Sara Owen froze and tears welled up from the corners of her eyes. Troubled by her troubles, he was asking her to leave today. But where? Why didn't he understand that she needs him the most? Sara Owen went to the glass wall and looked at the jogging pitch on which he was running. Despite the cold weather, he was not wearing warm clothes and within a short time, his body was drenched with sweat. Sara Owen saw him jogging for the first time, but she could guess enough to see that he was running to escape from his anger. After running for half an hour, he went to the gym and vanished from her eyesight. When he returned after a heavy exercise, their gaze bumped each other. She parted her lips to say something nice to him. But he ignored her hopeful gaze and went to the bathroom to wash up while wiping sweat from the napkin. Sara Owen only could think of an idea to make his mood and so she went to wash up first. Yohan Dixon rushed downstairs while putting on his golden wristwatch. A d
“Sara, I love you.” He spoke again. “Neel, stop it.” “I can say it out loud. Do you want to hear?” “Neel.” She hid her face in her palms and shook her head. No, she did not want to hear that. It fluttered her heart. “Do you want me to say it again? I love you, Sara.” His every word was piercing her heart. It was impossible. She was his uncle’s wife. He should accept this as soon as possible otherwise Yohan Dixon would kill both of them. She was afraid, her husband had already known about them. She raised her head in panic. “Neel…” Before she could explain, her eyes fell on a tall and handsome man behind Neel Dixon. When her eyelids trembled and her gaze shifted, Neel Dixon turned back and looked at the dashing man. Yohan Dixon’s eyes were on his wife whose expressions were null. Yohan Dixon did not take off his sunglasses but scanned every cell of her face. Her cheeks were wet. She was crying. Sara Owen quickly stood up from the chair and held her trembling palms in frustration
"Sara, I need your help." He was panicked. "Neel?" "Ask uncle not to send me abroad." Yohan Dixon rushed inside, snatched the mobile phone and placed it near his ear. Sara Owen shuddered with his sudden appearance. "Sara, you know how much I love you. I can't live without you. I can’t go abroad. Please request uncle not to send me abroad. Please… I want to see you every day. I want to be with you. I don’t want to go." Yohan Dixon threw the mobile phone out of the window and glanced at Sara Owen with his heavy and red gaze. She was inhaling heavily in fear. "Do you want to go with him?" He held her chin as if he would smash it the next moment. "Answer me." He gritted his teeth. It was painful. Tears welled up from the corners of her eyes and she opened her mouth to speak. "What you two are doing on my back?" He threw her on the bed angrily. "You...have misunderstood." "Didn't he say he loves you?" He glared at her. She widened her eyes. He had heard! He pressed her onto the b
“I will kill you.” She was terrified and rushed to cross the road. …Scratch… The car stopped before it could even touch Sara Owen. But she slammed into the bonnet of the car. "Sara..." Gracie and Ryan Jenkins got out of the car. Gracie held Sara Owen’s weak shoulders. Both were astonished to see the woman covered in blood and bruises. Yohan Dixon's wife couldn't be in such a condition. “That… That…” She pointed at the madman while panting. He was about to throw a stone at her when Ryan Jenkins kicked him. “Sara, are you alright?” “No…” Sara Owen buried her sweaty face in Gracie’s chest and sobbed. Ryan Jenkins returned after making that madman unconscious with a slap. He looked at the women with confusion. “What are you looking at? Can’t you see her? Why don’t you call your friend?” Gracie scolded him unhappily. “No… Please don’t call him.” Sara Owen cried. “What the hell? Where is he? We should inform him.” “No… No…” Gracie and Ryan Jenkins exchanged their gaze. “Okay, le
Gracie had to hold Sara Owen’s shoulders as they were entering the gate. He could see bruises on her arms and face. A corner of her lips was broken, too. She was fragile. He remembered when he threw her out of the villa, she was not much injured. Did something happen to her last night? “Sara, talk to me. What’s wrong?” He held her wrist. Sara Owen looked at him with her swollen eyes. “Neel, please. Don’t ever come in front of me. I have nothing to do with you.” “Are you mad at me?” Sara Owen kept looking at his bright face for a while. Yes, her heart had stopped beating for this man. “You are hurting me.” “Okay. I won’t hurt you.” He loosened his grip and Sara Owen held Gracie’s palm while lowering her head. “You should not come to me. I don't like you.” “You are lying.” “I'm telling the truth. You should forget me, too.” She looked at him courageously. Yohan Dixon threw the cigarette out of the window while looking at the young people. Were they discussing being together?
Gracie unlocked the door and entered the living room with surprise. The door was locked which meant Sara Owen hasn’t returned home till now. She put the bag on the couch and called her. When the call couldn’t connect, she recalled that Sara Owen had left her belongings in October Villa. Where the hell the woman must be? The woman had sprained her leg and was unwell. ... Ryan Jenkins poured red wine into the glasses and looked at Yohan Dixon, "You look tired.” Yohan Dixon flicked cigarette ash in the ashtray and held the glass of red wine. “Did you find the stalker?” Ryan Jenkins sipped. “He has gone underground. Nolan will take care of it.” “Who will take care of you?” Yohan Dixon looked at him with his dark gaze. “You expelled your wife out of the villa. Who is going to take care of you?” “Don’t put your nose in my matter.” He glared. “Excuse me. You are a human, not a robot.” Ryan Jenkins frowned and gulped red wine in irritation. He was tired of seeing his ruthless and c
Yohan Dixon was standing in the hall placing his palms inside his pockets. His eyes were straight on the big screen on which the footage was being played. He came to know that, after talking to an unknown man, she got terrified and left with him in his car. He quickly ordered to catch the car and the man and returned to the VIP room in a panic. He lit a cigarette, placed his legs on the table, leaned back on the chair and sipped cigarette. The sleeves of his white shirt were half-folded and the top two buttons were unbuttoned revealing his strong chest. How could she go with an unknown person easily? He closed his eyes as if he was trying to accept the fact that he was the reason behind her bad luck. He shouldn’t have acted horribly that night. He should have listened to her. She was too simple and easy to be tricked. She did not even have a mobile phone so that he could find her location and she could call him in a trouble. He hit the table in anger. Where the hell she would be
“Yohan…” Yohan Dixon sighed deeply. She was uttering his name in her sleep, too. Why did he not think before throwing her out of the villa that she had no one else in this world except him? That night, he could not bear the fact that she was missing her ex-boyfriend. He did not want to believe that she was his wife so only he would be with her. He was so blinded by jealousy that he could not even imagine that she would never lie to him. If he had asked her about her connection with his nephew, she would have told the truth. She never wanted to go to Neel Dixon. She just wanted to be near him, in his safe shadow. If she had sympathy for someone other than him, she would have never called his name unconsciously, would have not looked at him with that pity gaze, would have not pleaded in front of him. After seeing him, hiding in the garbage, the way she called him, spread her arms after looking at him hopefully, wanted to be carried, the way she cried in his arms... Every cell of h