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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
Philip The GPS guided me to Sarah’s current location. A knot of dread formed in my gut as I twisted the throttle, pushing my motorcycle to dangerous speeds through the city streets. I had to reach her before Mariano's team. The sleek white van stayed behind, mimicking my vehicle's movements like a sinister shadow. Shit! Determined to catch up with Sarah's vehicle, I took a shortcut through a narrow alleyway. My motorcycle's tires screeched loudly as I abruptly stopped in the middle of the road, following my instincts while fear coursed through my veins. I anxiously waited for Sarah's approaching vehicle, and despite wearing my helmet, I could distinctly see her eyes widen in surprise as she rolled to a stop mere feet away from me, our vehicles separated by a hairbreadth. The driver's side window shattered in a spray of deadly glass shards. After making sure the bullet hit the driver, I got back on the motorcycle and sped off again before Sarah could recognize me. At least the van w
Sarah I was momentarily stunned into silence by the announcement of my unexpected visitors: Amir, Grandpa Mitchell, and a few helpers in the dining area were all staring at me. Seeing Philip's face was the last thing I wanted at that moment. He had lied to me and hurt me deeply! My friend Jakob warned me about him; letting Philip back into my life would only worsen things. He wasn't one to grant second chances at love, either. "What is that moron doing here?" Amir's accusatory tone cut through the air, aimed squarely at me. I grasped that he meant Philip. As much as I inwardly wondered the same thing, I replied, "I don't know." A troubling suspicion surfaced: could Philip have stumbled upon hints about my true identity and was now feigning ignorance, using it as a tactic to win me over again? Grandpa Mitchell's eyes narrowed in disapproval. "Ha! So your wretched ex-husband dares to come all the way here uninvited... You know better than to entertain his foolishness, Sarah. I exp
Sarah My bedroom remained cloaked in shadows, the darkness enveloping me like a comforting embrace as I sought solace within its confines—with only a faint light shining in from outside. I came here briefly to release the tears I've been holding back. Philip's words kept replaying in my mind: he never loved me, not in the past, not now. The realization cut deeper than any blade, even though a part of me already knew the truth. Yet I felt his heartbreak, which only added to my confusion. I felt so foolish! It felt like a second stabbing as if the initial wound had been reopened and salt poured mercilessly into the raw, exposed flesh. I couldn't breathe, my chest tightened, and my vision blurred from the pain. Nevertheless, I had to pull myself together, return to my original plans, and ensure Madam Cornell suffered! "Miss, are you alright?" Amanda asked worriedly as darkness engulfed me again. "I'm fine..." It's expected to be hurt again, right? This is my fault. I let myself