Sarah's POV
The music sounds resonate with the whole place as the celebration continues. John Hills, the birthday boy, was in the center of it all, surrounded by friends. And as his girlfriend, I was watching from afar while smiling gently. I wasn't the type who loved places like this, but I had to be present for the sake of my boyfriend. Then, I caught sight of Eloha at the corner of the club and got a strange feeling. It showed something was off about her. I wanted to walk up to her to know what was happening to her, but it was obvious Eloha won't tell me, I mean, we are stepsisters, but Eloha took me as the enemy, so it's better to stay by myself than to look for Eloha’s trouble. "Let the birthday boy dance with his girlfriend!" So I heard, and instantly, I felt shy, but I managed to drag my legs to the spotlight and move my body slowly to the music. "Hurray!!! Let's wish the celebrant in a loud voice," the coordinator screamed, and everyone chorused. "Happy Birthday To John!!!" Seeing this, I rejoiced with my boyfriend as someone mistakenly poured wine on my dress. "Oh gosh! I'm sorry. Are you okay? It wasn't intentional, I didn't mean it that way. I'm so sorry. The person felt so apologetic that I couldn't get mad since it wasn't intentional. "Oh, it's fine! I will just clean myself up," I muttered with a smile, assuring the person before leaving for the restroom. However, as I was trying to find my way to the restroom and there, I got outside. "Where is the restroom for goodness' sake?" I muttered as I held my dress, trying to clean the wine stain with my hand. Unfortunately, a car almost bashed me out of nowhere, and my heart stopped working in shock. “What the hell!” I shouted, storming over to him, with annoyance boiling over me. "Are you blind or something? Huh!" I yelled, feeling deeply annoyed because of the effect it had on me. My mind was engrossed with getting to a restroom, and then, a blind person almost hit me with a car. "Young lady, who the fuck are you? Why would you talk to me in that manner? Do you know who I am?" The man demanded, coming down from his car. "Oh my goodness, see this idiot talking back at me when he was supposed to apologize for what he did. Listen, young man, I don't care about who you are, I only care about my self-respect, so you should apologize for what you did instead of asking me irrelevant questions." I was expecting him to apologize and feel sorry for what he did, but his pride got him high as his eyes were filled with no remorse whatsoever. "I will make sure you regret what you just did," He declared, with fury echoing in his voice. Hearing his words, I was rather perplexed as this was my first time meeting someone as arrogant as he was. Who exactly did he think he was? I touched my head dramatically and sighed heavily. "Now I understand why some people don't like coming to clubs at times. It’s filled with mad people, especially the mannerless one,” I voiced as I didn’t bother waiting for his annoying response before walking away. However, after a long search, I finally found my way to the restroom. But even after that, I still couldn't shake the feelings of annoyance as my encounter with that annoying pest of a man kept playing in my head. "So annoying!" I muttered to myself while I cleaned up, and not too long, the stain became spotless and so I left the restroom back to the club. As I made my way into the club, I realized it was time to make a toast with the birthday boy. And at that moment, I felt so proud to be John's girlfriend. Even though I couldn't tolerate alcohol but for him, I would do just anything. Hastily, I picked up a drink from the bartender, who came to me as I couldn't miss this crucial moment to make a toast to my boyfriend. Meanwhile, fifteen minutes later, I started feeling hot and thirsty, then I thought maybe it was my first time tasting alcohol, or maybe my throat was just acting up because of my low alcohol tolerance. However, as the minutes passed, I couldn't hold it any longer as my head began spinning and I felt hotter than before every second. Then, I tried to find my way back to the restroom as someone grabbed me from behind instead, and instantly, I gasped, only to realize it was the bartender who served me a drink earlier. "Ma'am, let me take you to the nearby restroom," He offered, with a lot of willingness in his expression. However, I managed to smile despite my cheeks turning red. "Thanks for this." And within five minutes, we made our way into a large bright room which was located upstairs in the club. It felt somehow strange to me despite my condition, so I questioned. "Where is this place?" The bartender quickly came with a response. "Oh, it's a special place for our customers, you can make use of the restroom instead of going outside." I cursed in her head, if I had known about this place beforehand, I wouldn't have bumped into that idiot earlier. Suddenly, my head spun continued as I slumped on the bed. "I'm feeling hot! So hot," I muttered, battling with my dress. "Oh, ma'am, I will call one of your friends downstairs for help." He uttered as he excused himself out of the room without waiting for my response. I didn’t even worry about that as I was feeling extremely hot. "Fuck, I'm so hot," I said to myself as my vision began turning blur and immediately out of nowhere, someone got on top of me and captured my lips which I responded to without any hesitation. Soon, our clothes were lying helplessly on the floor as we enjoyed our moment, but unknown to us, something kept blinking a red light in the room. However, on the next morning, a heavy knock on the door caused both me and the strange man to wake up from our sleep, despite still being in each other’s embrace. And as soon as my eyes widened, only for me to realize that it was the rude man from the previous night. "What are you doing here?" I asked as I screamed out of shock but he ignored me and reached out for the door. The instant he opened the door, someone's voice came through. "Hey, Vincenzo! Don't tell me you are just waking up after causing that shit!" The man implied. I watched as he gave a confused look. "What exactly are you talking about, Jackson?" The man brought out his phone and showed it to his face. "Your nude pictures are all over the internet. The fuck video was the trending search