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
The Paris Fashion Week loomed on the horizon, and the tension at the Blake Group was palpable.Elise, the lead designer with an icy demeanor and an obvious disdain for Sarah, had her designs chosen as the company’s submission.It was a major milestone for the jewelry division, one that carried the weight of Alexander’s ambitions to reclaim his CEO title.The entire office buzzed with preparations, and Sarah, despite her lower position, found herself drawn into the flurry of activity.As the day ended, Sarah wrapped up her tasks, her mind preoccupied with the secret she had been guarding so carefully.The pieces for her Mountain Rose collection were ready, and Margaret had assured her that the Paris Fashion Week stage would give her brand the visibility it needed. Yet, guilt pressed heavily on her chest.She hadn’t told Alexander about her designs, or her mentor. As much as she wanted to trust him, the fear of jeopardizing his plans for the Blake Group held her back.That evening, as t
The moment Sarah and Alexander stepped toward the entrance of their estate, the flashes of cameras and the shouts of journalists bombarded them.Reporters lined up outside their gates, their microphones raised, throwing out scandalous questions."Mr. Blake! How do you feel about your wife being seen with Sebastian Hargrove in a private lodge?""Mrs. Blake, is there trouble in your marriage?""Sebastian Hargrove was always a playboy, do you regret marrying Alexander?"Alexander’s hand on Sarah’s waist tightened, his expression darkening into a lethal glare.His jaw ticked as he stepped forward, shielding Sarah from the mob of cameras and questions."Back the hell off," he snapped, his voice cold and sharp enough to cut through the chaos.The reporters quieted slightly, some even taking a hesitant step back, but the braver ones continued."Are you divorcing your wife, Mr. Blake?""Is it true Sebastian Hargrove has always had feelings for her?"Alexander didn’t say another word, but the
Alexander gave her a solemn nod, like he was delivering the worst possible news. "Ugly, Sarah. Hideous. The absolute worst pairing I've ever seen. I mean, I looked at these pictures for a while, trying to make sense of them, but the moment I imagined you and Seb together?" He shook his head dramatically. "No. Just no."Sarah stared at him, dumbfounded. "So, you're not upset that people think I’m cheating? You're upset because you think Seb is ugly?""Exactly," Alexander said, looking almost pained as he folded the newspaper and tossed it onto the nightstand. "I mean, come on, Sarah. You and him? In what world does that pairing make sense?"Sarah opened her mouth, then closed it, struggling to keep up with his nonsense. "Okay, let me get this straight. You don’t care about the scandal?""Not really," Alexander shrugged. "We both know it’s fake, and I trust you. But I do care about the visual offense of you being paired with someone like him in the media. It’s disgraceful, really."Sara
As Victoria and Cecilia were standing outside the lounge, exchanging a few final words before parting ways, a movement caught their attention.Victoria’s gaze sharpened as she nudged Cecilia’s arm. “Look.”Cecilia turned, following Victoria’s line of sight, and immediately stiffened.Across the corridor, past the velvet ropes of the private suites, Sarah was walking alongside Sebastian.They moved quickly, almost too casually, as if they didn’t want to be noticed.Seb placed a hand on the small of Sarah’s back as he guided her up the stairs, leading her toward one of the secluded lodge rooms on the upper floor.A slow smirk spread across Victoria’s lips. “Well, well… what do we have here?”Cecilia quickly reached into her bag, pulling out her phone. “This could be gold,” she whispered as she began snapping pictures of Sarah and Seb disappearing into the private room.Victoria chuckled under her breath. “So the great Sarah Blake, the oh so loyal wife of Alexander, is sneaking off with
Two weeks remained until the highly anticipated Mountain Rose showroom event, and the city was already buzzing with excitement.High profile guests from the fashion and jewelry industries were flying in, hotels were being booked to full capacity, and exclusive invitations had become the most sought after asset in elite circles.The showroom wasn’t just a display of jewelry, it was a power move, a declaration of dominance in an industry where prestige meant everything.Sarah had been meticulously overseeing every detail.The venue, the lighting, the security, the guest list, nothing was left to chance.Raven handled the press, making sure the right amount of mystery and exclusivity surrounded the event, increasing the allure.The Mountain Rose brand was no longer just a rising name in jewelry, it had become a phenomenon.Meanwhile, in the shadows of Sarah’s success, Victoria had finally emerged from the isolation she had locked herself in after that fateful night.The once proud and un
