Sarah P.O.V
It's been four days since I signed the agreement at home. I was about to leave for the company with Grandpa that day when suddenly Grandma started feeling uneasy. We immediately called our family doctor, who examined Grandma and told us that her blood pressure had dropped, causing her discomfort. He prescribed some medication and advised her to stay in bed for the next two days. Grandpa wanted to cancel the meeting, but Grandma insisted that we proceed as planned. Therefore, I signed the papers at home and asked Grandpa to handle the meeting.
A few hours after Grandpa left for the company, Grandma began to feel a bit better. I was in the kitchen preparing soup for her when Grandpa walked back into the house. He asked about Grandma's health and later informed me that the agreement had been signed. Adrian and I will be engaged at Adrian's parents' anniversary party, which is scheduled for this week.
The rest of the week passed in a blur. I was mostly preoccupied with adjusting to the new environment and spent the last two days thoroughly researching Parker Enterprises. I learned that Adrian, at the age of 25, is now a successful young billionaire. Over the years, he has taken the company to new heights since becoming CEO, and it has gained a stellar reputation in the construction sector.
Aside from business, there is little information about his personal life in the tabloids. He has never been seen dating anyone or involved in any scandal, which is quite unusual for a billionaire.
Tonight, I will finally meet Adrian and his family at the anniversary celebration. I still don't know how Adrian feels about this merger and our impending marriage. I don't expect him to fall in love with me or to live as a typical couple, but I do hope we can handle this situation with civility.
I glanced at the time—it was almost 6 in the evening, and I needed to be at the event by 8. Grandma had ordered a dress for me and insisted that I get ready with the help of a professional, but I declined. I prefer getting ready on my own, though she made sure our maid Emma was available to assist me.
I took a quick shower and entered my vanity room to start my makeup. I concealed a few blemishes, used bronzer to add some definition to my face, and applied a light eyeshadow base with smokey winged eyeliner. I finished with mascara and opted for nude lipstick.
I then took out the dress Grandma had bought for me—a beautiful strapless evening blue gown. I put it on and admired myself in the mirror; the dress was indeed gorgeous.
"You look very beautiful, Mam," Emma said as she stood at the door.
"Thank you, Emma. Please call me Sarah," I replied politely. She nodded and began helping me style my hair since I rarely do anything creative with it. She fashioned my hair into a sleek side bun, leaving a few strands around my face.
Once my hair was done, I put on the diamond studs that belonged to my mother. I checked the time; it was already 7:50. I told Grandma and Grandpa to go ahead with the event without me, as I wasn't quite ready yet and I didn't want them to wait for me.
I put on my heels and headed downstairs to my car. The driver was already waiting and opened the door for me. I got into the car, and he started driving towards the venue. Due to traffic, it took another 30 minutes to get there. By the time I arrived at 8:30, I thanked the driver, exited the car, and headed inside the venue.
As I entered the vast hall, it was clear that most guests had already arrived. I walked down the stairs slowly, feeling the eyes of the crowd on me. Many men were ogling, while some women gave me disapproving looks.
I searched for a familiar face in the crowd and finally spotted Grandpa and Grandma talking to a few people. I made my way over to them.
"Hey, Grandpa and Grandma," I greeted them.
"Oh my goodness, Sarah, you look so gorgeous," Grandma exclaimed.
"You look lovely, sweetheart," Grandpa added while sipping his wine.
"Thank you both for this amazing dress," I said, giving them a quick hug.
A waiter offered me a drink, which I accepted, and began chatting with Grandma and some of her friends.
"Sarah, dear, please come here," Grandpa called from behind. I excused myself from Grandma's friends and followed Grandpa. He led me to where Mr. and Mrs. Parker were standing.
It had been years since I last saw them.
"James, Lauren, meet my granddaughter, Sarah Darrell," Grandpa introduced me.
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Parker! Happy Anniversary to you both," I said with a polite smile.
Mrs. Parker and my mother had been close friends. After my mother's death, Mrs Parker and her family used to visit us every weekend, but they eventually moved to London.
"Oh my, you've grown so much and look beautiful, Sarah. The last time I saw you, you were a teenager. You look just like Sophia," Mrs. Parker said, hugging me.
