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Sarah pov.We finally got home. As I stepped into the house, a strange mix of familiarity and unfamiliarity washed over me.It was our old home—well, technically, Richard’s home now. But every inch of it used to be ours, every corner filled with memories I’d tried so hard to pack away. Now, though, something felt off, like stepping back into a room where everything looked the same but nothing felt right.I looked around, trying to pinpoint the changes. The walls were a different color—cool gray instead of the warm, sandy beige I had picked out together. The furniture was sleeker, more modern, and arranged in a way that made the space feel more like a showroom than a home. Small touches, too—abstract art on the walls where our wedding pictures used to hang, my flower pot, gone.It was Susan’s touch. I could tell. It was tasteful, sure, maybe even elegant, but it felt empty, devoid of any sense of belonging. A pang hit me, unexpected and sharp. I hadn’t anticipated feeling so... dis
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Sarah’s povAs I moved things around the living room, deciding which wall our old, oversized clock should go on, I noticed Richard watching me. He had this gentle smile that made me feel like I wasn’t just rearranging furniture—I was bringing a bit of warmth and color back into our lives.“Do you think the clock should go above the bookshelf?” I asked, stepping back to get a better view.He shrugged, that playful look in his eyes again. “I think you’ll know what feels right, Sarah. It’s your touch that’s making this place feel alive.”I chuckled. “Wow, you’ve become so agreeable. I don’t remember you being this flexible with decor before.”He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Maybe I wasn’t ready to see the place in a new way then. But now? Now, it’s different.”His words warmed my heart. It felt good to feel like I belonged here again, like he genuinely wanted me to make this house ours. As I adjusted a picture frame—one of us from the hike in Madrid —Richard moved behind me,
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Richard’s pov.The house felt different, brighter maybe, even with all the dust and spray paint cans scattered around. I leaned back, watching Sarah go from corner to corner, eyeing each wall with a level of focus that honestly made me smile. It was like watching her unlock some creative part of herself I hadn’t seen in years.“Okay, I think I’ll leave you two to the heavy lifting,” she said with a small grin, dusting off her hands. “I’ve got some painting to finish upstairs.”I caught her arm, meeting her eyes. “Don’t strain yourself up there. Call if you need anything moved.”She just rolled her eyes. “I’ll be fine. You two have got this.”With that, she left us, disappearing up the stairs and leaving me and Martins to face the chaos of unpacked boxes and mismatched furniture in the living room.Martins gave a low whistle. “She’s serious about making this place hers, isn’t she?”I nodded, folding my arms. “Yeah, and… I’m grateful for it.” The words slipped out, maybe a little more
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Richard’s pov.Trust Sarah to continue the restoration the next day, and I kinda feel bad, Susan really went all out turning the place into a showroom.I watched as Sarah fiddled with the arrangement on the mantel, adjusting and readjusting the same candle as if the world depended on its exact placement. “Are you decorating or trying to hypnotize it?” I asked, grinning as she shot me a look.“Oh, please,” she retorted. “Someone has to make this place look decent.” She flashed me a smirk, daring me to say more.“Decent? You wound me,” I said, clutching a hand to my chest, mock-offended. She let out a laugh, and I couldn’t help but join in. We had fallen into this easy rhythm, something that felt as new as it was familiar. The little teasing moments reminded me of the better days, but there was also something fresh here—like a spark reignited.As she turned her attention back to the living room, I could feel my heart pounding with the plan I’d set in motion for today. This was a big
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Sarah’s POV.It was early afternoon the next day when the doorbell rang. I was in the kitchen, my hands deep in a bowl of flour and water, trying to figure out Richard's mother's famous bread recipe. Cooking wasn’t exactly my strong suit, but for some reason, trying to get the house to feel like home again made me want to give it a try.I wiped my hands on a towel and headed to the door, assuming it was one of the decorators or a package delivery. But as soon as I opened it, I felt the air go stale.There stood Susan, looking immaculate and icy in a perfectly tailored coat and heels that must have cost more than an airplane. She didn’t wait for an invitation; she swept past me, heels clicking against the floor, bringing with her an attitude I hadn’t missed.“Well, isn’t this cozy,” she said, glancing around the house with a smirk. “A bit… rustic, though, don’t you think?”I raised an eyebrow, closing the door slowly behind her. “Susan,” I said, giving her a steady look, “to what do
