The sun shone brightly. A tall, attractive man was lounging on the couch in his yacht. Behind a pair of brown sunglasses, he was hiding his dark eyes, and the wind was playing with his silky hair. He had gripped a cigarette in his thin, pink lips, and smoke was proudly coming out of them. His log legs were crossed wrapped in well stitched grey pants, and he had a document on his lap. His lengthy fingers seemed to be seducing the papers as they touched the pages. The maroon shirt was the perfect fit for his muscular, strong figure and its half-folded sleeves showed off the large tattoo on his right arm. His shirt's top two buttons were undone, exposing his muscular chest and golden chain. The most expensive and opulent yacht was his private vessel. Two bodyguards were standing behind him. All in black... The dude had a mob boss's appearance Assistant Nolan pushed a man towards his legs. He was brutally beaten. Injuries caused his face to swell. But when he turned to see Yohan Dixon,
“Sir… Sir… Please forgive us. Please let us go. Please… No… No…” Three men hanging downward in the middle of the room were urging him to leave but he kept smoking coldly in front of them. He didn’t care how harshly they were beaten up and how loudly they were screaming. All he wanted was to listen to the truth. His long legs were wrapped under well-stitched black pants and his white shirt was stuck to his masculine body revealing his abs. Long neck and perfect collarbone were peeking out of the collar and a golden chain was sparking arrogantly. The sleeves of the white shirt were half folded and a palm was inside the pocket of his pants. His eyes were red and dark, yes, he was drunk. So, he was toxic. Thumpers panted and looked at him hopefully as they were tired and wanted some air to inhale. But it seemed that this man had decided to kill those roughnecks. “Sir… They will die.” Assistant Nolan looked at the back of the ruthless president and dared to speak. “If they wanted to sur
Her palms reached his bare back and her nails pierced his skin. She gasped, she panted, she agonized but he didn't let her go. When he tasted blood, he raised his head and looked at her affectionately. He had bitten her lower lip.The more he was tasting her, the more he wanted to dissolve her in himself.The cigarette was still trapped between his long fingers and he had forgotten to sip it. He only wanted to grab this appetizing woman.Sara Owen got spooked due to his heavy gaze. He was looking at her like a hungry wolf. She swallowed and he leaned near her thighs. He slid the camisole upwards and pressed his lips on her white and soft thigh."Shhhh..." She hissed and closed her eyes tighter.His lips began to move upwards and she clenched his hair in her fist. "Ahh..." She placed her palm on her lower abdomen and bit her lips to endure the pain. Yohan Dixon raised his head and looked at her coldly. He was just kissing her thighs. Why she was in pain? His eyes darkened when he saw t
“Good morning, Madam.” Sara Owen looked at Nisha who had just greeted her with a gentle smile. Seeing her, she had understood that Yohan Dixon must have left for work. She smiled at Nisha, “Good morning.” “Today you slept till late. Are you alright?” “Yes, I am.” Sara Owen poured water into a glass for her and sipped. “You have a long vacation. Are you planning your honeymoon?” Sara Owen spit suddenly and coughed. Nisha reached and rubbed her back. “What are you talking about?” Sara Owen looked at her while gasping. “It’s not me who says this. There are many rumours that you are finally on vacation so you will go on honeymoon.” “I am planning to clean the villa. Would you like to help me?” “Of course. But, the young master doesn’t like when someone touches his things. I can’t clean his study room and bedroom.” “I will do them. You take care of rest.” “Yeah.” Nisha left enthusiastically. Sara Owen sighed while stumbling on the chair. She almost had got a small heart attack
The woman had a delighted smile. She was beautiful. Her face was bright and blooming. Sara Owen sadly bit her lips. Samira Reddy.Sara Owen kept swallowing saliva in anxiety. A sense of sadness shook her heart.No one was allowed to enter his study room, nor did he allow anyone to touch his things. Was this the reason for his loneliness? Did he sit here for hours, missing his first love? Sara Owen looked at the photograph carefully. There was a different radiance on the woman's face. She was looking elegant as a daughter of a great family. Seeing pride and charisma on her exquisite face, Sara Owen looked straight at the glass wall. Her unlit and ordinary face, her simple appearance and her decent looks explained her that she was not qualified to be Yohan Dixon’s wife.This woman in the photograph was made for him. She was a charm. How could he forget such a gorgeous and graceful woman? He totally deserved her.Sara Owen put the photograph back in the drawer and looked again at her in
“I will prepare something to eat.” She threw a delicate smile and left with the book. Yohan Dixon looked at the drawer which was not closed. He stepped there and looked at the photograph with his dark gaze.Sara Owen had seen this but had forgotten to close the drawer. What she was thinking at that time?Once, he had seen a red envelope in the drawer of his desk in his bedroom with Samira Reddy’s photographs and some newspaper cuttings. And today, this photo... It seemed that she knew about Samira Reddy. But he hadn’t seen a hint of disturbance in her expressions.He closed the drawer and sat on the chair leisurely while lighting a cigarette for himself. The study room filled with the smell of tobacco and white smoke lingered around his excellent figure. His wife knew the truth but she didn’t even ask a question. His gaze fell on the desk on which the photograph was placed.Samira Reddy.He inhaled the smoke deeply and closed his eyes. The name has given him pain and rage.…Sara Owen
Sara Owen stood up from the bed. “I…” She sighed to calm down first. She has to define things from the very beginning. “Yohan, we married for nothing. Maybe... You did this marriage so that your elders would not bother you. And I did this marriage because I need your support. We made a pact. I know you don't like me and... This marriage is also a burden for you to some extent. I... never deserved to be your wife.” She lowered her head. “And in such a situation... We... By being tempted... We did that, too... I promised you that I will do everything you say. I will never stop you touching me. But… I don't want to give you another burden. I did this because I am afraid...” Many times, her heart beat increased while speaking, but she didn’t get scared of speaking the truth. “You think like this?” It was his cold question. “You have helped me a lot. You sheltered me. You gave me a position and owner in your high-profile society that I will never be able to get. I am not that qualifie
When Sara Owen was welcomed into the Dixon headquarter, people went outlandish. Assistant Nolan was standing at the gate when Jack stopped the car in front of the entrance. Assistant Nolan welcomed her to the private elevator with respect. “This way, Madam.” He led the way. Sara Owen was on the presidential floor. She was stunned by the interior of the office. But the staff was stunned by her beauty. When they came in front of the cabin, the door itself opened and they entered the cabin. “This is the chairman’s office.” Sara Owen looked around. The interior was simple and sober yet stunning and palliative. She looked at the semicircular desk and black revolving chair. “Director is busy with foreign clients...” She interrupted him, “It's okay. I would like to wait.” Assistant Nolan bowed and left the office. Sara Owen looked at the floor-to-ceiling wall. She had heard that Yohan Dixon’s office was on the top of the city and he could see the whole city from his well-structured o