Se connecterWith the support of the Hanson Group, Roger’s company expanded rapidly. Andrew’s recommendations brought in expert talent from the city, solidifying their operations.Roger renamed the firm after his late mother: Pearl & Co. The brand soared to become a leader in the fashion market, with each limited collection becoming a highly coveted piece of art within mere months.Amidst the success, Sara’s workload intensified. She handled the company’s finances and was deeply involved in the launch strategy for every upcoming release.“Mason, have you booked my train ticket to the capital yet? I haven’t had a chance,” Sara said, not looking up from the stacks of documents on her desk.Mason clicked his tongue, his breath hitching in frustration. “Can’t you see that baby bump? Mr. Roger has forbidden you from attending this month’s launch.”His words made Sara freeze. She glared at him, her brow furrowed in a sharp, silent protest.“I have to ensure everything goes smoothly. This edition has bee
Sara had plenty of questions about Roger's earlier claims, but she was forced to swallow them for now.Mason entered, panting. “Sir...” He gasped, staring at the wounds covering Roger's body. “I'll take you to the clinic first.”Roger brushed off Mason’s hand as he moved to help him up. “No need. Sara already tended to my wounds.”“But—”“More importantly,” Roger interrupted, “I want to hold a meeting immediately. It's time we expanded our reach in Luvante.”Mason hesitated. “Sir... Damon's men have entered the country. For now, they won't look as far as Sorellia, but it’s still too risky for us to show our faces.”“We don't have much time.” Roger ignored Mason's concerns. “Sara and I are meeting Mr. Hanson tonight.”Sara pointed to herself, wondering why she had to be the one to meet him.“Be my partner tonight, Sara,” Roger added.—Sara’s belly protruded beneath the dark green silk dress that clung to her frame. Roger had bought it specifically for the meeting with Luvante's leadin
Damon did not let Roger escape easily. Once Roger left the Moretti headquarters, he knew he was being hunted. His father had cut off his access, and Damon had already dispatched his most loyal enforcers to capture him.“Damon will come for me the moment we clear Moretti territory. He’s going to find out where I’ve hidden her,” Roger told the driver. “He won’t believe she’s dead until he sees a body.”Roger’s warning came too late. The screech of metal on metal echoed through the desolate street.On the highway toward the border, a black car rammed into Roger’s vehicle, forcing it off the road. The impact was violent, sending the car into a spin before it slammed into a concrete barrier.Roger crawled from the wreckage, gasping for air. Two of Damon’s armed men approached, their rifles aimed directly at him.Another black car screeched into view, sliding to a halt beside him. The sound of tires burning against the asphalt was deafening.“Get in, Sir! Quickly!”Summoning his last ounce
Inside the imposing Moretti headquarters, the silence was more lethal than a bullet. Roger stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, staring down at the city lights. His suit jacket lay discarded, leaving him in a crisp white shirt with sleeves rolled to his elbows.On his desk, an audit report he had just received confirmed one thing: his father had transferred all operational authority to Damon. After every ounce of effort he had poured in, Dominic Moretti still hadn't chosen him.Everything had changed since Damon entered his life. Damon had a way of impressing Dominic, from his conduct to his achievements. By adulthood, Damon had proven himself through the exponential growth of the Moretti empire.Dominic was constantly exasperated by everything Roger did. The man saw nothing but flaws in his own biological son, until finally, he handed the Moretti throne to his adopted heir.“Blood is thicker than water… what a load of bullshit,” Roger muttered.The door swung open without a knock.D
Days in Luvante no longer felt like a desperate escape for Sara. She had found a foreign sense of peace. For the first time, she was free from the suffocating weight of responsibility that had defined her entire life.Even long before her marriage to Damon, her life had been defined by responsibility and the persistent sting of guilt. Now, she had let go of the past, focusing solely on herself and the life growing within her. The pressures that once stifled her were gone, replaced by a quiet, steady rhythm.The factory where she worked smelled nothing of gunpowder or fear. It smelled only of premium fabrics and the rhythmic, soothing hum of sewing machines—a sharp contrast to the cold air of the Moretti estate.“Sara, I brought you some food. It’s good for the baby.” Dorothy broke through Sara’s reverie. The warm-eyed middle-aged woman walked into the office, placing a deep red lunchbox on the desk.Ever since the staff learned Sara was pregnant, they had taken turns bringing her heal
“How could he be looking for me after Roger faked my death in that ship explosion?”Sara felt the blood drain from her face. In this unfamiliar city, everyone she crossed paths with suddenly felt like a threat.“I’ll find out,” Mason said, rising from his chair. “Don’t forget to lock the doors. I’ll send my men to secure the perimeter.”After Mason left, Sara rushed to check every entry point. She turned off all the lights and curled up under the blankets on her bed.Damon was in another country, yet she could feel him watching her. Her mind wouldn't quiet, and her eyes refused to close. Even the sound of tree branches scraping against the window made her heart race with anxiety.“Why is he hunting me? Wasn't killing my dad enough?” she whispered, her voice trembling.At the thought of her father, a quiet sob escaped her. She held back her tears with all her might, terrified that even the sound of her crying might give her away.She truly didn’t know what she had done to make a man li







