Sarah Heat exploded across my body, coursing down my chest to pool between my thighs. My pulse thundered wildly, my legs shaking as they squeezed together with an achy need for Philip. "What do you want me to do, Sarah?" Philip gently laid me on the bed before towering over me. His fingers threaded through my hair, holding me with a tender yet firm grip, as if he was determined to remain entwined with me, no matter my protests. Under different circumstances, I might have wanted him to leave me alone, but now I was wet, burning, craving him desperately. My heart yearned for his love, even if it seemed impossible. His mouth crashed onto mine with searing passion. My legs snaked around his firm backside as I responded fervently to his damning kisses. After I nearly lost my breath from the intensity, his mouth trailed down to devour the sensitive skin of my neck. I could feel the throbbing need in my core pulsating with each passing moment, my body curling with pleasure against the so
Philip Dawn had scarcely broken when a call from Father roused me. Jane and I were summoned to the mansion, and we couldn't refuse. Reluctantly, I decided to bring my sister home, even though I didn't want to leave Sarah yet. At the Cornell mansion, my father's orders must be followed. Our family discussion over breakfast revolved around one pivotal issue: Jane's arranged marriage to the Olsens. In return, they would provide substantial support for our Sci-Fi project. Mom explained that the Olsen Group would invest 1.2 billion dollars into the project. Jane felt I didn't care about her, but that couldn't be further from the truth. I asked Mom if I could speak with the Olsens to ensure our agreement was solidified in a contract. "Brother Philip, why did you agree?" Jane cried as we drove to the office. "I expected you to fight for me. Now, you're even going to talk to the Olsens to secure my situation with them?" "Jane, I'm doing this for you! You know how Dad is; his decisio
Sarah Philip pulled me into his private office and pressed me against the door, his lips crashing onto mine in a passionate kiss. His hands gripped my shoulders, holding me firmly in place. "Philip, hang on!" I protested, but he ignored me. He scooped me up effortlessly, setting me down on his grand table, my legs dangling off the edge. "Philip! Stop!" I said, pushing him away and getting off the table. I moved far from his spot. "I didn't come here for you to flirt with me. Tsk!" I hadn't even recovered from Jane asking for my help with her marriage when I was immediately faced with a new challenge from Madam Olsen. And now, here was Philip with his flirtations. "Sorry, I just couldn't help myself after seeing you. So, what brings you here?" he asked with a flirtatious tone. "I came here about Jane! Is it true that she's set to get married this weekend?" Philip sighed wearily. "Yes, the decision was rather sudden." "Why did you agree to marry her off to the Olsens? Is Madam Ol
Sarah Amir orchestrated the arrangement for Grandpa Mitchell's chauffeur to await my arrival at the bustling Dubai airport, effortlessly sparing me of any travel hassles. From Highland Hills, I had informed my family of my forthcoming visit to the stately mansion. Exhaustion enveloped me like a heavy cloak, and the yearning for sleep permeated every fiber of my being. Despite flying business class, I was utterly drained and craving sleep. The flight had been tiring, especially with my mind in such turmoil. As I stepped through the mansion's grand entrance, weary from travel, Amir's welcoming presence enveloped me. Despite the late hour, his warm greeting reassured me of being home. Amanda stood beside him, wearing a welcoming smile. "Are you alright?" Amir asked worriedly as I got out of the car. I wasn't sure if I should talk to him after he told Jessica what happened between me and Marcus. "I'm fine. Why do you ask?" Amir crossed his arms and voiced his assumption. "This tri
Sarah "Grandpa, what do you mean she's my mother's twin?" Amir asked, clearly surprised by the revelation. The furrowed lines on his brow revealed that he, too, had been utterly unaware our mother had an identical twin sibling. Grandpa Mitchell let out a weary sigh before delving into the story. "Back when my business and youth consumed me, I dedicated all my time to work, inadvertently creating a divide between my wife and me. After a misunderstanding, we agreed to separate; your mom stayed with me while Marietta went with her mother. "In those days, I maintained a connection with Marietta and continued to support her. My wife remarried, and I thought everything had settled. Little did I realize the simmering jealousy Marietta harbored toward your mom. Despite my efforts, they never seemed to get along. As time passed, both my daughters pursued their education. Your mom excelled, becoming a licensed accountant and eventually an economist like myself, which filled me with pride. "
Sarah "Miss, are you okay?" Amanda asked, her voice laced with concern as she noticed my silence while we stood together in the garden. The commotion from Dr. Morgan's incident had just subsided. I couldn't bring myself to answer her inquiry about my well-being. Reflecting on Grandpa Mitchell's wish for me to join his business, I understood his reasons. However, deep down, I knew his desire was for me to marry Bronn. I looked at the vibrant red flowers, then let my eyes drift to the setting sun, seeking solace in its fading light. "I miss my baby…" I murmured, the words escaping my lips like a sorrowful gasp. My child proves that Philip and I are not meant for each other. "I don't want people's prying eyes. I've made so many wrong decisions in my life. That's why I chose a job where I can conceal myself. But I'm questioning if I'm truly happy. Am I really content with the life I chose? Maybe Dr. Morgan is right; I am losing my grip on reality." "Oh, Miss! The feelings you're exp
Sarah I fell silent momentarily, carefully considering the mysterious person on the motorcycle. He was clad in a black leather jacket, which made me doubtful it could be Philip. My former husband would never don such rebellious attire. Philip had also never brandished a gun before. The only thing my ex-husband did was perv on me. That mysterious man's behavior is far from Philip's personality. However, when I looked more closely at the person's body shape and height, an unsettling thought crept into my mind: it could indeed be Philip. "How did you connect or think that person was Philip?" I asked Jakob. "Because of this." Jakob showed me surveillance footage of the motorcycle passing through a particular street. "That road leads to Dr. Ethan Vanderbilt's mansion. I also got a clear shot of the motorcycle's plate number, and guess what, the motorcycle is registered to Philip Cornell." My lips parted involuntarily in a small grimace of shock. "Before you think your rescuer migh
Philip [The other night] An encrypted message from Mariano blinked on my screen, summoning me to meet at the secluded Neon River location. Despite still fuming from a heated argument with Sarah during our last encounter, I knew better than to defy Mariano's call. I rearranged my entire afternoon schedule to make it happen. From Ethan's mansion, I drove to Neon River. Usually, I met with Mariano alone, without bodyguards, to maintain a low profile. Most people in Highland Hills know me, and drawing unwanted attention to Neon River could implicate me in unpleasant speculation. Mariano's jet-black Aston Martin emerged from the shadows as I approached in a sleek silhouette. His assistant approached me and demanded, "Give me your keys." I didn't get along with this lowlife; he was probably jealous of Mariano's trust in me. Initially hesitant to relinquish control of my vehicle, my gaze shifted to Mariano seated inside, casually exhaling plumes of aromatic smoke through the partiall