MARK'S POV:As I drove straight to Paul's office, my hands clenched the steering wheel with such force that my knuckles turned white. The cityscape blurred past me. My heart thudded against my chest with a mix of urgency and dread, each beat driving me forward with an unstoppable force. Upon pulling up to the building, I caught sight of Paul stepping out. Without a moment's hesitation, I skidded to a dramatic halt, jumped out of the car, and called out his name, the urgency in my voice echoing in the air.Paul turned around, his eyes growing wide with surprise as he steadying looking in my direction. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern, the lines of worry etched across his face. "You're supposed to be at home. You're not too strong now to ever leave the house.""I need to talk to you," I said, my voice trembling with the weight of what I was about to reveal.Paul's eyes widened with concern as he glanced around nervously, scanning the dimly lit parking
SARAH'S POV:As I entered the company, I couldn't help but notice the curious gazes following my every move. Whispers and murmurs surrounded me as I made my way through the corridor. "Who is she? She's strikingly beautiful. What's her connection to the company? Could she be the boss's daughter?" The speculative chatter persisted as I walked further into the building.With a combination of unease and resolve swirling within me, I came to a stop and meticulously surveyed the surroundings, desperately hoping to spot my uncle or any familiar face. However, to my dismay, I failed to recognize anyone. I lingered for a brief moment, absorbing the array of unfamiliar faces and the polished, contemporary design of the office's interior.Summoning all of my determination, I made my way over to the customer care desk. As I approached, I noticed a young woman behind the counter. She offered me a polite smile that seemed to mask a hint of curiosity. "Welcome, how may I assist you today?" she inqui
SARAH'S POVThe next day, I nervously made my way to Barr Lawn's office, feeling the weight of yesterday's events pressing down on me. As I entered, Barr gestured for me to take a seat. I sat down across from him, feeling the tension in the air as I settled into the chair, my mind consumed by swirling thoughts."Sarah, how are you doing?" he asked.I hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of his concern, before answering, "I'm Okay." The words felt heavy on my tongue, a simple response to a question that held so much meaning."How did the board meeting go?" Barr Lawn inquired, his stoic tone revealing nothing about his emotions.I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I clenched my fists, my anger simmering just beneath the surface. "Why didn’t you double-check all the details before sending me to the crucial board meeting?" I snapped, unable to hold back my frustration. The weight of the mistake seemed to hang heavy in the air, adding fuel to the fire of my irritation.Bar
SARAH'S POV:"Can't you drive faster?" I snapped at Barr Lawn, my voice quivering with a mix of fear and urgency, as the rain pounded against the windshield and the trees blurred past in the darkness. My heart pounded with an unrelenting mirroring of the panic that flickered in my wide eyes."Sarah, calm down," he replied, casting a worried glance at me, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as the wind howled outside.The car seemed to inch forward along the winding road, despite Barr Lawn's determined efforts. Anxious thoughts gnawed at my insides, and the haunting image of my grandmother's house lingered in my mind. Mark's frantic phone call had triggered immediate alarm, and my panic only escalated as we approached closer to our destination.The sense of anticipation seemed to stretch on endlessly. Finally, as we approached, the flashing lights of ambulances and police cars came into view, casting an eerie glow across the scene. My heart seemed to echo the urgency of the surro
MARK'S POV:The heavy, oppressive air seemed to press down on me, as if warning of an impending catastrophe. I found myself standing in confusion, silently observing the heartbreaking scene unfolding before me.Sarah, her once vibrant and lively spirit now extinguished, lay motionless in Joe's embrace. His arms enveloped her fragile form, offering a false sense of security. As I gazed upon them, a turbulent storm raged within me, manifesting in the fiery intensity of my eyes, a reflection of the seething turmoil brewing inside me.If looks could kill, Joe would have perished under the weight of my scorching glare a thousand times over. Every fibre of my being quivered with the overwhelming conviction that this was all his doing. It felt as though he had meticulously orchestrated the nightmarish sequence of events that had led me to this moment.The undeniable evidence of his betrayal gnawed at my insides, stoking the flames of my raging fury. The searing heat of my anger threatened t
MARK'S POV:It felt as though the very walls of the cell were conspiring to crush me, their suffocating and oppressive presence closing in on all sides. In a fit of overwhelming frustration and despair, I began to pound the unyielding concrete with my fists, each impact reverberating and amplifying the intensity of my emotions. My shouts echoed off the unfeeling surfaces, serving as a stark reminder of the cold and indifferent environment that surrounded me.The cell police officer’s voice pierced through my fury like a knife. “Shut up in there!” he shouted. His voice was a harsh bark, filled with the authority of someone used to being obeyed.But I didn’t care. I didn’t listen. For hours, I’d been pestering him to let me speak to Paul, but he refused, dismissing my pleas with an indifferent wave of his hand. Now, my patience is gone. I decided I would make enough noise to force him to let me talk to Paul.As I raged on, my voice grew increasingly hoarse and frayed. Suddenly, the b
MARK'S POV:In the stillness of the room, not a sound penetrated the air except for the faint reverberations of activity from beyond the prison walls. Within the confines of my small cell, I found both imprisonment and sanctuary. This solitary space became my haven, offering refuge from the turbulent world outside.In the embrace of this solitude, I frequently sought comfort, engaging in deep meditation to transcend the limitations imposed by my own thoughts and the unyielding barriers that defined my surroundings.As I shut my eyes, seeking a moment of tranquility, I was rudely snapped back to the present.The heavy door of my cell groaned open with a resounding clang, its rusty hinges protesting loudly. The metallic clinking of keys added to the cacophony, shattering the fragile calm I had tried to cultivate. The harsh, piercing sound reverberated in my ears, disrupting my attempt at finding solace.As I slowly opened my eyes to see the figure of the stone-faced cell officer standi
SARAH'S POV:As I sat comfortably on the couch in my sitting room, I was completely engrossed in the program being shown on the television. The show was really interesting and I was thoroughly enjoying it. However, all of a sudden, I started experiencing a sharp pain in my stomach. It was completely unexpected and took me by surprise. The pain was so intense that it made me feel quite uncomfortable and uneasy. I couldn't understand what was causing it and I started to worry.The pain was persistent and did not seem to subside despite the changes I made in my breathing. As I have not experienced anything like this before. I suddenly started bleeding. I felt helpless, not knowing what was happening to me. I screamed for help, hoping someone would hear me and come to my rescue. Despite calling out several times, it seemed that nobody could hear me. The sound of my voice was the only response I got.I began to feel weak and dizzy. I know I needed help urgently. When I thought I couldn'