"Thank you, Mrs. Parker," I said, returning her hug with a tight smile.
"Oh, please call us James and Lauren. We're going to be family now," Mr. Parker said, taking a sip of his wine. I smiled at them as we continued discussing my education, life in Boston, and my business plans.
"Sarah, have you met Adrian yet? He would be thrilled to see you," Lauren asked. I realized she might not know that Adrian and I were no longer in touch.
"No, we haven't met yet," I said, and Lauren immediately began searching the crowd for Adrian, but he was nowhere to be found. They soon became busy attending to other guests, so I took the opportunity to excuse myself and went to find the restroom. After searching for a few minutes, I entered the restroom, did what I needed to, and was about to leave when I heard voices.
"I can't believe Adrian gifted you such an expensive necklace; it's almost worth millions," one girl said.
"Of course, it's expensive. Adrian always gives me the best," I recognized Jessica's voice.
"I don't understand why they want Adrian to marry that ugly fat bitch, Sarah," Jessica continued.
"Maybe she's just after his money; after all, he is one of the richest bachelors," another voice added. They continued to gossip about me for a few more minutes before finally leaving.
I sighed with relief once they were gone. It seems some people never change. I fixed my lipstick in the mirror and quickly exited the restroom.
I headed straight to the bar and asked for a drink. As I scanned the room, I felt someone's gaze on me. I looked up to see Adrian watching me intently.
He looked even more handsome in person, with his sharp jawline and stubble enhancing his attractiveness. He wore a navy blue suit, and his tall, fit form was striking.
I noticed Jessica beside him, talking animatedly, but Adrian kept his eyes on me. I turned back to the bartender and requested more wine.
While I was sipping my wine, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to find Adrian standing behind me.
"Hey, have we met before?" he asked with a polite smile.
I was about to introduce myself as Sarah Darrell, his childhood friend whom he had left behind when Mr. Parker cleared his throat over the mic.
"May I have your attention, please? I am delighted that everyone could join us for this celebration."
I saw Mrs. Parker standing beside him with a sweet smile. She noticed me standing next to Adrian and her smile widened.
"It's been almost 27 years since I married this beautiful woman, and it was one of the best decisions of my life," Mr. Parker said, holding Mrs. Parker's hand.
"We also have a very special announcement. Today, our son Adrian Parker is going to begin a new phase of his life," he continued, and Adrian excused himself, walking toward the stage.
"We wanted our son to start this new journey with someone who can handle him, or rather, tolerate him and his messy habits," Mrs Parker said, holding the mic. The crowd chuckled, and I saw Adrian standing on stage, forcing a smile as if he were being coerced.
I suppose we both find ourselves in a situation we'd rather avoid.
"Luckily, that wonderful woman who will be marrying our son is here with us today. Please welcome Miss Sarah Darrell, the heiress of Amario Enterprises."
"Sarah, could you please come on stage, dear?" Mrs. Parker called, waving her hand in my direction.
Several people turned their attention toward me. Taking a deep breath, I set down my wine and made my way to the stage.
This is it.
My new journey begins now. I walked with confidence and climbed onto the stage.
YOU CAN DO THIS, SARAH...
