"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
Yohan Dixon picked up his mobile phone and turned back. She lowered her gaze not to be caught. He narrowed his eyes. Wasn’t she looking at him as if he was a bar of chocolate and she would grab him?“Shall we go?”“Huh?”Yohan Dixon carried her suddenly, giving her goosebumps.She wrapped her arms around his long neck clenching his collar. “I can walk.” She muttered. She didn’t want to die inhaling his manly fragrance.“Oh, really?”He effortlessly came downstairs.“You shouldn’t carry me all the time. Your suit will be wrinkled.”“I have thousands of them.” He put her on the shotgun seat and looked at her.“But you are the only one.”She widened her eyes and he closed the door. He did not seem a sweet talker.Sara Owen took off her book and kept reading in the car.When they reached Vento University, she closed the book and put it in her bag. They looked at each other.“Are you ready?” He asked.Sara Owen nodded. When she was about to get out, he opened the door and carried her.“Wha
Sara Owen looked at the exquisite decoration around her. He took off his blazer and hang it on the back of his chair. Sara Owen was looking around with amusement. Seeing her facial expressions, he was somewhere satisfied. She liked it. He pulled the chair for him and sat down. The dining table was arranged adjoining the round swimming pool. Low yellow light was reflecting in the room making the atmosphere cozy. Behind her, there was a glass wall from where the whole city was visible. Her white and gorgeous face was sparkling due to the light reflecting from the water which was reaching his heart. He suddenly felt strange. He kept looking at her profoundly and she kept smiling while looking at the attractive interior. That smile was coming out of her heart. This interior was not so special for Yohan Dixon but when he saw Sara Owen happy for such a small thing, he got stuck by her simplicity. A small thing, making her happiest. “Wow!” She finally looked at him with a shining smile.