Sarah felt a rush of freedom as she walked away from the car and toward the entrance of the mall.Her heels clicked on the polished floor, each step punctuating the growing sense of independence in her chest.No one knew who she was here. No one was watching her every move.She moved quickly, blending into the crowd, her brown hair tucked under a simple cap to keep her more incognito.The usual anonymity of the city felt comforting for once. But her destination wasn’t a boutique or any of the department stores that lined the shopping district.No, she had something far more important to do today. And it was a risk, but it was a necessary one.Sarah had no intention of sticking around here for long.She was already formulating her escape route in her mind as she passed by the perfume counter, the bustling food court, and the high end shops.The idea was simple, slip out of sight, use a side exit, and hail a cab.The less attention, the better.She took a few turns around corners, casua
The hum of the taxi’s engine was steady, a comforting backdrop to Sarah’s swirling thoughts.She leaned back into the slightly worn seat, the faint scent of upholstery cleaner mingling with city air wafting in through the open window.Her heart still raced with the adrenaline of her session at Margaret’s studio.The sketches had come to life in her hands, transforming from ideas into prototypes that carried the weight of her dreams.Her mind replayed every moment, Margaret’s approving nods, the way her hands worked swiftly yet delicately, and the glowing feedback she had received.For a brief moment, Sarah allowed herself to imagine the Paris Fashion Week showcase.The bright lights, the applause, the thrill of seeing her designs worn by elegant models on the runway, it felt like the culmination of everything she had worked for in secret.She could almost hear the hum of approval from an enraptured crowd.But as the taxi rolled over a bump, jolting her slightly, reality came crashing
Swallowing her rising panic, Sarah hurried back toward the mall entrance.If William wasn’t inside, then maybe he had gone looking for her outside. She pushed through the heavy glass doors, the cool air hitting her like a slap.The parking lot was still and eerily quiet compared to the mall’s bustle. William’s car was exactly where it had been, unchanged. But the sight of it now felt more ominous than reassuring.She stood there for a moment, unsure of her next move.Should she wait by the car and hope he returned?Or should she try to find a security guard and ask for help?Her hands clenched into fists as frustration bubbled up.She had always been resourceful, but this situation felt different. It wasn’t just her own safety she had to consider, it was the secrets she carried, the life she was building, and the consequences if anyone found out the truth.Sarah took a deep breath, steadying herself. If William didn’t show up soon, she would hail another taxi and head home.She could
Sarah’s breath caught in her throat as she stood at the top of the stairs, the muffled voices growing clearer.Her legs felt leaden, but curiosity and a gnawing sense of unease propelled her forward.She descended quietly, her bare feet barely making a sound on the carpeted steps.As she reached the main floor, she noticed that the voices were coming from somewhere deeper within the house, somewhere hidden.Her pulse quickened when she spotted a slightly ajar door near the back of the kitchen. A soft light spilled out from behind it, illuminating the otherwise dim hallway.Taking a deep breath, Sarah slipped through the doorway and found herself at the top of a narrow staircase leading down.The air grew cooler with each step, and the sound of voices became sharper, echoing faintly in the confined space.She descended cautiously, her hand brushing against the cool, stone walls for support.At the bottom of the stairs, she came to a heavy, reinforced door, which stood slightly ajar.Th
``Sarah stood in the center of the quiet living room, her heart pounding like a drum.She had barely made it back inside the hall, her thoughts a whirlwind of anxiety and dread.She clasped her trembling hands together, trying to steady her breathing.The events of the day had drained her, and now she was faced with the most daunting task yet, explaining her disappearance.What could she say?The truth was out of the question.Admitting she had gone to see Margaret Windsor would raise too many questions, questions she wasn’t ready to answer.And claiming she had been at the mall would crumble under the slightest scrutiny, especially since William had no doubt already reported the situation to Alexander.Her thoughts raced, trying to piece together a plausible story, but before she could settle on anything, she heard the sound of hurried footsteps approaching.Alexander.He emerged from the hallway, his face a storm of emotions, relief, anger, worry, all colliding at once.His usually
William looked at the case and the keys, his throat working as he struggled to find the right words. "Thank you," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t know what to say.""You don’t have to say anything," Alexander said, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Just keep being the dependable man I’ve always trusted. And... take a vacation, William. You’ve earned it."William nodded, the tension in his shoulders easing as he reached for the keys and the file.He hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "Sir, I only have one request.""What is it?" Alexander asked."Take care of Mrs. Blake," William said earnestly. "She’s... she’s a special woman. Don’t let anything happen to her."Alexander’s expression softened, and he nodded. "I will. You have my word."As William left the basement, the weight of guilt began to lift from Alexander’s chest.He watched his assistant go, a sense of satisfaction settling over him.He turned to the guard. "Dismiss every
