What do you think about Bronn Martin's romantic history? Do you think there's a chance for him and Sarah to get together? Anyway, I would be a terrible writer if I made Bronn another antagonist (LOL)—so stay tuned!
Sarah The chill of the early morning air greeted us as we pulled into Highland Hills. True to my word, I had brought Amanda along and another helper named Pepper to handle my increasingly demanding workload. Amir's villa was locked up tight, but he had spare keys as the owner. Once inside, I instructed Amanda and Pepper to take some time to rest and recover from our long journey. Amir had cut short his vacation because Assistant Reynolds had an accident, and he was now in the process of finding someone new to fill that role. Amir frowned as he accompanied me toward the guest room I had temporarily provided for my friend Jane to use. "Did you let your friend stay here?" Amir remarked, his tone making it clear he was not pleased about this. "Yes," I replied. "It looks like they cleaned the villa. I have to ensure nothing's missing and they didn't tamper with the security system." I rolled my eyes at him. "I trust those people, Amir! I added a security system here in the villa if
Sarah When I entered the hospital ward, Jane was leaning against the upright bed, quietly sobbing. "Jane!" I called out, my voice tinged with worry. "S-Sarah…" She looked up and saw me, a glimmer of relief in her eyes. I approached the side of her bed so she could hug me properly. She clung to me tightly, crying softly like a child. "Why did you do that, Jane? Why did you try to cut your wrist?" I couldn't help but ask. She answered in a frail voice with only the two of us in the room. "It's a ploy, Sarah… I made sure I wouldn't die." "What?" Confusion furrowed my brow as I studied the bandage on her hand, noticing the cut was far from her wrist. "What the hell, Jane! What you did was incredibly dangerous!" She continued weeping as she told her story. "I know! But what can I do? I can no longer take it! I have to ensure I won't marry Mr. Olsen!" "Does anyone know?" Shaking her head, she replied, "If you're wondering if Brother Philip knows, I only told you… Oh Sarah, if you co
Philip As I sat on the hotel's third floor, engaged in a meeting and enjoying a cup of coffee, my attention was drawn to Sarah and Jane, visible through the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows. Positioned in the open-air restaurant nestled within the garden below, I had a clear line of sight of my ex-wife. Moments later, Bronn Martin appeared, clutching a bouquet. Witnessing Sarah accept the floral gesture with evident delight, I couldn't help but clench my jaw. "President Cornell?" The private investigator I had hired pulled me from my reverie. "Boss?" echoed Alex, detecting my distraction. Snapping back to attention, I turned to face them. "My apologies. What were you saying?" Clearing his throat, the investigator continued, "Here are the files you requested. According to my sources, Madam Cornell and Dr. Smith have known each other for over two decades. They hail from the same hometown." I reached out and accepted the thick envelope containing the compiled information. "And
Sarah "Hi, Ms. Mitchell!" the woman greeted me, her voice tinged with relief and a hint of embarrassment. She was a brunette with intelligent hazel eyes, probably older than me by a couple of years, dressed in a crisp navy blazer and matching pencil skirt. "I'm really sorry. Here's your identification," she added, handing me the sleek, laminated card. "Thank God! You're here!" I approached her and introduced myself. "I'm Sarah Mitchell. Just call me Sarah." "Emily!" We shook hands. I should have waited for you in the lobby to prevent any problems. I'm genuinely sorry for the inconvenience." We entered the building together. The three receptionists stood at their posts, avoiding eye contact with Mr. Johnson. The president glanced at me while the three widened their eyes, clearly terrified. "President Johnson," I said with a frown as I approached. "Ms. Mitchell!" "President Johnson, I believe it's time to reconsider your staffing choices in this lobby," I stated. "M-Ms. Mitchell
Sarah "Let's go inside," I urged Josh. Josh's jaw clenched, the muscles tightening under his tanned skin. His eyes, usually a warm hazel, now darkened with a mix of anger, frustration, and something deeper and more complex. Despite his agitation, I didn't feel threatened. There was an odd sense of safety in his presence, contradicting how he appeared. After a moment's hesitation, he unclenched his hands and followed me in. "Everything alright, Sarah?" Jane asked. "Hi, Josh!" I guided him through the spacious living room to the dining area. I placed the water before him, hoping the cool drink would help calm his nerves. He needed to relax. "Talk!" he demanded. "Ms. Sarah, is everything okay here?" the guard asked, still uneasy with Josh after seeing him shout at me earlier. "No problem at all. Please wait outside. We need to discuss something privately," I requested of the guard, assuring him I was safe. The man complied. "I'll be just outside." I looked back at Jos
Philip Sitting beside a mahogany-framed square window, I gazed out at the vast expanse of the Caribbean Sea. The water, a mesmerizing blend of azure and turquoise, stretched to the horizon, its gentle waves kissing the pristine white sands of St. Barts. This tranquil paradise starkly contrasted with the tumultuous thoughts swirling in my mind. I kept asking myself if what I was about to do was right. Would I be cast as the black sheep, the ungrateful son who turned against his mother? But then I remembered how she always tried to control things, didn't seem to care about anyone's feelings, and only cared about being powerful. It felt like I was just a pawn to my parents. After finalizing my thoughts, I exhaled heavily and reviewed the long article again. Then, I picked up the phone and called Bronn. He answered immediately. "President Cornell, what a surprise!" I got straight to the point. "I heard you were looking for investors for your LoveLogic game app. I'd like to get involv
Sarah The darkness enveloped me, and I didn't know how long I was unconscious. When I finally woke up, I found myself in my bedroom. The first thing I saw was Josh, concentrating as he checked my pulse. Around him were worried faces: Amanda and Pepper, looking tense; and Jane, with tear-streaked cheeks. Even the usually stoic guards looked uneasy. "Are you alright, Sarah?" Jane asked with concern. "Ms. Sarah, you finally regained consciousness!" Amanda exclaimed. "We were all so worried," Pepper muttered. I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy, and my mind was still spinning from the panic attack that had knocked me out. "Yeah… I'm sorry for worrying you..." I murmured. "Mr. Benner called your phone while you were unconscious," she said, glancing nervously between me and the others. "We didn't answer, so we wouldn't say anything that might worry him," Jane informed me. Jane had some idea about my true relationship with the Benners, especially since Amanda and Pepp
Sarah My expression darkened as the vehicle past the woman outside Serenity Pines, my mind preoccupied with the urge to splurge. It had been too long since I treated myself, and with upcoming business engagements and travel plans, I knew I needed to indulge. Before long, we reached Eternal Elegance’s boutique. In the grand lobby, we were met with a scene straight out of a magazine. Socialites filled the space, lounging on luxurious couches, and flipping through glossy brochures with care. The air was rich with the scent of pricey perfumes and the soft murmurs of the well-to-do. Amidst them, I spotted Rebecca with Megan. "Goodness gracious!" Jane muttered as she caught sight of the venomous duo. "Four o’clock..." she murmured. As the two approached us, Rebecca's disdain was palpable. "Well, well… Can you believe it, Megan? They let trash in here now," she sneered, a smirk playing on her lips. "Really? Funny you mention that, considering you're the one I see," Jane retorted. Rebe