SARAH'S POV:After finalizing the divorce settlement, I found myself sitting in the back of a taxi, feeling a mix of emotions and uncertainty about where I was headed. I was simply seeking a place to clear my mind and escape from the weight of everything that had transpired. It happened that I passed by a spot that reminded me of the times when Mark and I used to visit. It brought back memories of when I asked him why he always chose to take the subway instead of a taxi. He explained that whenever he had a rough day and no one to talk to, he would take line two, which loops around York. He found solace in watching people and the passing scenery, often staying on the subway until sundown. The station provided the perfect vantage point to witness the breathtaking sunset over York, helping him forget the day's troubles and feel a sense of calm before heading home."Excuse me, Sir," I called out to the driver. "Could we make a quick stop somewhere?"Once we pulled over, I stepped out of
SARAH'S POV:As soon as I arrived at the Barr Lawn office, I hastily exited the taxi without saying a word to the driver. Inside, I noticed that he was wearing earpieces, so I called out to get his attention. "Hey, Barr Lawn," I called him out, then he hurriedly responded with "Hey.” "Please, take a seat," he said warmly, motioning towards the inviting chair in his elegantly decorated office."Of course," I responded, my face breaking into a wide smile as I settled comfortably into the plush seat.As I eased into the plush armchair, he extended his hand towards a sleek leather bag."Take a look at the things inside the bag," he said, offering it to me.As I unzipped the bag and began removing items, I quickly realized that they were my parents' belongings. "What is this?" I inquired, my expression reflecting my surprise and confusion.“That's your fathers' bag," he said. "Fortunately, your father entrusted it to me as his lawyer before he died. Sarah, you may not realize that
MARK'S POV:"Have you heard from or seen Jennie today?" I asked Dave."No, sir. She hasn't shown up for work today," he replied.After that day we met at the coffee shop, I haven't seen Jennie at work, and she hasn't shown up either. I can't help but wonder if she's deliberately avoiding me. The thought nags at me, and I find myself murmuring, "No, I don't think so. Let me go to her place and check on her immediately.”"Dave, if anyone comes looking for me, please ask them to wait. I won't be gone for long," I instructed Dave, who stood before me, his gaze fixed on mine."Sir, you have a meeting scheduled with the executive in the next 5 minutes," Dave informed me."Can you please pay attention to what I'm saying? Postpone any scheduled meetings," I yelled at him."Okay... Sir.”As I left, I glanced back to see Dave's eyebrows shoot up in surprise and his gaze following me as I made my way out of the office.When I arrived at Jennie's place, I discovered that she wasn't there. As I w
SARAH'S POV:We arrived at my father's old house late at night. As we approached, we came to a narrow spot in the road where we had to stop because it was too tight for a car to pass through.Barr Lawn was the first person to step out of the car. He gingerly touched the ground and then began walking towards the road that led to the house. Shortly after, I also emerged from the car and trailed behind him."Wait," Lawn exclaimed as he abruptly halted, his hand raised to signal silence. A low, ominous noise emanated from up ahead, prompting us to freeze in place.Lawn directed the beam of his flashlight towards the source of the disturbance, illuminating a weathered sign that read "PRIVATE PROPERTY AUTHORISED PERSONS ONLY." As we strained our eyes to decipher the message, a sudden movement caught our attention. A large rat scurried out from beneath the sign, causing us to jump in surprise.I sensed an overwhelming feeling of unease as I expressed my fears: "I feel like once we go in the
SARAH'S POV:As we approached the basement door and swung it open, an unbearable stench wafted out, assaulting our senses. "It smells like dead rats," Lawn remarked.I covered my nose with my hand to block out the strong smell. "Yeah, it doesn't go away unless you clean it very well with hydrogen," I explained.As we looked around, hoping to find any evidence that might lead to my father's signature, we carefully examined the contents of the basement. After a couple of minutes, Lawn stumbled upon a box filled with numerous documents. With curiosity piqued, he opened the box and discovered a tape. Without hesitation, he decided to play it."Sarah, how does this voice sound to you? To me, it sounds really sad. I think she was crying," Lawn asked me."What is that?" I inquired, leaning in to hear the voice more clearly. The voice sounds like the one I had listened to earlier.As I listened closely to the recording, I recognized the voice as my mom's. It seemed to capture a moment from
MARK'S POV:As I woke up, I realized that Jennie wasn't in the bed with me. I was a little disoriented and started to wonder where she could be. With bleary eyes, I made my way to the bathroom to see if she was there, but I couldn't find her.Last night, I had an amazing time being in her company. Her presence made last night truly enjoyable and memorable.As I made my way downstairs, I took a moment to look around the house, hoping to find her there. I finally spotted her in the dining room, leisurely sipping on her refreshing orange juice while engrossed in the morning news, her eyes moving across the pages of the newspaper.I paused for a moment, looking at her intently, before approaching her and speaking softly. "The juice looks quite cold. Would you like me to prepare some warm tea for you instead? I think it would be more comforting.” She was initially startled, and then she turned and gazed at me before speaking. "Don't worry yourself, I'm good with this," she said with a smi
SARAH'S POV:The ring of my phone woke me up. Groggy, I squinted at the screen to see who was calling. It was Barr Lawn. His voice was urgent."Get ready. We need to meet Mrs. Elizabeth," he instructed, wasting no time.I jumped out of bed, skipped breakfast despite my grandmother's insistence, and rushed out of the house. By the time I reached Barr Lawn's office, he was already waiting. We drove together to Mrs. Elizabeth's workplace, the only place she could be found during the day.Upon arrival, the customer service representative informed us that we would have to wait until her break. Impatient but resigned, we took seats in the waiting area, watching the clock tick slowly.Finally, we spotted her. Barr Lawn and I rushed towards her, but she acted as if she didn’t notice us. Her reaction made me uneasy.As we approached Mrs. Elizabeth, she immediately pleaded, "Please don't do this. I have no information for you." Her voice trembled with fear, and she anxiously glanced around, as
MARK'S POV:"Hey Paul, what's going on?" I inquired, my tone masking the impatience that was steadily building within me."Mark, I really need to have a serious conversation with you," Paul said, the tension in his voice unmistakable.As I waited for Paul's response, my heart skipped a beat with anxiety. Trying to keep my voice steady, I asked, "What is it?" Unable to contain my anticipation, I urged him, "Go on, I'm listening.""It's about Jennie. There's something you need to know," Paul's tone was serious, and I could sense the urgency in his voice.The tension from Paul's call lingered as I attempted to focus on my work. My mind was consumed by a whirlwind of thoughts and possibilities, each more unsettling than the last. Paul's words echoed in my mind, casting a shadow over my thoughts and leaving me feeling unsettled.I couldn't shake the eerie feeling that something significant was about to unfold. Throughout the dragging day, I couldn't help but steal constant glances at Jenni
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