~STORY CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT ~ Sarah Darrell always wanted a simple life. But after having an abusive childhood and teenage she came to know life is not a fairytale. Being mistreated by her stepmother and sister, she decided to leave behind her city, her home, her family. Today at the age of 22 she is a strong, independent, and confident woman She is returning to NYC again after 6 years and will be taking over her late mother's company and fulfilling her mother's last wish. Meet Adrian Parker, at the age of 26 he is the CEO of the world's leading company. He is one of the finest good-looking men in the country and unlike another billionaire, he is a one-woman man. Planning to marry Jessica and making her officially his forever was his next move. But faith has decided something else for Sarah and Adrian
View MoreSarah POVThe tension in the kitchen is thick enough to cut with a knife. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the rich aroma of butter sizzling in the pan, but none of it is enough to mask the growing unease settling over the room. Adrian takes a seat at the table without waiting for an invitation, his movements deliberate yet casual, as if trying to stake a claim on the moment. I sense Alessandro’s eyes on me, his concern pressing against my skin like a silent question. He doesn’t have to say anything—I already know he’s on high alert.I try to steady my nerves, pushing down the wave of anxiety clawing its way up my chest. This unexpected visit could be nothing more than an awkward inconvenience, a minor speed bump on the road Alessandro and I are rebuilding. Or it could be the kind of turning point that shifts the entire course of our relationship.I glance at Alessandro, searching for reassurance in the warm depths of his gaze. He gives me a small, firm nod—silent suppo
Sarah POVWe move in perfect harmony in the kitchen, our bodies falling into an effortless rhythm as we prepare breakfast together. The scent of sizzling butter and warm spices fills the air, mingling with the quiet hum of our laughter. It’s easy, natural like slipping into a well-worn routine.Alessandro reaches for the same cutting board as I do, his fingers grazing mine. The brief contact sends a spark through me, and I glance up at him, my breath hitching slightly. He notices. His lips curl into a knowing smile, and for a moment, the rest of the world fades away.“You’re distracted,” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement.I smirk, shaking my head. “You wish.”His laugh is low and warm, wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. As the food on the stove begins to sizzle, Alessandro gently nudges me with his hip, pulling me closer to him. His touch is light, almost teasing, but there’s something deeper in the way he looks at me.“Sarah,” he says, his voice dropping into a w
Sarah POVThe kitchen is bathed in warm morning light as I start gathering ingredients. I pull my hair up into a loose bun and tie Alessandro’s oversized hoodie around my waist, enjoying the familiar scent of him clinging to the fabric. The smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, and I hum softly as I chop vegetables and whisk eggs. There’s something so soothing about the simplicity of this moment—about the act of creating something with my own hands for someone I care about.I heat up the pan and begin making the pancakes, savoring the familiar rhythm of cooking. The sizzle of batter hitting the hot skillet and the rich aroma of butter melting fill the room, making my stomach grumble in anticipation. I’m plating the first batch when I hear Alessandro’s footsteps approaching from down the hall.He walks into the kitchen, his hair tousled from sleep, the sleeves of his t-shirt pushed up haphazardly. A sleepy smile graces his lips as he rubs at his eyes. "Good morning," he says, h
Sarah POVAs we finally come together in a moment of profound intimacy, it feels like a culmination of all the effort and emotion we've invested in our relationship. The physical closeness reinforces the emotional bond we're working to strengthen. Every touch, every whispered word, and every shared breath between us feels like a silent promise an unspoken vow to continue fighting for what we have.Afterwards, as we lie together, wrapped in each other's arms, there's a sense of contentment and reassurance. The warmth of Alessandro's body against mine is comforting, a stark contrast to the emotional distance we'd felt in the past weeks. We've navigated through so much, and this moment of connection feels like a reaffirmation of our commitment to each other.Alessandro's fingers trace gentle patterns on my skin, his touch light and deliberate, as if memorizing every inch of me. The slow, rhythmic motion is calming, grounding me in the present moment. He exhales a deep breath, his lips br
Sarah POVI force a smile, pushing down the flutter of nerves in my stomach. “Hey.”He looks up, his tense expression softening slightly. He stands, offering me a small, appreciative smile before taking my hand. “Hey, Sarah. You look great.”“Thanks,” I say, squeezing his hand gently before slipping into my seat. “You do too.”We start with small talk—how our days went, the usual pleasantries. Alessandro listens attentively, but I can tell he’s distracted. His eyes dart away every now and then, his fingers tapping lightly against the table, a sure sign that something is weighing on him.Determined to break through the surface-level conversation, I take a sip of water and lean in slightly. “So,” I begin, keeping my tone light, “how’s work been lately? You seem a bit off.”His jaw tightens, and for a moment, I think he’s going to brush it off. But then he sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. “It’s been busy. You know how it is.” He pauses, then adds, “But that’s not what’s been
