Bronn Emily and I were tense as the car made its way to her apartment. My chest churned with anticipation and resentment. Sarah's words from earlier echoed in my mind, reminding me that I had no right to question Emily's decisions. Given our complicated past, doing so would be selfish and hypocritical. When the car stopped in front of an apartment, I gave Robert an order. "Please leave me and Emily alone," I said firmly. "Certainly, Mr. Martin," Robert replied with a nod, his professional demeanor unwavering as he smoothly exited the vehicle, leaving Emily and me alone in the suddenly claustrophobic backseat. Emily's voice, tinged with nervousness, broke the silence. "What are your plans, Mr. Martin?" I inhaled deeply, the scent of her familiar perfume—a delicate mix of jasmine and vanilla—momentarily distracting me. "I just want to understand why you got pregnant," I began. "When we met at the hospital, why did you let me believe you and Ethan were together?" Emily's fist clen
Sarah For several months now, I've been residing at Serenity Pines Estate. Standing before the full-length mirror inside the wardrobe, I observe my growing belly. At 24 weeks pregnant, my belly is a prominent dome, growing more pronounced daily. I noticed Philip leaning casually against the door, a soft smile playing on his lips, making me feel cherished. "So sexy!" he exclaimed. I can't help but pout, my insecurities bubbling to the surface. "You don't find me ugly?" I asked curiously. "Not at all," he assured me, crossing the room with long strides. His strong arms encircled me from behind, placing a tender kiss on my temple. "You are more beautiful than ever," he muttered. His words tickled my heart, spreading warmth through my chest. But there's a playful glint in his eye as he added, "What if I did find you unattractive?" "Nothing… I've experienced worse. It's nothing if you find me unattractive." The thought hurt, bringing back memories of past rejections and insecurities
Sarah "What happened?" I asked Alex. My heart pounded in my chest, and I tasted the salt of my tears as they streamed down my face. Alex placed a comforting hand on my shoulder before continuing, sending a shock through my very core. "Madam Cornell," he began, his voice low and somber, "she... she took her own life in prison this afternoon." A gasp escaped my lips as my hand flew to my mouth. My mind went blank. "W-what?" I stammered, my mouth agape. "That's why, Madam Sarah… Please… the Boss needs you now more than ever." A thousand questions raced through my mind for Alex, many things to say, but I chose to keep them to myself. Taking a deep, shaky breath, I steeled myself and entered the imposing building. Inside, I found Philip. In his hand was a crystal tumbler, half-filled with his favorite 30-year-old scotch. The amber liquid cast a warm glow, starkly contrasting the cold tension that filled the room. "Philip, I was also shocked that Josh did that to me. Please, you ha
Philip The streetlights blurred as I stared out the car window, my mind a whirlwind of emotions on the way back to Serenity Pines. I had just come from the police station, where I met my father, who had a grim look throughout the process. My mother died in prison. The news of my mother's suicide in prison hit me like a physical blow. Even though she had become a bad person, Madam Cornell was still my mother. It pained me to think she had managed to hurt Sarah. Dad had taken on the grim responsibility of identifying and claiming Mom's body. My mind was in chaos as the car approached Serenity Pines. It must have been around one in the morning, and Sarah was probably curled on the bed. I checked my phone and saw a message from her, which had been sent hours ago. Sarah: Is everything alright, Philip? My throat tightened. No, nothing was alright. I decided to tell Sarah the truth in person, so I didn't respond to her message. Besides, she was likely asleep by now. I got out of the
"Did you ever, even once, imagine yourself loving me?" Sarah inquired, her voice laced with hope as she gazed into Philip's unyielding countenance. "Don't make me laugh, Sarah. Everything between us has been purely about pleasure and business." With a heavy heart, she affixed her signature to the divorce papers, clinging to a glimmer of hope that one day, she would find a man who would adore and worship her worthiness. *** Sarah On a quiet night at Serenity Pines Estate, where I've made my home for three years, the door's 'click' announced my husband's arrival—Philip Cornell, who's competing for the presidency of Luminary Productions, an entertainment company. Rising from the sofa, my customary perch, where I often waited for his return, I glanced at the wall clock; its hands whispered the lateness of the hour—already one in the morning. The heavy wooden door swung open, revealing Philip's unsteady form. A waft of alcohol preceded him, mingling with the stillness of the night
Sarah To calm down, I avoid dwelling too much on what I just heard—about Megan's return. After I attempted to refocus on the housework, a couple of hours later, Mrs. Thompson's daughter passed by, accompanied by three children who dashed across the tiled floor, leaving traces of dirt on the couch. After a brief snack, they all departed. A glance at the clock revealed it was already two o'clock. The ladies concluded their game, leaving behind a trail of orange peels, biscuit wrappers, and used cups—a mess they appeared unbothered by leaving behind. Exiting Serenity Pines Estate one by one, my mother-in-law turned to me, leaving a reminder, "Oh, by the way, Philip asked me to remind you about tonight's dinner at the Heritage Harvest Hotel. Don't forget!" With that final message, she turned away and approached the waiting black Mercedes-Benz S-Class, where a driver stood by. A spark of excitement ignited within me. Today marks my anniversary with Philip, and I couldn't shake
Philip "I handed you the job! We poured millions into this movie, only to discover the audience isn't pleased with the story's flow. And now there's negative feedback because the lead actress is embroiled in scandals!" My father's voice echoed in his expansive office. "Do something!" he bellowed, hurling papers at me that had been neatly arranged on his broad desk moments before. Clenching my fist, I exited his office. Crisis after crisis plagued Luminary Productions, and yet, as CEO, my father dumped it all on me. This was the norm in the office between me and my father. Despite orchestrating the issues himself, he still pointed the finger at me, the designated heir apparent as president of production. According to him, it was my responsibility to foresee these challenges! But when would he finally confer the position upon me? I had been his protégé for two years now, and there seemed no end in sight. I practically lived at work, bending over backwards to cater to his every whi
Sarah Philip's grasp on my arms was ferocious, each finger a vice, as if he were a stranger lost in the depths of his own darkness. It was as though he couldn't recognize me anymore. Under the weight of his anger, my bones felt fragile, on the brink of breaking, and I couldn't fathom what thoughts raced through his mind—a familiar uncertainty that haunted our interactions. With each step down the broad staircase, his chest heaved with fury. "Philip, please, calm down! I-I didn't do anything!" I pleaded, tears streaming down my cheeks, matching the torrential rain outside that also mirrored his rage. As he escorted me out of Serenity Pines Estate, the cold enveloped me, matching the chill in his demeanor. Every drop of rain felt like it seeped into my very being, amplifying my distress. I struggled to comprehend what was happening, still reeling from whatever substance the abductors had forced upon me. My eyes felt as clouded as my mind. "No, Philip!" I begged desperately, cling