A desperate woman clinging to the last shreds of relevance.“So she’s running from her problems, drowning in drugs and strangers,” Sarah mused. “Pathetic.”“You almost sound disappointed,” Raven teased, arching a brow.Sarah tilted her head, a ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. “Not disappointed, just… unimpressed. I expected more of a struggle. Maybe an attempt to claw her way back into society.”Raven shrugged. “She knows there’s no coming back from this, Sarah. The elites aren’t stupid. They can smell desperation from miles away. The second she lost Alexander and her reputation, she became nothing more than a liability.”Sarah hummed in agreement, flipping through the documents on her desk. “Well, I hope she enjoys what little freedom she has left.”Raven leaned forward. “So, what now? Do we just watch her continue to self destruct?”Sarah chuckled softly. “No, I don’t believe in leaving loose ends. Let her drown a little longer, and when the time is right…” She met Raven’s gaze
Victoria had always been the life of the party.The woman who strutted through elite gatherings with an air of untouchable arrogance, the socialite who thrived on attention, and the one who always had something to say. But now… now she was a ghost in her own home.For weeks, she remained locked inside her room.The curtains drawn, the lights dim, and silence suffocating the once lively space.She ignored calls, avoided meals, and refused to step foot outside.Eleanor Caldwell, her mother, had noticed. Of course, she had. It was impossible not to when the daughter she had so carefully molded into the perfect image of power and prestige had suddenly become… nothing.At first, Eleanor thought it was just another one of Victoria’s temper tantrums, some dramatic sulking over a petty loss. Perhaps another socialite had outshined her at an event, or maybe one of her flings had dared to ignore her. But when days turned into weeks, concern began to creep in.She knocked on Victoria’s door one
Cecilia and Victoria stepped out of the hotel lobby, their faces pale and their expressions unreadable, though their downcast eyes spoke volumes.The weight of what had happened sat heavy on their shoulders, pressing down with an unbearable force.Dressed in fresh clothes but unable to shake the feeling of filth clinging to their skin, they walked stiffly toward the waiting car that had been arranged for them.The driver didn't say a word as he opened the door, his gaze respectfully lowered.They slid inside without protest, without their usual air of entitlement, just silent, defeated figures fading into the morning light.Across the street, Sarah sat in her sleek black car, one hand lazily resting on the steering wheel as she watched them leave through the tinted windows.Her lips curled slightly, but there was no mirth in the gesture, just quiet satisfaction.They had spent months thinking they were untouchable, tormenting her at every turn. Now, the scales had finally begun to tip
Seb grabbed her face again, leaning in until his lips almost brushed against her ear. “I would. And I already did.”Tears filled Cecilia’s eyes as she turned to the only person she could beg for mercy. “Seb, please… please, don’t do this…”Seb stood up, adjusting his suit. He looked down at them with pure, unfiltered disgust. “You never had mercy for Sarah. Why should I have mercy for you?”With that, he turned his back on them, walking toward the door.As he left, his final words rang in their ears:“Consider this the price for your greed.”The door shut behind him, and the last thing Victoria and Cecilia saw was the men closing in around them.Their screams never left the room.They both threw in their names in desperation, their voices shaking as they tried to assert their importance.“I’m Cecilia Hastings,” she declared, lifting her chin despite the fear creeping into her bones. “Bethrothed to Alexander Blake.”“And I am Victoria Caldwell,” Victoria added hastily. “Alexander’s sis
Seb leaned back in his chair, his smirk growing as he watched Victoria and Cecilia exchange wary glances.He knew they didn’t trust him, and that was fine. He didn’t need them to trust him, he needed them desperate enough to take the bait.He pulled out his phone, sending a quick message. Within minutes, the penthouse doors swung open, and a few more of his “friends” walked in, two well dressed men from affluent families and a woman draped in a glittering dress that barely covered her skin.They greeted Seb casually, as if this were just another wild night in the world of the elite.Seb clapped his hands together, turning back to Victoria and Cecilia. “Now that we’re all here, why don’t we have some fun?”Victoria arched a brow. “Is this a party or a negotiation?”Seb laughed. “Why not both?”The drinks flowed freely. Seb made sure of that. He never let their glasses stay empty for long.At first, Cecilia was hesitant, eyeing him with suspicion, but Victoria? She embraced the game, en