Sarah POVThe warm sunlight filters through the café window, casting a soft glow on the wooden table where I sit, my hands wrapped around a cup of coffee that has long since gone cold. The hum of conversations around me is nothing more than a distant murmur, drowned out by the storm of thoughts swirling in my mind. The past few days have been an emotional whirlwind, ever since my last conversation with Adrian. His words, carefully chosen and deliberately placed, have been gnawing at the edges of my resolve. Doubts, the seeds he planted, have taken root, and I have been battling to keep them from growing wild.But I refuse to let them control me.I close my eyes briefly, inhaling the familiar scent of roasted coffee beans, letting the warmth of the café ground me. I have to focus—focus on what truly matters. Alessandro. My relationship with him. I need to understand him better, to bridge the gap that has been steadily widening between us. If I let Adrian’s words cloud my judgment, I wo
Sarah POVAs I approach, I force a smile, pushing down the flutter of nerves in my stomach. “Hey.”He looks up, his tense expression softening slightly. He stands, offering me a small, appreciative smile before taking my hand. “Hey, Sarah. You look great.”“Thanks,” I say, squeezing his hand gently before slipping into my seat. “You do too.”We start with small talk how our days went, the usual pleasantries. Alessandro listens attentively, but I can tell he’s distracted. His eyes dart away every now and then, his fingers tapping lightly against the table, a sure sign that something is weighing on him.Determined to break through the surface-level conversation, I take a sip of water and lean in slightly. “So,” I begin, keeping my tone light, “how’s work been lately? You seem a bit off.”His jaw tightens, and for a moment, I think he’s going to brush it off. But then he sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. “It’s been busy. You know how it is.” He pauses, then adds, “But that’s n
Sarah POVThe warm sunlight filters through the café window, casting a soft glow on the wooden table where I sit, my hands wrapped around a cup of coffee that has long since gone cold. The hum of conversations around me is nothing more than a distant murmur, drowned out by the storm of thoughts swirling in my mind. The past few days have been an emotional whirlwind, ever since my last conversation with Adrian. His words, carefully chosen and deliberately placed, have been gnawing at the edges of my resolve. Doubts, the seeds he planted, have taken root, and I have been battling to keep them from growing wild.But I refuse to let them control me.I close my eyes briefly, inhaling the familiar scent of roasted coffee beans, letting the warmth of the café ground me. I have to focus focus on what truly matters. Alessandro. My relationship with him. I need to understand him better, to bridge the gap that has been steadily widening between us. If I let Adrian’s words cloud my judgment, I wo
Adrian POVI spend the rest of the evening attempting to drown out my thoughts with work and errands, but it’s futile. No matter what I do, my mind keeps circling back to Sarah. The way her brows furrowed when I spoke, the flicker of doubt in her eyes when I mentioned Alessandro—it replays in my head like a scene on repeat, and I wonder if she’s feeling the same way. Conflicted. Uncertain. Questioning everything she thought she knew.Later that night, just as I settle into bed, my phone vibrates against the nightstand. I reach for it, my pulse quickening when I see her name flashing on the screen.Message from Sarah:Hi Adrian, thanks for reaching out. I appreciate it. Maybe we could grab that coffee sometime this week? I could use a friend right now. I'll let you know when I'm free.A slow smile forms as I read her words. This is exactly what I wanted. She’s reaching out, confiding in me—choosing me. A small thrill of satisfaction courses through me. This is only the beginning, but i
Sarah P.O.VLife isn't as simple as a fairytale; it has its lighter and darker shades. I used to believe that everything would always have a happy ending. Maybe it was because I was too naïve growing up, but I always thought my life would be like a fairy tale, or at least I hoped it would get better one day.My mom, Sophia, passed away when I was just 5, and a few years later, my father, Neil Darrell, started dating Lisa. Soon, Lisa and her daughter Chloe moved into our house. In the beginning, Lisa was kind to me, but as soon as she married my father, she began showing her true, darker side. Chloe and I were the same age, but Lisa made sure that Chloe received all the attention from both her and my dad.After a few months, I noticed how Dad started to ignore me as he got caught up in his "perfect" new family. Over time, I became just an extra, unwanted family member that no one cared about.My only happy place was with my maternal grandparents, who lived in Italy. We made sure to vis...
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