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
MARK'S POVThe air in the crowded room was charged with tension as I stood there, racking my brain for a solution. Sarah was within arm's reach, yet it felt like there was an impenetrable barrier between us - a barrier erected by Barr Lawn. I took a step back, keeping my eyes fixed on her, hoping to find a way to break through the wall that had been built between us. "Sarah!" I called out, my voice cracking with emotion as I desperately tried to push through the throng of people and reach her. An officer, tall and imposing, moved to block my path, his firm presence a solid barrier. "Step back, Mr. Mark," he commanded, his authoritative tone leaving no room for argument as he held out a restraining hand to stop me from getting any closer to Sarah. My heart pounded in my chest as I looked at Sarah, my eyes pleading with her to listen. "Sarah, please. Just hear me out." Her eyes, filled with a mixture of fear and confusion, locked onto mine for just a brief moment. In that instant, I
MARK'S POVHours later, I wandered the empty streets, thinking only of Sarah. Our last moments together played in my mind like a loop, and I looked for any sign that she might still care. My mistakes felt like heavy stones on my shoulders, each misstep a sharp reminder of the pain I had caused.The streetlights cast long shadows, and the silence around me felt like a loud reminder of what I'd lost. Every step echoed my regret. I remembered her smile, her laughter, and how things used to be. I wished I could turn back time and fix everything.As I walked, I thought about the things I should have said and the things I shouldn't have done. I hoped for a second chance, but the emptiness of the streets seemed to mock me. I knew I had to face the consequences of my actions, but the thought of a future without Sarah was unbearable.I couldn't help but think of the times we had shared. The tears, the dreams. I remembered the way her eyes would light up when she talked about her passions, the
SARAH'S POVAs I walked through the door, I was immediately greeted by Brenda. Her face lit up with a warm smile, and her eyes shone with curiosity as she eagerly asked, "Hey there! How did it go?"Taking a moment to gather my thoughts, I finally replied, "It went really well," feeling a sense of relief washing over me. I had dedicated weeks to preparing for the presentation, and I was immensely grateful that everything had gone off without a hitch.Brenda's entire face brightened with excitement, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "That's great news! But wait, have you checked out what's happening online?" she inquired, her voice taking on a sense of urgency.I furrowed my brow in confusion, shaking my head slightly and blinking to clear my disorientation. "No, I haven't. What's going on?”"You should really check your phone right now," she urged. Her voice was urgent and tinged with excitement.I rummaged through my bag, feeling around for my phone. Finally, I found it and unlock