this morning" He dropped the bombshell. "What??? Take it down!!" He shouted. "I did, bro!” Jackson replied. “I tried to take it down, but it got to a large range before I became aware of it, and different users kept reposting, which means they were able to save it!” “Fuck!” Vincenzo cursed as my soul almost left my body the moment I heard Jackson’s words from my body. And at that point, I knew I was doomed.Sarah’s POVI gasped when a hand pulled me into a room, kissing me fiercely. Pictures of the first time I had been drugged flashed through my mind. My mind was hazy, and I tried to kick the person, but he caught my leg, his arms wrapping tight around me and preventing me from moving. “Shh.. you'll be fine. Just calm down.” A familiar voice pierced through my ears. I remembered who owned that voice perfectly well. “Vince?” I called out, my voice hoarse from trying to control myself. I was hurting. I was hurting really badly. “I'm so…hot,” I slurred, my gaze unfocused as I tried to kiss him. “Behave!” He warned, making me pout. I wanted him. I wanted his body so bad.When he held me tightly, I felt the warmth of his body, making me swallow hard. “Don't do anything you'll regret later, just trust me.” He said, and I found myself calming down. I tried to breathe as he urged me to calm down. My eyes had turned red from trying to resist the drug. Vince lifted me off my feet and took
Sarah’s POV I stared at him as he tended to my wound. I had not applied anything to it yesterday and slept off. When I woke up in the morning, I had forgotten to tend to it. I should have been flustered by him tending to my wound, but all I did was purse my lips. I knew he wouldn't attend the family gatherings with me. I could only go there on my own. After tending to my wounds, I took a bath without letting water touch the area before changing into a set of pajamas and settling in bed. Vince sat on the bed beside me, reading a newspaper, and I frowned. “I'll be heading to the reserve tomorrow. I won't be back in two days.” I said, but he just hummed, making my frown deepen. I rolled my eyes before pretending to sleep. I did not want to talk to him anymore. “Be back at the company after those two days,” he said, and I refused to open my eyes. I did not realize how much I had been pretending until I truly fell asleep. By the time I woke up, it was already morning. I had packed
Vincenzo’s POV I knew it was an accident that she had spilled tea on the documents, yet I still let myself get angry. When I saw her scaled hand, I wanted to ease it, but the realization of my thoughts stopped me from doing so. I watched as she left, and I felt my once angry self calm down. The documents were photocopies, and will be photocopied again. It wasn't a big deal, I thought as my gaze moved to the door again. I saw the hurt in her eyes, yet I told myself to finish work first. I had spent the whole night working in the study while I asked Co I to head home. By morning, I returned to the room to see her sleeping soundly. I reached out to stroke her hair and watched as she stirred in her sleep. In the end, I left for the company. When I arrived at the office, the board members were already waiting in the meeting room. When I walked into the room, all the murmurs died down, followed by a deafening silence. “Where did we stop the last time?” I asked, and Coco immediately
Sarah’s POV There were five men, one of them walked over to me, his eyes scrutinizing me as he licked his lips. I had the urge to puke, but more than that, I did not miss the scared look on the old woman's face. “Perhaps you might be of good use to us. Why don't we have some fun, beauty?” The man slurred, obviously a bit tipsy from alcohol, and I wrinkled my nose in disgust. “We promise to treat you good. All you have to do is be a little whore for us.” One of the men said, but I just stood calmly, watching them. Even from afar, I could tell they were drunk. They reeked of sweat and alcohol, which was particularly disgusting. “Why don't you come over here, let's have some fun,” one of the men said as he tried to drag me, and his subordinates laughed in unison. No one expected me to twist his hand and land a brutal kick on his side, sending him falling to the ground. He groaned, then screamed as my foot collided with his face harshly. The sound of bone breaking could be heard–I h
Sarah’s POV She had intentionally tripped me! My eyes widened in shock when I saw the state of the documents, they were completely soaked and painful to look at. I saw Vince's cold gaze follow me, making me shiver. I wanted to explain to him, to tell him that Coco had tripped me, but when I saw the look on his face directed at me, I was speechless. How could he believe me instead of Coco, whom he had known for years? Compared to her, I was just a stranger to him. “Have the servant come and clean up the place.” Those were the only words he had uttered. I didn't see anger in his eyes when I looked at him, just coldness that hinted at a killing intent. One look at Coco's smug expression made me clench my fists in anger. When I walked out of the study, I asked a maid to go and clean up the cup and broken glass while I headed to the kitchen to cool off my scalded hand. As the water from the sink poured down on my hand, I could not help but purse my lips in displeasure. This time,
“Hand over the pendant,” Vince said, his voice low and threatening. My gaze moved to Massimo's men, who had all yielded their weapons and were currently aiming at him. I bit my lip hard. “Chill out, Vincenzo. You're simply too hot-tempered. I merely wanted to play.” Massimo's voice came, and I watched as he motioned for his subordinates to drop their guns. I could see his face that had turned pale from sustaining a bullet wound to his hand, yet he showed no weaknesses as though this was not the first time he had been wounded. He did not attack or pick up his gun. He just asked one of his subordinates to return my pendant. In the next minute, I and Vince were walking out of the casino completely unharmed. Vince's eyes were pitch black with darkness, and I knew he was upset. “Until we meet again, Vincenzo,” Massimo had said earlier, and I was unable to grasp what he fully meant. Yet, when I saw Vince's dark gaze, I knew it did not mean well. They would only meet to kill one another