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RICHARD POV.I pulled her close, letting her rest her head on my shoulder. “I’m not letting her ruin what we have,” I said firmly.Sarah lifted her head, her eyes meeting mine. “Neither am I. We’ve been through too much to let her—or anyone—come between us.”I kissed her forehead gently. “Exactly. This is our life now, and no one gets to dictate how we live it.”She smiled, her eyes shining with warmth. “I like the sound of that.”“Well,” she said, breaking the silence and tapping her fingers on the side of her leg, “I think this calls for a drink, don’t you?”I laughed, nodding in agreement. “Perfect idea.”We made our way into the kitchen, and I pulled out a bottle of champagne that I’d kept stashed away for a special moment. This felt like just the right time. I poured us each a glass, and as I handed hers over, I could see the sparkle in her eyes that reminded me of why I’d fallen for her in the first place.“To new beginnings,” I said, raising my glass.She raised hers too, clin
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Sarah’s PovThe morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, soft and warm. I could feel it on my face before I even opened my eyes, and for a second, I just stayed there, wrapped up in that gentle warmth. Richard’s arm was around me, and he was breathing slowly and steadily beside me. He looked so peaceful, and I almost didn’t want to wake him. But as usual, my mind started drifting.What would our life be like, years from now? Would it still feel this calm, this... simple? I turned over, my nose almost touching his. He stirred a little, one eye cracking open as if he could feel me staring.“You’re awake already?” he mumbled, his voice rough from sleep. “Barely,” I teased, brushing a bit of hair off his forehead. “Maybe I just like staring at you while you sleep.”He gave a half-grin, eyes still closed. “A bit creepy, don’t you think?”I nudged his shoulder. “You like it.”“Maybe.” He rolled onto his back, stretching his arms over his head. “So, what’s the plan today? Or are we
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Richard’s pov.The guy with the camera? Probably nothing. Or at least that’s what I kept telling Sarah, and myself too, to be honest. Maybe the guy with the camera was just some paparazzi, bored and out for a scoop, or maybe just a regular guy who thought he’d seen someone he knew. Sarah seemed rattled, though, and I couldn’t stand seeing her like that.What bothered me most wasn’t the guy himself but Sarah’s reaction. She hadn’t said much, but I could see the worry in her eyes, the way her shoulders tensed every time we passed someone on the street. I hated seeing her like that — on edge, nervous. So I tried to shake it off. Whoever the guy was, he was gone now, probably just some nosy photographer or someone who thought they’d seen a celebrity. Yeah, that was it. Simple. After all, I just announced my re-engagement to Sarah, so it was normal for the paparazzi to want to take pictures.As we got back to the apartment, Sarah went to put her things down, and I could see she was stil
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Sarah povThe morning sunlight poured in through the kitchen window, warm and bright, spilling across the table as I sipped my coffee, feeling everything that had happened begin to ease. It was finally quiet. No more threats lurking in the background, no more lies or secrets tugging us apart. Just Richard and me, sitting together in the home we’d fought to protect.I glanced over at him, watching the way he seemed so at ease, leaning back in his chair with his coffee mug in hand. There was a hint of a smile playing on his lips, a calm I hadn’t seen in him for what felt like ages. I wondered if he could see the relief in my own face, the peace that was finally settling inside me. “We did it,” he said softly, almost like he was still trying to believe it himself.I nodded, a small smile spreading across my face. “Yeah. We really did.” The words felt light, almost surreal. After everything—the fear, the betrayals, the constant looking over our shoulders—it was hard to grasp that we
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Richard pov.Facing the network had been a long time coming. Sarah and I stood outside a grand, old building where the leaders had gathered. Holding the incriminating evidence we’d collected over months, I took a deep breath. I glanced at Sarah, her eyes narrowed with determination, her chin set in that way that told me she wasn’t backing down. She’d come so far, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride mixed with the fear of what we were walking into. But this was our only shot at freedom.“Ready?” I asked though it was more for me than for her.She nodded. “More than ready.”Inside, the room was crowded with the high-ranking figures of the network. Their stares held nothing but cold, steely indifference, like they were sizing us up, wondering what two individuals thought they could do against them. But we had something they didn’t: proof, cold and solid, that could bring down every last one of them. The leader, a man with silver hair and a smug smile, eyed us with disdain.
