SARAH’S POV:As I opened my eyes, my head throbbed with pain. Blinking rapidly, as I tried to make sense of my surroundings, I looked around and realized I was in the moving backseat of a car. Panic set in as I wondered how I got there and who was driving. My heart raced as I looked around for any clues or signs of danger. Suddenly, I noticed that my hands weren't tied up, which gave me a glimmer of hope. But before I could relax, I caught a glimpse of the person driving the car and I instinctively reached out and grabbed the driver's neck."Stop this car! Who are you?" I yelled, my grip on his neck getting tighter. I was determined to get answers and figure out what was going on, even if it meant using force.As the car sped down the winding road, I was lost in thought. Suddenly, a loud voice shattered the silence, "Sarah, it's me, Joe!" I jumped in my seat, startled by the sudden outburst. I looked at him, and as soon as I heard the name, I froze. Something about his tone seemed o
MARK'S POV:“Man, I am sorry I heard what happened to your wife, that she had a miscarriage." James, one of my friends, said as he approached me with a sympathetic expression on his face, holding a glass of wine in his hand. We were gathered at a child dedication ceremony organized by one of our mutual friends. As he patted me on my back, he felt a mix of emotions - sadness for the loss of my unborn child."I'm not sure what you're referring to," I replied, trying to feign ignorance of the subject of the conversation because I wasn't quite ready to answer, and I hoped that my evasive response would deflect his attention. "What do you mean?" James pressed, sensing my reluctance to engage. He cut in before I could offer a more detailed explanation."I'm talking about your wife, Sarah," he continued. "The one who had a miscarriage."I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I knew where this was heading, and I didn't want to go there. "The only wife I have is Jennie," I said, ho
SARAH'S POV:"Where is my daughter, Mabel?" I screamed as I turned to the group of maids standing before me, my voice shaking with fear and desperation.My heart was pounding in my chest as I waited for their response, but to my dismay, all of them seemed taken aback by my outburst, their eyes widening in surprise. I couldn't understand why they weren't reacting urgently - all I knew was that I needed to find my little girl as soon as possible."I can't believe what's happening here. I entrusted my daughter to your care and now she's missing. And to make matters worse, the chief maid is unconscious. I'm absolutely furious," I exclaimed, my voice shaking with anger. I gestured towards each person in the room, my eyes blazing with frustration and disbelief. How could they let this happen? I needed answers, and I needed them fast."I can't stand the way you're all looking at me with those pitiful faces," I yelled out in frustration. The room had fallen silent and it seemed like everyone
SARAH'S POV:In the wee hours of the morning, both Brenda and I were already awake and outside, scouring the area in an attempt to locate either Mark or his alleged mistress, Jennie. Despite our best efforts, we were unable to find any trace of them. We searched high and low, but to no avail. It was as if they had vanished into thin air.As we were tracking them, we noticed a car approaching us from a distance. As the car came to a halt, I could see Mark in the driver's seat, and Jennie was the first one to step out of the passenger seat. I was filled with anger and frustration as soon as I saw her. Without a second thought, I stood up from where I was sitting and rushed towards her, my fists clenched tightly. I started beating her, and my anger and frustration were evident in every blow. It was a moment of rage that I couldn't control.In a fit of anger and confusion, I let out a piercing scream. My eyes were fixed on the sight before me - Jennie, coming here often as if she had e
MARK'S POV:"All your evil plans will come out soon." Brenda warned.Just as she finished speaking, the sound of a siren pierced through the air, indicating the imminent arrival of the police.Brenda averted her gaze from me and strode purposefully towards Sarah, her footsteps echoing against the floor.Paul, who happened to be my cousin and also a member of the police force, was one of the officers who responded at my house. As soon as he arrived, he made a beeline towards me and pulled me aside. It was clear that he wanted to have a private conversation with me, away from the commotion. "Hey Mark, have you heard about what's been going on with your wife, Sarah, lately?" Paul asked me.I let out a sigh and shook my head. "All I know is that I can't find my daughter anywhere," I replied, frustration evident in my voice. I clenched my fists and pointed angrily in Sarah's direction. "That witch is probably behind it all," I added, my anger towards her simmering just below the surface.
