Sarah’s POV"I heard Master Vincenzo finally found the woman who saved him years ago." My stomach churned with something unfathomable as I listened to them. Eloha? It couldn’t be. Could it?But the way he had looked at her, that subtle softening of his expression, told me everything I needed to know. I forced myself to walk away before I heard more, my mind racing. If Eloha was the woman from Vince’s past, then what did that mean for me? For us? The contract between us had always been clear–a business arrangement, nothing more. But somewhere along the way, I had let myself believe there was something real between us. And now? Now, reality had hit me hard.Back in the bedroom, I set the glass down with shaky hands, my reflection in the mirror pale. For a moment, I thought I looked exactly the way I did when John dumped me. The woman staring back at me looked broken. I couldn’t stay here. Not like this. Grabbing my phone, I scrolled through my contacts until I found Juliana
Sarah’s POVMorning came in a flash. Sunlight seeped through the curtains, casting a glow on my face. My eyes fluttered open to meet an empty room. Last night, Juliana and I had talked for a little while before she left. Vince had not returned, and right now, as I scanned the room, a sense of emptiness washed over me. A soft knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. My eyes moved to see a nurse step in, her smile polite."Mrs. Bruno, your discharge papers are ready. You’re free to go." I nodded, forcing a tight-lipped smile. "Thank you." As she left, I slowly pushed myself up from the bed, my body still aching from the stress of the past few days. My hand instinctively rested on my stomach, feeling countless emotions surge up in my chest. I wasn't going to let anyone hurt my baby. The door opened again, and this time, Vince stood there, his expression unreadable. I thought he'd not come back, but here he was. "Car’s ready," he said, his voice flat, and I felt a subtle p
Sarah’s POV His answer hit me like a physical blow. A single word, and yet it shattered whatever fragile hope I’d been clinging to. My breath caught in my throat, my fingers digging into the hospital sheets as if they could save me against the crushing weight of his betrayal. Vince didn’t look at me as he set the food containers down, his movements detached. The silence between us stretched, and it felt utterly suffocating. "You…" My voice cracked. "You really think I could do that?" Finally, he turned, his expression unreadable. "The evidence is there, Sarah." "The evidence?" I choked out, my hands trembling. "A blurry security video? That’s all it takes for you to believe I’d murder my own grandmother?" His jaw tightened. "It’s not just the video. Your father—" "My father?" A bitter laugh escaped me. "The same man who disowned me before? The same man who hates me? You’re taking his word over mine?" Vince exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "I did
Sarah’s POVI barely registered the murmurs of the hospital staff, the flashing lights of the police car, or the way my father’s glare burned into my back. All I could think about was her, my grandmother.Had she suffered? Had she known it was coming? Or had it been quick, painless—like drifting into sleep? A sob clawed at my throat, but I swallowed it down. I wouldn’t break. Not here. Not in front of them. The ride to the police station was a blur. I stared out the window, watching the world pass by as if it were a movie–unreal and distant. The officers didn’t speak to me, but I caught the way the younger one kept glancing at me in the rearview mirror. Pity? Disbelief? Or did he already believe I was guilty? When we arrived, they led me into an interrogation room—small, dimly lit, with a single table and two chairs. The air smelled of stale coffee and sweat, and it made my stomach churn in discomfort. The chief, a burly man with a stern face, sat across from me, flipping open
Sarah’s POV I hadn't realized when I fell asleep, but when I opened my eyes again, morning had already arrived. I groaned in frustration as the sunlight pierced through the curtains, hitting my vision. When I turned, Vince was not on the bed. I scrambled up, my heart thumping furiously beneath my chest as I looked for him. The bathroom was empty, and so was the study. How could the man go out in his condition?When my bare feet hit the floor of the dining hall, they came to a halt, and I sighed in relief. He was sitting at the head of the table, his wound dressed in a new gauze. The previous ashiness in his color was gone, replaced by a glow. He seemed to be fine, I thought, but when I saw the grave look on his face as he stared at me, I could not help but feel that something was wrong. Without waiting for him to speak, I walked to the dining table and pulled out a chair in which I sat. “You were up quite early,” I commented, but only got a hum from the man. Soon, the meal was se
Vincenzo’s POVI wasn’t asleep. The moment Sarah’s fingers had started running through my hair, the exhaustion from the pain and blood loss had pulled me under, but I wasn’t completely gone. I had heard her frustrated grumbling as she dragged me to the bed, her muttered threats about tormenting me later. It had taken everything in me not to smirk. Then there was the clang of the spoon against the bowl as she ate. I thought she'd leave the room after that.But then, there was the soft press of her lips against mine. I had expected a lot of things from Sarah, but not this. Not her whispering I love you.My heart thundered in my ears, but I kept my breath steady, my body relaxed. If she knew I was awake, who knew what her reaction would be? I felt the bed dip as she stood, and I heard her footsteps retreating toward the door. Only then did I let my eyes flutter open. She loved me. Love was one thing a person like me would never have dreamed of. I'd had lots of women confessing