Adrian P.O.VI arrived at the venue, and all the arrangements for the anniversary were managed impeccably by my staff. I spotted Mom and Dad in the room, engaged in conversation with some guests. I made my way towards them."Hey Mom and Dad," I greeted, giving Dad a side hug and kissing Mom on the cheek."Hello, Son. How are you? You hardly visit us anymore," Mom said with a hint of sadness."I'm fine, Mom. I've just been busy with work. I'll definitely come and stay with you once I'm free," I replied."You did an excellent job organizing everything for today," Dad said, patting me on the shoulder."Anything for you both. I'm glad you like it," I replied, feeling pleased as I continued talking with them and mingling with other guests.Soon, I excused myself to attend to a few business associates when I noticed Jessica at the entrance. She immediately spotted me, and as our eyes met, she smiled seductively. She walked towards me in a short cocktail dress. Once she reached me, I quickly
Sarah P.O.VTaking slow steps toward the stage, I felt my heart pounding harder with each step. As I reached the stage, Lauren immediately turned towards me. "Ahh! Here comes my beautiful daughter-in-law," she said warmly, pulling me into a hug. "All the best, dear," she whispered in my ear, sensing my nervousness."Ladies and gentlemen, today my son is beginning a new phase of his life with the beautiful heiress of Amario Enterprises, Sarah Darrell," Mr. Parker announced. I stood next to Adrian, both of us wearing forced smiles."My son, Adrian, has worked very hard for the company over the past few years, and I hope that marrying Sarah will lead to even more success for them both."The rings were soon brought out, and we exchanged them. Adrian slipped the ring onto my finger with a forceful touch, making it clear he wanted to leave as soon as possible. After we exchanged rings, the crowd erupted into applause and cheers."I have one more important announcement. Since I will be leavi
Sarah P.O.VAfter a MonthI tossed restlessly in my bed; it was almost four in the morning, and I hadn't been able to sleep the whole night. Today, I would be exchanging wedding vows with Adrian, and I was extremely nervous.Time certainly flies. It has been almost a month since the wedding was announced and since I last saw Adrian at that party. I wasn't looking forward to seeing him again, but I hoped to at least meet him and clear up our misunderstandings. We might as well be friends for the sake of this marriage.Additionally, I had been so busy managing the company affairs that I hardly had any time to talk to him or meet him. Over the past few years, my father seemed to have done everything possible to ruin Amario Enterprises. I bet if Grandpa hadn't suggested the merger, the company would have gone bankrupt within a year or two. The entire month had passed in sorting out the company issues.On a brighter note, Ester had finally moved to NYC. I offered her a position in my compa
Sarah P.O.VSunrays tingled my face, pulling me out of sleep. I got up from the bed and headed straight to the bathroom. It had been three days since my wedding, and since that night, I had done my best to avoid Adrian as much as possible. I decided to move my belongings to a bedroom directly across from Adrian's. I didn't want to share the same room with him after that night, and Adrian had no objections. I still prepared his meals, but they remained untouched and often ended up in the trash.After using the bathroom, I took a relaxing shower and started getting ready for work. I chose a puffy-sleeve wrap blouse paired with a black pencil skirt. Today, I had a meeting with Parker Enterprises, and I needed to be punctual. Since taking over Amario Enterprises last month, I have fired employees who weren't performing well, including my father. I expected him to cause a scene, but he seemed to understand the gravity of the situation; the company was on the brink of bankruptcy.After a fi
We decided to take a short break, and everyone left the room to get coffee, except for me, Sarah, Noah, and Sarah's assistant, Ester. Sarah, as always, was focused on her work, discussing some papers with Ester at the far end of the room. The quiet buzz of their conversation was the only sound in the large, otherwise empty boardroom. I glanced at Noah, who was scrolling through his phone, his coffee cup untouched in front of him.The faint sound of a knock at the door broke the silence. I turned to see my secretary standing there, her expression neutral but professional. "Sir, Mr. Morgan is here to see you," she informed me."Please send him in," I replied, wondering briefly what had brought Justin here today. Moments later, Justin walked into the boardroom with his usual confident stride."Hey, Adrian! Hey, Noah!" he greeted, flashing his characteristic grin. He dropped into the chair next to Noah, but his attention quickly shifted across the room. His expression changed subtly as hi
Sarah P.O.VI excused myself and left the boardroom, heading towards the restroom to freshen up. It wasn’t even noon yet, and I already felt drained. Perhaps it was Adrian’s presence that was wearing me out—he had a knack for testing my patience. Before the presentation, he had tried to insult me by questioning my potential and skills. It was a game he seemed to enjoy, but I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of seeing me falter.Despite my efforts to avoid confrontation, I delivered the presentation with clarity and confidence. Every point was carefully structured, and I made sure to emphasize the hard work I had put into it. When I finished, I braced myself for Adrian’s critique, anticipating his sharp words or an attempt to undermine my work in front of everyone. But instead, he sat there, silent and seemingly deep in thought, his usual smirk absent. He looked almost...shocked.It amused me internally to see him taken aback; he clearly hadn’t expected this level of competenc
