw
Elizabeth Miller.I'm struggling with my thousands of emotions, a turbulent whirlwind. I've always prided myself on maintaining my resolve to stay clear of Sebastian Knights, and I've succeeded.They say there's a thin line between love and hate, and I've found that true. To release the love I once had for him, I had to blur that line and harbor a deep resentment for him—the man who took everything from me.I shake my head, recalling our conversation the day Savannah shared the news of her pregnancy and the way he looked at me when I discovered he had given me his kidney.He saved my life, and why would he do such a thing? I cling to the notion that he did it for her, not me. Although I believe that, a small part of me questions: What if it was more than just for Savannah?What if he did it for me?I scoff at my thoughts as I step outside, my heart racing as I search for him. Sebastian Knights has always had a knack for breaking down every wall I built, and the hatred I clung to was a
DOMINIC “And this decision today was taken based on all the evidence and testimonies that were given to us today," my hands find Dominic's legs as he pulls me closer to him, "and it reads as follows."Savannah’s hands tighten around mine, and I pull her closer. “The court has found the accused guilty as charged with every available evidence,” the judge continues. My hands tighten around Savannah, and I pull her closer to me. “There will be no bond for Becca Knights and the rest of the defendants.” I see Evans' jaw clench tight.Aisha turns to us and smiles tightly. I scowl at her, knowing that she might have helped to save Savannah, but she was the reason she was taken in the first place.“Becca Knights is sentenced to a hundred years with no parole and heavy duties.” Becca's eyes widen, and she gasps as she looks at him before her eyes turn to us. I subconsciously pull Savannah closer to me. “Sophia Knights is sentenced to fifteen years in prison with parole.” I see Sophia bow her he
SavannahI watch as Dad walks in with a woman whose eyes hold determination, and I hear Mom gasp beside me. I turn to her to find her watching the woman with wide eyes. Does Mom know who she is?The woman walks in, her shoulders high, and Becca's face pales when her eyes land on the woman. “It can't be,” she whispers. “You—It can't be—”I tilt my head, wondering what's going on. “Surprised to see me?” the woman asks as she looks at Becca, who is paling by the minute. “Has it been so long that you don't remember me?”Dad places his hands on the woman's shoulder, and she looks up at him and nods as she's led to the podium. They hand her the Bible as she swears and turns to face everyone.Her eyes land on Sophia, and her lips quiver before her eyes find me. She looks almost proud to see me. Her eyes then go to Mom, and I see her eyes widen slightly.So, they know each other.The judge commands the attention of everyone. “Please state your name and your relationship with the individuals in
SEBASTIAN KNIGHTS.FLASHBACK TO WHEN SEBASTIAN MET JJ WIFE!I drive endlessly around the streets, my heart in turmoil as I review everything that has happened in the last few days. I sigh, feeling a sharp headache, knowing I could've prevented everything.I park the car and rest my head on the steering wheel, the weight of it all pressing on my chest. I could have stopped this. I run my hand down my face and look outside. To my surprise, I'm at the graveyard. I haven't been here in years, but I don't understand why I stayed away. With nothing else to do, I push the car door open and step out.It's still the same as I remember it—quiet and calm. I look around at the graves, and my heart becomes heavy, realizing that these are the final resting places for people with dreams and accomplishments cut short by death. Why do people have to die? Wouldn't it be better if there were somewhere everyone goes after growing old instead of just disappearing?Pushing those thoughts aside, I walk throu