Alexander lingered by the doorway after their brief conversation, his hand resting on the polished wood of the frame.His sharp gaze lingered on Sarah for a moment longer than usual, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features before he cleared his throat.“I’ll be in the study,” he said finally, his voice steady, though tinged with an undercurrent she couldn’t quite place. “There’s a lot to prepare if the jewelry division is going to make an impression at Paris Fashion Week.”Sarah stiffened at the mention of Paris Fashion Week, the weight of her secret bearing down on her again.She forced a smile, nodding as she wrapped her towel more securely around herself.“That’s exciting,” she said lightly, though her tone betrayed the anxiety bubbling under the surface. “You’ll do great, I’m sure.”Alexander quirked an eyebrow, as if he could sense the forced enthusiasm in her voice, but he didn’t comment. Instead, he nodded.“You should rest,” he added, his tone softening slightl
Inside the jewelry division, the atmosphere was a stark contrast to the tension between them.Designers bustled about with sketches and prototypes, their excitement for the Paris Fashion Week project evident.Alexander greeted a few key figures with a nod but didn’t linger for small talk, his focus laser sharp.Sarah tried to engage with the team, her natural curiosity drawing her to the intricate designs on display. But she couldn’t shake the feeling of Alexander’s eyes on her, watching her with an intensity that felt more like scrutiny than admiration.As the morning stretched on, his clipped tone and cold demeanor became harder to ignore.Every time she tried to speak with him, his responses were curt, his body language rigid.By lunchtime, Sarah couldn’t take it any longer.She found Alexander in his office, sitting behind his desk with his wheelchair parked neatly beneath it. He looked up when she entered, his gaze guarded.“We need to talk,” she said firmly, closing the door beh
Gerald’s world had flipped, literally and figuratively.The scent of leaking gasoline still clung to his shredded suit.His once polished shoes were coated in blood and gravel, and his jaw ached with every breath he took.The crash had thrown him like a ragdoll, flinging his body into a ditch after his vehicle, tires blown out from a desperate chase, had careened off the hillside road.He’d blacked out for a moment. Maybe more.But when he came to, it wasn’t mercy that greeted him.It was Darius.He’d heard the boots crunching over leaves and dirt long before the shadows finally stretched toward him.Then came the firm grip of gloved hands dragging his broken form to a clearing, rifles trained on him, and a half circle of men in black combat gear standing like a wall of death.And at the center of it all, Darius.Pristine as ever, yet colder than a winter grave.Darius stood tall, hands behind his back, his expression unreadable as he stared down at the bloodied man in front of him.G
Sarah turned slowly to Alexander, her hand still pressed to her mouth. “We’re… we’re going to have a baby.”His eyes glistened with fresh tears, shock, joy, fear, all colliding in one single breath.He reached out to cradle her face with both hands, his broken leg momentarily forgotten.A baby.A child made from chaos and pain, love and survival.“I don’t deserve this,” he whispered hoarsely. “Not after everything I’ve done. Not after I almost lost you.”“You didn’t lose me,” she whispered back. “And you won’t. Not now. Not ever.”He kissed her forehead, resting there for a long moment, his tears soaking into her hair. “I swear I’ll protect both of you. Even if I can’t walk. Even if I have to crawl to the ends of the earth, Sarah.”She laughed through her tears, arms wrapping around him tighter than ever. “Then we’ll crawl together. And when we’re ready… we’ll run.”They held each other in the stillness of that room, at the beginning of something even greater.A heartbeat they hadn’t
Sarah stayed curled in Alexander’s arms for a long moment, breathing him in like he was the only tether keeping her from floating away.His hand cradled the back of her head, his chest rising and falling in unsteady waves as if he still couldn’t believe she was real, that she was here.But then her eyes drifted down.Her gaze locked on the white sheets, crumpled and slightly lifted around his lower half.Something tugged at her memory, the shot.The sharp crack of a bullet.The sight of him falling behind her as she ran, screaming his name. Her stomach twisted.She leaned back slightly, her hand moving instinctively to the edge of the blanket, brushing against the thick padding of a cast beneath.Her voice was soft. “You were shot… I remember… I...”Alexander caught her hand gently, pressing it to his lips. “It’s okay. I’m here.”But Sarah’s heart had already begun to race again. “You were limping… and I saw… but I didn’t know it was this bad.” Her eyes darted toward the crutches now