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Sarah’s pov.The past few weeks had pushed me further than I ever thought I could go. Sitting in the dimly lit room with Richard beside me, a file of secrets splayed across the table, I felt something strange—a calm I hadn’t felt in ages. Maybe it was because, for the first time, we were moving as one. Whatever came next, we’d face it together.James hovered at the edge of the room, his presence reminding me of how far we’d come, how we’d gone from fearing him to needing his help. I still didn’t trust him fully, but in this fight, he was an essential piece. He’d been our link to the network, revealing things we’d never have known otherwise.“Here it is,” James said, pointing to a creased map on the table. “They keep their ledger, the core of their operations, here.” His finger rested on a small, out-of-the-way warehouse marked on the map.Richard leaned over, studying it with narrowed eyes. “So all their dirty dealings, the whole network’s transactions… it’s all stored in this one
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Richard pov.The anger hit me fast, followed by a wave of regret. “I should have known,” I muttered, my jaw clenching as I dropped the paper onto the table. “I should’ve seen this coming.”Sarah stepped closer, her hand resting on my arm. “Richard, you couldn’t have known. You trusted him because… well, because he was family to you.”“Family,” I echoed, the word tasting bitter. “Some family he turned out to be. He was there through everything, and now… now he’s part of this mess, trying to tear us down.”I turned away, trying to calm myself. This betrayal cut deep. But standing there, feeling Sarah’s gaze on my back, I felt something else—something that was stronger than anger or regret. Trust. She’d trusted me enough to tell me, to show me this evidence, even when it could have blown up in both our faces.“Sarah,” I said, my voice low, turning back to her. “Thank you. For telling me.”She looked surprised, like she hadn’t expected me to say that. “I just… I knew I couldn’t keep it f
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Sarah’s Pov.I sat at the edge of the couch, staring at the news report on TV, my heart sinking as Richard’s face flashed across the screen. The scandal was everywhere—headlines blaring accusations, journalists picking apart every move Richard had ever made. They were talking about him as if he were some kind of villain as if he were guilty without question. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from the screen, even though every word felt like a punch to the gut.The phone calls had started early. Friends, family, even reporters calling for statements. I ignored them all, feeling helpless, a pit growing in my stomach. I knew Richard hadn’t done what they were saying. But I also knew that the damage to his reputation was happening in real time, and there was nothing we could do to stop it.Richard had been gone since dawn, trying to get ahead of the chaos. He’d called a few times, each time sounding a little more exhausted, a little more defeated. He was trying to keep it together for both
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Richard's pov.I couldn’t breathe. Not because I was scared—though I was—but because everything felt like it was crashing down all at once. The phone call came in the middle of the morning when everything should’ve been calm. But that was never how it worked anymore, was it? The network had found its way into my life, into everything I cared about, and now they were making their move.“Mr. Wright,” the voice on the other end of the line was cold, too cold for comfort. “We have information that suggests your business dealings aren’t as clean as you claim.”I barely heard the rest of the words. My mind was already racing, already trying to figure out who had leaked what. What had they found? What were they planning to do with it?I ended the call quickly, staring at the phone screen. My thoughts were a blur, but one thing stood out clearly: they were targeting me. My business. My reputation. It felt like everything I had built was suddenly crumbling, and I couldn’t stop it.I didn’t h
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Sarah’s pov.It is another day. I had barely gotten out of the car before Richard was already a few steps ahead, his focus fixed on the building in front of us. Martins had set this up. A “hidden ally” with insider knowledge. Someone who could help us navigate the network and, hopefully, get us out of the mess we’d found ourselves in.I couldn’t help but think about the last few days. We were making progress, but every move we made felt like we were playing a dangerous game, and I wasn’t sure how much longer we could keep this up without someone getting hurt.I glanced at Richard’s back. He was so sure of himself now, so determined. I had to admit, it was hard to ignore the fire in his eyes when he was focused. He wasn’t the same man I used to know—not the one who was always playing it safe and never got his hands dirty. But he was still my Richard, the man I’d known long before everything spiraled out of control.And yet, the more we worked together, the more I realized how little
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Richard povJames introduced us again with his usual smug look, like he was pulling all the strings here. I wanted to wipe that look off his face, but right now, we needed him, and he knew it. “This here’s Monty and Kit,” James said, nodding toward the two men across from us. “They’re… experts in keeping things quiet.” He gave a low chuckle, clearly pleased with himself.Monty leaned back, studying me with narrowed eyes. “So, you two want a way in?”As if he didn't ask Sarah the same kind of question.I nodded, keeping my voice calm. “We need information. Something we can use.”He shrugged, glancing at James. “And why should we trust you?”James shot me a look, a warning. “Because Richard’s good at keeping secrets. Isn’t that right, old friend?”“Let’s get something straight,” I said, looking him dead in the eye. “This is about staying a step ahead. Nothing more.”But even as I said it, I could feel Sarah watching me, as if she was looking for cracks in my confidence. I knew she had
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Sarah’s pov.The air in the car was thick as Richard drove us toward the meeting spot. I sat there, fiddling with the cuff of my sleeve, trying to keep my breathing steady, trying to look like I wasn’t on the edge of running. I glanced at Richard, his jaw tight, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little too hard. He caught my gaze and softened, giving me a slight smile that was supposed to be comforting. But there was nothing comforting about this. Not when we were about to walk into a room with James and a few of his “network contacts.” Just saying the word made my stomach twist. And James… Well, trusting him felt like trying to trust a snake. You just couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t bite.“So, are you ready?” Richard asked, his voice low and calm. Too calm. He knew this was a big risk—maybe even our biggest so far. “Ready as I’ll ever be,” I replied, trying to sound steady. But my mind was spinning. I knew we had no choice but to work with James. He had the connections, the