MARK'S POV:We have just finished our bath. Jennie is getting ready to head to the office, but I have other concerns on my mind. I am worried about my daughter Mabel, who has gone missing. Therefore, I have decided not to join Jennie in the office, as I want to make sure that everything possible is being done to find my daughter. It is my top priority to ensure that Mabel is located and safely returned home.While Jennie was busy getting herself ready, I decided to use the opportunity to approach her and inquire whether she had any information that could potentially help us understand the circumstances surrounding Mabel's sudden disappearance. I was hoping that Jennie might have some insights that could shed light on the situation and possibly provide some clues that could aid our search efforts.As soon as I saw Jennie walk into the room, I couldn't help but feel a rush of affection towards her. With a smile and a warm embrace, I wrapped my arms around her and drew her close. "Hey b
SARAH’S POV:"Friend, are you going to continue being like this?" she asked with a gentle tone. Brenda's eyes were filled with concern as she looked at me. Her voice was soft and her facial expression was pitiful, as she sympathized with me. Her words conveyed a sense of worry and care, and I could tell that she was genuinely interested in understanding my situation and offering her support.“If my daughter is found safe and sound, I am going to sign the divorce papers and leave my husband Mark for good. I can't continue to live with a person who has been abusive towards me and our child. It's time to move on and start a new life with my daughter.” I said as I confided in my friend Brenda about my situation. Brenda tried to comfort me by saying, "Please don't beat yourself up. I know how much Mabel means to you, but let's stay positive. I'm confident that Mabel will be found safe and sound. We'll do everything we can to make sure she's healthy and happy when she's returned to you.”
SARAH’S POV:As Brenda and I arrived at the hospital and as soon as we pulled up in the car, I quickly got out and rushed towards the entrance. I didn't wait for Brenda to catch up and instead, sprinted towards the hospital building. Once inside, I made a beeline towards the customer service nurse desk at the hospital to find out and explained my situation to the attendant. "Excuse me, could you please tell me where my daughter's room is?" I inquired. My voice was trembling with anxiety and concern, hoping to receive a prompt response and find my way to my daughter's room as quickly as possible."What's your daughter's name?" The nurse, in turn, asked me, to which I responded promptly with, "Mabel Adrian." Having obtained the necessary information, the nurse then proceeded to inform me that my daughter's room was located in the emergency room area, specifically in room 123. However, I was so worried about my daughter's well-being and was so anxious to see her that I didn't allow
MARK'S POVI could feel my pulse pounding in my ears, a low roar of rage building inside me. How could she? After everything, how could she do this now, knowing I still love her? Knowing what she meant to me? My fists clenched at my sides, my mind racing with a thousand questions, a thousand thoughts crashing in.Then I heard it — a low murmur from the crowd, a ripple of excitement spreading like wildfire. And then, as if on cue, voices began to chant, louder and louder, "Marry him! Marry him!"The words hit me like a punch to the gut. The room was closing in, the noise growing deafening, and I could feel the heat rising up my neck, my vision narrowing as the reality of what was happening sank in. Joe was down on one knee, a ring in his hand, and the crowd was cheering them on. “No… no, no, no,” I muttered, shaking my head as if trying to wake from a bad dream. My chest felt tight, and I could barely breathe. Paul reached out, grabbing my arm, trying to pull me back to my seat, but I
MARK'S POV:The restaurant was crowded, filled with the low hum of conversations and the clinking of cutlery against plates. Paul and I were seated by the window, where the sunlight poured in. I pushed my food around, barely tasting it, my thoughts elsewhere.Suddenly, Sarah walked in, her smile as radiant as ever, but my chest tightened when I saw who was with her — Joe. My jaw clenched instinctively. That man. I knew he had something planned, something dark. I’d seen enough of his schemes to know he was trouble, and now he was here with her. My Sarah. A burning anger rose inside me, spreading like wildfire. "They just sat down," I muttered, my eyes glued to them. I didn't even realize Paul was speaking until he snapped his fingers in front of my face."Hey! Earth to you," Paul called, his voice cutting through my thoughts.I blinked and turned to him. "What?"Paul’s gaze shifted towards Sarah and Joe, and then back to me. He sighed, exasperation etched on his face. "How long are yo
JENNIE'S POV:My father’s study, usually a place of calm, had turned into a storm of anger and tension. I stood near the doorway, my fists clenched, my heart pounding in my chest. I could hardly breathe. "Daddy, are you really going to sit there and let that bitch, Sarah, take everything we’ve worked for?" I spat out, my voice trembling with frustration. My words felt like acid on my tongue. The room seemed to shrink as I waited for his response, my breath quickening.My father, his face shadowed in the gloom, whipped his head towards me, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. "I’ve told you to shut your mouth! I’m doing something about it!" He shouted, his voice slicing through the air. His fury hung in the air, thick and suffocating.I felt my cheeks flush with heat, my anger flaring even hotter. I couldn’t stay still. I paced back and forth, my heels clicking sharply against the hardwood floor, frustration boiling inside me like a storm ready to break. My mind raced, thoughts tu
