Todos os capítulos de REJECTED BILLIONAIRE'S HEIRESS: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

SARAH'S POV:I was completely caught off guard. I couldn't believe how Joe managed to locate me. My mind was suddenly filled with a whirlwind of questions as I struggled to understand how this situation had come to be.The room was engulfed in the deafening sound of gunfire, causing a sharp, acrid smell of gunpowder that stung my nostrils and filled the air. The rapid fire echoed off the walls, creating a disorienting cacophony that reverberated through the entire space. Each shot produced a blinding flash, momentarily illuminating the tense faces of those caught in the crossfire. The acrid smell of gunpowder intensified, mixing with the metallic tang of fear, creating an overwhelming sensory experience. In the midst of the chaos, a figure emerged from the smoke and dust - it was the pursuer from the hospital, unmistakable in the flickering light. It was clear to me now that this was a carefully orchestrated attack, and we were the intended targets.As the battle raged on, we fought

SARAH'S POV:"But how?" I asked Paul, my voice heavy with weariness and defeat. When Paul reassured me that this was not the end and that another solution would emerge, a glimmer of hope ignited within me. "Jennie has the legal guardianship. I can't contest that." I added."We have to find a way to fight this. There has to be a way to gain more access to Mark," Paul urged passionately, his determination etched on his face.As Paul voiced his determination, my mind raced, trying to process the weight of his words. We were sitting in the brightly lit hospital corridor, its sterile scent mingling with the tension in the air, leaving me feeling unsettled. I looked over at Paul, his jaw locked in determination, his eyes reflecting a steely resolve that hinted at the lengths he was willing to go to for Mark."What do you mean, Paul?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper as I struggled to process the gravity of the situation. "How can we fight this? Mark's life is at stake.""We'll find a w

MARK'S POV: As I regained consciousness, I found myself in a place that was completely unfamiliar. The air was filled with the clinical scent of antiseptic, and the sound of medical equipment beeping seemed to reverberate throughout the room. When I attempted to shift position, I realized that my body felt incredibly heavy and uncooperative. A rush of fear gripped me as I realized that I was connected to various machines that were meticulously monitoring every single breath I took. It was then that I became aware that I was lying on the bed. I suddenly felt the presence of someone I didn't recognize standing beside me. "Mr. Mark, you're awake. Just stay calm. You've been through a lot," she said softly. “Where... am I?" I managed to croak out, my throat dry and scratchy. "You've been in a coma for three months. You had a severe reaction to a medication, but you're going to be okay now." She gently explained. "A coma! Three whole months!” My response was filled with surprise I l

SARAH'S POV:As I paced back and forth in my room, the only sound was the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. The silvery moon outside cast long, eerie shadows through the partially drawn curtains. My mind was in turmoil, the truth I had long sought had finally emerged. I now knew who was responsible for the deaths of my parents. Emotions surged within me, a potent combination of sorrow and rage causing my heart to pound relentlessly in my chest. I grappled with these revelations, I found myself standing at the edge of a precipice, contemplating the path to retribution. As I advanced along the rugged path, the looming obstacles seemed increasingly perilous, but the significance of the journey had never felt more profound. The task of regaining control of my father's company had evolved beyond a mere mission; it had transformed into a personal crusade of utmost importance.Hours passed as I deliberated, running through several plans, each more drastic than the last. Yet, with ev

SARAH'S POV:As I approached the door where Mark was waiting, I paused for a moment, preparing myself for the difficult conversation ahead. I needed to find the right words to warn him about Jennie's devious scheme and urge him to be careful.Earlier, Paul had phoned me to update me on his progress recovering from unconsciousness. Despite his call, I declined his invitation to visit him so I could rush over to see Mark instead.I opened the door, and in that moment, my heart skipped a beat. There he waa, gazing at me with a familiar look in his eyes. "Sarah," he called out softly. He appeared just as I remembered, yet there was a newfound strength in his demeanor. Our eyes locked, and in that silent exchange, it felt as if a myriad of unspoken emotions lingered in the air between us.My heart jumped into my throat, as I greeted him, "Hi, Mark," I said with a soft voice that felt like a soothing balm to my aching heart."Hi, Sarah," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thank