SARAH'S POV:As my legal counsel, Barr was incredibly dedicated and persistent. He spent countless hours filing motions, meticulously drafting legal documents, and simulating mock trials to thoroughly prepare me to take the stand as a witness. Each session was demanding and exhausting, but it significantly enhanced my readiness. The gravity of the situation washed over me abruptly, much like a sudden tidal wave. The evidence I had meticulously collected against my uncle was undeniably incriminating, and it appeared that the time to take action had finally arrived.As I made my way through the busy, chaotic morning traffic, a feeling of unease settled over me. Every red light appeared to drag on for an eternity, fueling my growing impatience with each passing second. The office building belonging to Barr stood before me, exuding a sense of grandeur and authority, seemingly encompassing the fate of my future within its formidable walls. I hastily found a spot to park, the tires screec
JENNIE'S POV:I paced back and forth in my grand, luxurious penthouse apartment, feeling the cold, sterile atmosphere seep into my bones. Each echoing step reflected the frustration that had been building within me for the past few weeks. Our family's legacy, the company, was on the line, and Sarah, that wench, with her cunning ways, had somehow succeeded in swaying public opinion against us.The elevator dinged, a metallic sound echoing through the corridor, signaling the imminent arrival of my father, Austin Jackson. As the doors slid open, revealing his imposing figure, it was clear that he exuded an aura of authority, evoking both reverence and trepidation in those around him. His steely gaze, intense and perceptive, seemed to assess every inch of the space before finally settling on me, acknowledging the urgency that colored my expression."Daddy, we need to talk," I said, my voice trembling with barely restrained fury.His brows furrowed in concern as he settled onto the plush l
JENNIE'S POVThe room was dimly lit, shadows flickering against the walls as Andrew was thrown to the floor, his body collapsing with a thud. He was weak, visibly shaken from the beating inflicted by the bodyguards. His face was bruised, his breath shallow and ragged, and fear radiated from him like a palpable aura.My father, Mr. Austin, stood at an impressive six feet, his broad shoulders and confident posture filling the room with authority. As he approached Andrew, every step seemed deliberate, exuding a sense of controlled power like a predator closing in on its prey. Andrew's eyes shifted nervously from side to side before finally locking onto my father's steely gaze, his expression betraying a mixture of surprise and confusion as he tried to anticipate my father's next move."Mr. Austin," Andrew stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, quivering with a combination of terror and pain. He winced as my father knelt beside him, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look up. Andr
SARAH'S POVAs I glanced at the rearview mirror, I noticed a car trailing me. My heart rate quickened, and a chill ran down my spine. My instincts screamed that something was off, but I couldn't quite place it. I decided to take an alternate route, hoping to lose the tail, but the car mirrored my every turn. Panic bubbled beneath my calm facade as I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles white against the leather.Out of nowhere, another car screeched to a halt right in front of me, completely blocking my path. I reacted quickly, slamming on the brakes and narrowly avoiding a dangerous collision. In the midst of the chaos, my hand bag went flying from the passenger seat, leaving a trail of crumbs across the dashboard. Before I could even comprehend what was happening, two imposing figures emerged from the car, their faces set in grim, foreboding expressions. With a predatory grace, they advanced toward me, their intense gaze locked squarely onto me.Fear gripped me, cold and
SARAH'S POV When I lifted my gaze, my senses were jolted by the sight of Mark standing there. My voice barely escaped as a whisper, filled with disbelief. "What are you doing, Mark?" I managed to ask, my confusion and surprise evident. His presence was the last thing I expected, and it threw me into further turmoil. I nodded, though I felt far from okay. The reality of what had just happened, of what my uncle had revealed, settled over me like a heavy shroud. My parents' deaths, the betrayal of my uncle, the uncertainty of my future—it all pressed down on me, threatening to crush me under its weight. As Mark extended his hand to help me up, I felt the warmth of his touch on my arm, the gentleness of his grip providing both support and reassurance. It was evident that he was concerned, his furrowed brow and searching eyes revealing his worry. "Sarah, what happened?" he inquired with genuine concern, his gaze locked onto mine as he sought to understand the turmoil I was grappling
SARAH'S POV:The shrill sound of my phone interrupted me, causing me to look over at the caller ID display. The screen showed an unfamiliar number, and my heart raced with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. With a deep breath, I picked up the phone and brought it to my ear."Hello?" I said, attempting to conceal the unease in my voice as best as I could.A cold, menacing voice cut through the silence, "You think you're clever, don't you?" The voice on the other end sent chills down my spine. "Do you think I don't know what to do?" the voice sneered.I froze, recognizing the voice instantly. "Uncle?" I murmured, my voice dreading.My mind flashed back to the call I had received early this morning. Barr Lawn had called to let me know that the legal papers were finally ready to be served. The plan had been carefully laid out, and the goal was to serve the papers without my uncle suspecting a thing. After giving Barr the green light, I was certain that the element of surprise would work
SARAH'S POV:I quickly gathered our essentials, my grandmother moving with a calm efficiency that belied the urgency of the situation. As I packed a bag, my mind raced with a thousand thoughts. Where could we go that would be safe? How much time did we have?As I was in the middle of packing, my phone rang once more. On the other end was Barr Lawn.“What's happening?" Barr inquired, his voice tinged with tension. "I just got information from a reliable source that your uncle has found out about the papers.”"I just received a phone call from him," I whispered, my voice low with fear. "He's making threats to hurt my daughter and my family if I don't retract the accusations.""Try to stay calm," Barr reassured me. “I have several options available. I can contact the authorities, involve the police, and arrange for protection for you and your family to ensure your safety.”"I know," I replied, glancing at my grandmother, who was now comforting my daughter. "But I don't want to escalate t
SARAH'S POV:As the first light of dawn gently filtered through the curtains, I stirred from my slumber, filled with a sense of purpose that only comes with anticipation of an important event. Today marked—the day of my long-awaited public address. With great care and intention, I selected my attire, opting for a garment that emanated poise and authority, a silent declaration of my unwavering determination to reclaim what is rightfully mine. As I stood before the mirror, examining my reflection, I not only saw the crisp lines of my outfit, but also the steely resolve gleaming in my eyes—a resolve that remained unbreakable, despite my uncle's relentless attempts to undermine it.The memories of the intense arguments I had with my uncle yesterday weighed heavily on my mind as I made preparations. Despite his relentless efforts to sway me and prevent me from delivering this public address, I remained steadfast in my decision. My father's company was more than just a business; it represen