Do you also think Mariano is one of Sarah's family members?
Philip Ethan's brow furrowed as he contemplated our conversation. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice laced with confusion. "But I always thought you had already met Mariano." "That's what I thought, too, Ethan. But now, I'm not so sure. I'm Luminary Productions' President, and the man I've always met is probably an actor hired by the real Mariano. Everyone thinks I've met the real him, but I'm starting to doubt if that person was real either." An image of Mariano flashed in my mind—a distinguished man in a business suit, always with a cigar between his fingers. The scent of expensive tobacco seemed to linger in my memory. I'm genuinely confused, or perhaps the real Mariano has been manipulating my understanding. "Now that I think about what you said, you met Mariano during your first marriage with Sarah. There's a possibility he was keeping a close eye on you because of Sarah," Ethan commented. I nodded slowly, pieces starting to fall into place. "And Madam Olsen, I
Philip The battle between Josh and me will take place in the middle of the sea, two kilometers from the island's shore. It's called a Viper Turf War. The battleground is an engineering marvel—a square platform made of thick hydro foam, built to float and move with the ocean's waves. It's anchored to the seabed and operated by a high-tech remote system, but its real challenge comes from the relentless strength of the waves. Crates line the sides, containing either weapons or nothing at all. I know Mariano is sick! And the money he'd earn from this battle is no small amount. Maybe it’s foolish, or maybe I’m just determined, but I’ll do this to escape this mess, just like Josh! It’s just a bonus that I want to hurt him for the stolen kiss he gave my wife. Now, I'm even more suspicious that Mariano is doing this because of Sarah. That man wants to see me dead! The time is thirty minutes to seven in the evening. Besides the waves, the approaching darkness would make an already dangero
Philip Josh saw an opening and swung his legs upward, crossing them over my neck in a desperate attempt to break free. Suddenly, the ten-minute signal blared—it was time to find the hidden knife. My fists were already bloody, but I had to act quickly. With a powerful thrust of his legs, Josh flipped me over, and we tumbled across the foam surface. The battleground shifted violently as a massive wave surged over us, knocking us both down. After ten minutes of relentless struggle, my internal organs screamed in pain. "Fuck you, Philip! Fuck you for hurting Sarah!" Josh shouted, pounding my body with brutal force. His words cut deep, but I had to stay focused. I knew my wrongdoings, but my wife had already forgiven me. “Your words don’t matter anymore! You’re just a pathetic fool trying to take what’s mine!” Josh crawled towards a crate on the side, struggling to open it while lying downward. Empty! I seized the opportunity and kicked his back repeatedly in desperation. He rolled a
Sarah A few hours had passed since I last spoke with Philip on the phone. Now, he returned, but unconscious and covered in blood. Panic surged through me as I followed Ethan's group to the room where my husband was being taken, but I was stopped at the door. "Sarah, trust me on this. It's better if you stay outside for now," said Ethan before closing the door. It was then that I noticed Philip's assistant, who looked at me sadly. In his hands was a paper bag, grease stains showing what was inside—just the buns I'd asked Philip to bring home. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I turned to Alex, my voice trembling and frantic, eager to get answers. "What happened, Alex? Why is my husband covered in blood? Did something happen to him? Where did Philip go?" Alex took a deep breath, visibly burdened by what he was about to say. He briefly removed his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and then looked me straight in the eye. "He's doing this for you, Madam Sarah. He did this to lea
Philip Holding Sarah close, I tried to ignore the searing pain from the knife wounds scattered across my body. Her warmth revitalized me, almost as if her presence alone could heal my injuries. I gently touched her belly, my fingers spreading out as if I could feel the new life growing inside. A pang of guilt about Josh flashed through my mind, but that's just the harsh reality of our world, the one I need to leave behind. As my fingers roamed over her skin, my wife and I seemed to be on the same wavelength. "I can't believe Josh is gone. You should have let him be, Philip," Sarah repeated, her voice tinged with sorrow. I lifted her face and kissed her passionately, pouring all my emotions into that mind-blowing, toe-curling, cum-inducing kiss she deserved. When we finally parted, Sarah looked dazed, her lips slightly swollen and her cheeks flushed. "I've already told you, haven't I? I hate it when you think about other men." Sarah frowned. "You're impossible, Philip!" I snee
"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