Sarah POVGiven my distressing situation, I expected Adrian to intervene or at least inquire about what was happening. Instead, he slammed the door shut and left us there without a word.Why had I expected him to help me? He wouldn't, Sarah. He never had and never would.I refocused on Justin before he could attack me again. My clenched fist connected with his face, and he stumbled backward, clutching his nose. His eyes blazed with a mix of shock and anger as he quickly regained his stance."What the hell, Sarah?!" he shouted, blood trickling from his nose.Without wasting a second, I pushed him again, my palm striking below his right eye. As he reeled from the blow, I delivered a sharp knee to his groin. A guttural groan escaped his lips as he collapsed to the floor, clutching his face and abdomen."If you ever pull a stunt like that again, I will file a harassment complaint against you," I warned, adjusting my disheveled clothes. My voice was steady, but inside, I was trembling. I c
Adrian P.O.VAfter seeing Sarah with Justin in the restroom, I acted as if I didn't care, but deep down, it was bothering me. Watching my wife close to another man was unsettling. When she entered my cabin to sign the papers, I couldn't hold back any longer and directly questioned her about her relationship with Justin. She confidently replied that there was nothing between them, and from the sincerity in her eyes, I could tell she was telling the truth.Despite knowing her past and the dubious nature of her character, I felt an intense attraction toward her. I had wanted to taste those lips ever since I first saw her. Without thinking further, I kissed her.At first, she tried to push me away, but eventually, she gave in. I didn't realize how quickly one kiss would lead to more. I only came to my senses when Sarah pushed me back. She immediately stood up and rushed out of my cabin. I leaned back, taking a deep breath. Although I didn't regret kissing her, it wasn't like she would eve
Sarah POVHis words settled deep within me, reassuring me in a way I hadn’t realized I needed. But there was still one more thing I had to say, a truth that needed to be voiced.“I wanted to let you know that I spoke to Adrian,” I admitted, watching his face carefully. “I told him we needed some space. I want you to know that you’re my priority, and I won’t let anything or anyone come between us.”For a moment, Alessandro didn’t say anything. His expression was unreadable, but then his shoulders dropped slightly, and he exhaled a breath he had probably been holding for too long. When he finally spoke, his voice was steady, appreciative. “Thank you for that, Sarah. I appreciate it. I’ve been worried about how much he’s been around, but I didn’t want to pressure you.”I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “I understand,” I murmured. “But you don’t need to worry. I’m committed to making this work. We’ve come too far to let anything get in the way now.”His thumb brushed over my knuckles,
Sarah POVSarah's POVAs the days passed after Adrian's unexpected visit, the tension between Alessandro and me began to ease. We had successfully navigated a difficult moment, but I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that Adrian's presence was still a looming threat to our relationship. Even when things felt light and easy between Alessandro and me, a small, anxious voice in the back of my mind kept whispering reminders of the past—of Adrian’s influence, of the confusion he stirred within me. I knew I had to confront the situation head-on, not just for Alessandro's sake, but for my own peace of mind.It was a bright, clear afternoon when I finally decided to send a message to Adrian. The sun streamed in through the curtains, casting golden patterns on the floor, but despite the warmth of the day, I felt an unmistakable chill settle in my bones. The words didn’t come easily, but I knew they were necessary.Message to Adrian:Hi Adrian, I think we must maintain some distance for a whil
Sarah POVBeside me, Alessandro shifts. His voice is calm, firm, but there’s an unmistakable edge to it. “We’ve been trying to focus on our relationship and work through things together. I appreciate your concern, but I think it’s important for us to handle this on our own.”Adrian’s gaze flicks to Alessandro, and for a moment, the air crackles with unspoken tension. Then he looks back at me. “I get it. I just didn’t realize how deep things were between you two. I guess I’m still trying to understand where I fit into all of this.”A pang of something guilt, frustration, maybe both presses against my ribs. I take a deep breath, steadying myself. “Adrian, you have to understand that I’m trying to rebuild my relationship with Alessandro. I’ve made it clear that I need to focus on that, and your presence here complicates things.”For the first time since he arrived, something in Adrian’s expression shifts. His shoulders relax just slightly, and some of the steeliness in his eyes fades. Th
Sarah 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