The first thing Sarah registered was the scent of antiseptic, clean, sharp, and nauseating.Then came the ache. Deep in her bones. In her chest. In the marrow of her soul.She stirred, her fingers twitching over crisp hospital sheets as her body shifted ever so slightly, and her mind scrambled to catch up.She wasn’t tied down. She wasn’t cold anymore. She wasn’t in that dark room. That house. That… nightmare.She was safe.Or… something like it.Her eyes fluttered open slowly, lashes damp from tears she hadn’t even known she’d been crying.The ceiling was a sterile white blur. The walls hummed faintly with distant activity, soft footfalls, medical monitors, the low murmur of conversation somewhere outside the door.But none of it mattered.Because he wasn’t there.And without him, none of this felt real.Her lips parted, cracked and dry, and she tried to speak. Tried to push out the name that had lived on the edge of every prayer she'd whispered during captivity.It came out broken a
Alexander turned his head, his eyes bloodshot and glistening. “I’ll be a burden now. She’ll never say it, but I’ll see it in her eyes. Pity. Guilt. I’d rather she hate me than pity me.”“She’s not that kind of woman,” Darius said firmly.A pause. Then Alexander swallowed hard and asked the question that had been clawing at him since the moment the doctor said the word paralysis.“What if she stays… just because she thinks she owes me?”Darius’s brow furrowed. “Then you remind her what you both have been through. Remind her who the hell you are. And what you mean to each other.”Silence again.Then Alexander leaned back against the pillows and stared up at the ceiling. “Gerald got away.”Darius’s expression hardened. “Barely. One of my men put a tracker on his vehicle before he escaped. Victoria got caught in the crossfire. Gerald used her,” Darius replied coldly. “He doesn’t care who dies as long as he gets what he wants.”Alexander’s jaw clenched. “Then we’ll burn every last shadow h
The sterile beep of Alexander’s heart monitor filled the hospital room like a metronome, steady and soft. The worst had passed, so the doctors said. He had survived the bullets, the blood loss, the surgery. He had defied death.But outside the room, just as Darius turned to check on Sarah again, something in her expression shifted.Relief.That was the first thing he saw.A full bodied, all consuming relief that weakened her spine, dulled her eyes, and uncoiled every taut muscle that had kept her upright through pain, fear, and heartbreak.Then she crumpled.“Sarah...!” Darius lunged forward and caught her just before her knees slammed into the polished floor.Her body was limp in his arms, barely conscious, her breathing shallow and unsteady. Her bloodied hands slipped against his shirt as he pulled her close, his voice sharp and commanding as he yelled over his shoulder, “Get a doctor! Now!”Within seconds, nurses flooded the corridor. A gurney was wheeled over, and Darius laid her d
The woman he’d secretly crushed on since the first night he saved her bleeding and defiant.“Holy shit,” he muttered.But she was already in the driver’s seat.The moment her fingers wrapped around the wheel, she changed. Her spine straightened. Her breath slowed. The fear didn’t vanish, but it sharpened, fused into her bones like steel.And when her foot hit the gas, the tires screamed their fury into the night.The SUV became a blur under her hands.Trees melted past them. Headlights glared like ghosts. The world narrowed to instinct and motion.Sarah didn’t flinch when they nearly sideswiped a truck. She didn’t panic when the back tires fishtailed across loose gravel. She was in it.. back.Back to the part of herself she’d buried when she married into the Blake family.Back to Sparrow.“Hang on,” she said under her breath, glancing at Alexander in the mirror, his head resting in Darius’s lap as the man tried to stop the bleeding.“He’s fading,” Darius warned. “We’ve got fifteen min
The air turned electric as Darius’s boots pounded the forest floor, his rifle cradled tight against his shoulder. His men moved ahead of him like shadows, silent, fast, lethal.Their coordinated breaths were drowned out by the distant echoes of gunfire erupting from the estate.Alexander was still fighting.He was alive.But for how long?“Alpha to all units,” Darius growled into his earpiece, “entry on my mark. Hostile count is high. Primary objective, get Alexander out alive. Secondary level anyone who tries to stop us.”“Copy that,” came a chorus of calm, battle hardened voices.Behind him, the night swallowed his words.But not all of it.He turned briefly, his sharp gaze locking onto Sarah, who stood beside the black SUV Darius had arrived in. Her body trembled, her eyes red from tears, but she had not collapsed.She hadn’t fallen apart.And that, Darius admired deeply.“Can you drive?” he asked, voice hard but not unkind.Sarah blinked, startled. “What?”“If this goes south, we’
SarahShe sat on the floor, trembling hands curled around a piece of porcelain, a broken teacup she’d stashed away after a “servant” delivered tea hours ago.The sharp edge glittered in her shaking grip.She was pale.Her lips cracked from dehydration. Her dress hung off her like it didn’t belong to her anymore. Her eyes were void. Empty.As if she was no longer here.“Just one cut,” she whispered to herself. “Just one cut and I’ll see him again.”She looked up, eyes glassy, smile fragile, as if she could see someone standing in front of her already.“Alexander,” she breathed to the ghost in her mind. “I’m sorry I didn’t wait. I couldn’t. I’m just... so tired…”She raised the shard to her wrist.And a hand caught her.Real. Warm. Strong.Her eyes widened in horror and disbelief. “No…”She turned, and for a heartbeat, she didn’t believe it.But he was there.Kneeling before her.Alexander.His chest heaving from the run. Dirt on his clothes. Gun holstered at his side. Eyes red, wild, b