SARAH'S POVI smiled, glad to hear a proactive suggestion. “Absolutely. Explore those options. Bring me a list of potential partners and what they bring to the table. We’re not just here to compete; we’re here to lead, and sometimes that means joining forces.”Angela grinned and nodded, already thinking of ideas."And you, Daniel? What do you think needs to change?" I asked.He hesitated, then said, "We need stability. People are worried. They don’t know what to expect from you."I leaned back, considering his words. "Then make it clear: change is coming. But it’s a change for the better. We’re not just surviving; we’re going to thrive. And anyone who can’t keep up with that pace has no place here."I could feel the tension in the room. The executives exchanged uneasy glances. Some of them were on board, others were resistant. But they all knew one thing: this was not my uncle’s company anymore.No one moved. It was clear they had no more questions—for now, at least. I could see the g
SARAH'S POV:I could see the mix of expressions—some were still processing, some were skeptical, and a few were cautiously optimistic. I wanted to make sure there were no doubts and no misunderstandings about what was coming next.James, the CFO, raised his hand slightly, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses, he cleared his throat, adjusted his glasses, and stood. “What happens if these new strategies don’t work? What if we lose money and our position in the market worsens?" he asked, his voice steady but carrying a hint of challenge. I nodded, expecting this kind of resistance from James. "We adapt and pivot. We don’t cling to what doesn’t work. This company has been too afraid to take risks. But if we’re afraid to fail, we’ll never succeed. We’ll monitor every move closely, but doing nothing isn’t an option anymore.""We’ve been running a tight ship, focusing on profitability. I think we should maintain our current trajectory.” James continued.I nodded, my face expressionless. "P
SARAH'S POV:As I stood in my father's company, looking out over the city that had been the backdrop to this epic battle—a battle for survival, for control, for legacy. I felt a profound sense of accomplishment. The skyscrapers rose high above the clouds, their glass windows reflecting the dying light of the sun. I could see it all now—every corner, every street, every building that had witnessed the storm I’d fought through. This city had been a battlefield, and I had emerged victorious, my resolve unbroken. But the war wasn’t over yet. The real work was just beginning.Now, standing in this high-rise office, it was time to reset everything. I turned away from the window and looked around the office. Now, my office. Everything in here screamed of the old regime: the heavy oak desk, the leather-bound books lining the walls, the dimly lit. The office smelled of leather and old wood, a heavy scent of authority. I could feel the weight of my uncle's legacy pressing down on my shoulders
SARAH'S POV:The rawness of it cut through the air, making everyone in the room freeze. Andrew's words, high-pitched and frantic, shattered the heavy silence that had settled over the courtroom like a thick fog. Every head turned to him, eyes wide with shock. Even the judge, who had maintained a stoic expression throughout the trial, looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly. The tension in the room grew unbearable, like the air had been sucked out, leaving only the charged atmosphere behind.The bailiffs, trained to handle situations like this, tightened their grip on Andrew. But he continued to thrash, his movements wild and erratic, like a trapped animal. His eyes, once sharp and calculating, now darted around the room in sheer desperation. “I had no choice!” he shouted again, louder this time, his voice thick with fear. He scanned the faces in the courtroom, searching for someone—anyone—who might offer him a lifeline, a way out of the fate that awaited him.Then, his eyes landed on
SARAH'S POVThe courtroom was a cold, unforgiving place, filled with an almost palpable tension. The ceiling-high windows let in a harsh, gray light that settled over everything like a shroud. I stood at the defendant's table, gripping the edge so tightly that my knuckles turned white. The wood felt rough under my fingers, grounding me in the moment. My heart hammered in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears like the ticking of a clock. Every breath I took seemed louder than the whispers that had filled the room moments before. Now, it was silent. Unbearably silent.Barr Lawn stood beside me, tall and steady, his presence a rock in the storm of my emotions. He wasn’t just my lawyer—he was my friend, my guide through this harrowing journey. His eyes, usually so stern and focused, were softer now as they flicked toward me, giving a small nod of reassurance. I tried to find strength in his calm, but the fear was too strong. It coiled in my stomach, tightening with each second that passe
SARAH'S POV: The day before had been a blur of calls, documents, and the ceaseless hum. I didn’t feel like the same person anymore. The timidness that once gripped me had been burned away by the fire of righteous fury.My uncle’s legal team, once arrogant and dismissive, had fired the first volley—a desperate plea for a settlement. I had read their letter once, twice, maybe a dozen times. Each word was a thinly veiled threat wrapped in a mask of concern for “family unity.” But I wasn’t the same person who had bowed to their will in the past. That morning, as I held the letter in my hands, something inside me snapped into place, a final, unyielding decision.“No,” I had whispered, my voice echoing in the silence. “No more.”The battle lines were drawn in earnest. My reply to the settlement offer was curt, clinical—a refusal that left no room for doubt. Barr Lawn understood the stakes. He moved with precision, crafting each counter-response like a scalpel, cutting through the bluster