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Chapter 21: Happy Birthday, Mrs. Lincoln
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I Stole The Don's Heart Chapter 22: My Feet are No Longer Mine
Sarah’s POV. Mrs. Lincoln looks at me for a moment, her eyes piercing. As she finally speaks, her voice is silky and authoritative. "Sarah, isn't it?" she inquires, her tone tinged with inquiry. "I've heard a lot about you," Mrs Lincoln says as she gives me a photo, smirking, "and I must say, I'm intrigued." I swallow anxiously, not knowing how to react. That's the scene Henry and I hugged on the street, according to the photo. "I don't have any relationship with him, ma'am," I say, my voice trembling. "How come you know who I am?" Mrs. Lincoln smiles, a warm and genuine smile that takes me by surprise. "I admire you for that," she says. "My son has never noticed any girls." I cast a peek at Agatha, who nods with pride in her eyes. Before responding, I take a moment to gather my thoughts. When I realize that every maid in this room has overheard my talk with Mrs. Lincoln, I blush. Feeling the other maids' collective focus on me, I swallow my throat and address Mrs. Lincoln sincer
I Stole The Don's Heart Chapter 23: Fuck! She isn't Here
Henry’s POV. My heart is hammering as I follow them to the restroom. I kick every fucking door in the restroom while I growl her name a thousand times but get no response. As I approach the one-of-a-kind closed door, I take a step back and kick straight to the door handle. Since the door has opened, I've noticed Sarah standing there with her eyes welling up with tears, and a man places his hand on her thong. When I witness her cries, I can't stop the blood from boiling in my veins. Fuck! He was raping her. I fired my gun on his head without hesitation. "Hey, get your clothes on," I yell at Sarah, my voice harsh. The distinct smell of blood enters my nose as blood spills on the floor. I kick the body aside and dress Sarah since she continues to stand like a statue without moving. I take her outdoors because I can see her crumbling and her heart racing like hell. I help her down, a worried expression on my face. "Are you feeling okay?" I ask, my voice filled with real concern. Her
I Stole The Don's Heart Chapter 24: Don't Love Me, You Silly
Sarah’s POV. I open my eyes to find myself in Henry's room. It's so shamless to say this is my room, but I'm comfortable here. I guess Henry brought me here, and I'm grateful because it was him. When a bang arises in my mind, I touch my head. The scene in the restroom where fuckarst touched me comes to mind vividly as I feel filthy as hell. I'm a virgin, and I intend to give my first time for someone I love. I get out of bed and open the window to look outside. Is it okay if I cry right now, because it's pouring outside? I'm not sure why, but my tears are uncontrollable. When I look at myself in the mirror, I feel pain in my pussy. My shadow appears to be feeble and unhappy. To soothe myself, I cross my hands on my shoulders and try to hug myself closely. "Sarah, you'll be fine," I tell myself, letting tears stream. "Yes, you will be fine," the heavy voice from my breasts says. It's Victor, I know. Why would he contact me at 4 a.m.? When I hear a footstep outside the hallw
I Stole The Don's Heart Chapter 25: Can...Can I Use A Laptop?
Henry’s POV. Her eyes flutter open, revealing an emotion between confusion and curiosity. I can't stop smiling at her wonderful reaction. "I... I didn't mean to," she stammers, her cheeks blushing delicately. "It's just that.... well..." I can see the confusion in her eyes, as well as the longing that echoes mine. Fuck, even though I want to kiss her right now, I have to keep control. It's as if we're both on the verge of something big, something that has the potential to transform everything between us. But I can sense her hesitation and her fear of being wounded. Gently, I reach out yet remain distant, my gaze never leaving her, experiencing the warmth and gentleness. "Alright, go back to your room," I murmur softly, my gaze fixed on her. "You deserve to sleep more." She stares at me, her eyes searching for reassurance in mine. I sense her internal conflict, her longing to let go and her fear of being wounded. I keep my distance from her, yet she's too cute. "Sir, may I ask y
I Stole The Don's Heart Chapter 26: I Long To Be That Piece of Bread
Sarah’s POV. I can't sleep after getting to the room and garsp on my bed like a stranded fish. I sit up and itch my chin, feeling insane for not having my phone. Phone addiction irritates me; if I don't scroll reels on I* while I'm anxious, the stress eats my soul. I hate how I look at myself. I hate everything that has happened and is happening in my life. And when dawn arrives, I have to continue the work that I have no idea what it means. So the only thing that attracts me is the possibility of winning Henry's heart. I get out of bed and walk over to the wooden table among the window. I take paper and pencil, exhale, and begin writing. "I want to win his heart, my master, and make him moan my name every night. I give my all, and he will surrender faster. Yearning to be my man throughout his life..." I mean, does an artist not deserve to be happy? Because I can only make this shit while my heart burns. I grab a piece of paper in my palm, crush it, and toss it in the garbage.
I Stole The Don's Heart Chapter 27: How Is Sarah Doing?
Henry’s POV. "Look into Diamond's group news; I heard about Angel; define what happened, and what about the others?" "Has anyone else been hurt?" When I get in the car, I call Jack and question him about what happened, my voice laced with concern. Diamond is a group that fights criminal organizations in the city, yet they are frequently viewed as outlaws by the police and government. They believe in seizing control of justice and are willing to go to any length to protect the underprivileged and their community. They became my allies when I began fighting Victor and his criminal enterprise. I begin help them because I see potential in their cause and want to do something positive for a change. But now that we're a team, I have a responsibility to them. My thoughts run as I try to digest the news. Angel is more than a supporter, he is a close friend and a dependable part of our team. "Yes, master." I can hear the hurt in Jack's voice as he hangs up. He appears to have known ever
I Stole The Don's Heart Chapter 28: But Who Can Work If They Don't Talk?
Sarah’s POV. Everyone in the kitchen looks in the direction toward a noise, which sounds like broken porcelain. The neighboring housekeepers give each other knowing looks; they all know about Diana's constant abuse and the constant struggle I confront. Anxiety rises as the room fills with hushed conversations. After witnessing Diana's relentless tormenting, Mila trembles and looks away, dread and terror visible in her eyes. However, after a little while, she arrives to assist me in picking up the broken items. Diana clenches her fists, her face pinched with anger at Mila's boldness. "Dear, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into. If you know what's good for you, stay away from this." Mila, on the other hand, seems unconcerned, her voice trembling. "I just want to help, ma'am." The other maids, inspired by Mila's bravery, gather in support, forming a protective circle around me. Their emotions ranged from rage to empathy as they grew tired of Diana's harsh behaviors. Th
I Stole The Don's Heart Chapter 29: Angel!!!
Henry's POV. My fists clench tighter at Victor's disgusting words, but I know he's weak inside when he says them that way. The faint light catches the glimmer of a nearby silver pipe, and he grabs it, ready to use anything at his disposal to shut me down. Fuck me sideways. Though we're brothers, it annoys me more than anything when we continue this fucking stupid fight. As I embrace the battle, dodging Victor's goons and quickly disarming them, my mind rushes. Until Daniel appears in the darkness, blinking to show that he has completed his duty. I ignore Victor's mocking and press ahead, crossing him. The metal pipe in his hands gleams with dread, but I keep calm. Victor swings the pipe, but I block it, feeling the rush of air as it whizzes over. "Oh, you don’t reply. So, I can say that slut did so well," Victor sneers, his irritation visible in his voice. I remain silent and calm, as if he has turned into air and has no ability to hurt me or my team. Daniel calls out from the s
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