Sarah’s POVThe bed beside me was cold. I sat up slowly, running my fingers over the empty space where Vince should have been. He never came back last night. My stomach twisted at the thought–had he stayed with her? Had he comforted her after I slapped her? A bitter laugh escaped my lips. Of course he did. Why wouldn't he? She was his savior after all. I snorted. I dragged myself out of bed, my body heavy with exhaustion despite the hours of sleep. The mirror reflected the dark circles under my eyes and the dullness in my gaze. I splashed cold water on my face, trying to wash away the anger, the hurt, but it clung to my chest. After freshening up, I headed downstairs, my steps slow and reluctant. The mansion was quiet, too quiet. No sign of Vince, and no sign of Eloha."Good morning, Madam," Ma Yara greeted me as I entered the dining room. Her smile was warm, but her eyes held a hint of something I couldn't quite put a finger on."Morning," I muttered, sliding into my seat. "W
Sarah’s POV “Vincenzo, I'm so glad you're still up.” Eloha quickly rushed inside, going to hug Vince's arms, and soon, the lights were turned on. I stared at the scene in front of me in disbelief –Eloha’s arms wrapped tightly around Vince's own, her hair disheveled and her eyes glistening with unshed tears. I searched Vince's face for something –anything that could tell he knew what was happening at the moment, but his expression remained blank. “Boss, Miss Eloha was almost robbed. She wasn't far away from here, so she came.” Kai emerged, and I was a little stunned after not seeing him for a long time. When had he returned, I thought, but immediately pushed my thoughts aside.Eloha sniffled, clinging onto Vince like a little leech, and I could not shake off the uncomfortable feeling in my chest. I could not help but think back to John's words that I'd just been here to fill in someone's space–Eloha’s space. I could only clench my fists hard. I stared at Vince, waiting for him to p
Sarah’s POV My heart twisted painfully in my chest while staring at my empty finger. Reality suddenly hit me harder than it ever had. We'd gotten married without a ring. John leaned back in his chair, his smirk widening as he watched me.“See? He doesn't even take you seriously.” “You don’t know anything about my marriage,” I said, my nails digging into my palms. “I know enough,” “A man like Vincenzo doesn’t settle for women like you, Sarah. You were just a temporary distraction.” A sharp pain pierced through my chest, but I refused to let him see it. Instead, I tilted my head, feigning indifference. “And yet, here you are, begging me to come back to you. What does that say about you?” His smirk faltered for a second before he recovered. “I’m just looking out for you. You deserve better.” “Better? Like you?” I asked, letting out a dry laugh. I couldn't believe my ears.“At least I never pretended to be something I wasn’t.” He said, his eyes darkening, and I could onl
Sarah’s POV Just as I put the phone down, it buzzed with John's message, and I stared at it for a while before tossing it onto the bed. I couldn't tell why he wanted to meet, so there was only one way I could find out. Just as I stood, my thoughts running wild, the door was pushed open, and my gaze rose to travel from a pair of long legs to a face I'd never get used to seeing —Vince had walked in. The way he stared at me with so much intensity made my stomach knot, and I found myself averting my gaze from his. At this moment, nothing he said would stop me from attending my own grandmother's wake. I picked up my phone, ready to leave the room, until his hand pulled me, pinning my back to the wall. I had not expected it, and a gasp tore from my lips. “You must bring a lot of bodyguards along.” He voiced out, and my brows furrowed in confusion. What exactly was he talking about? Seeing the confusion that married my face, his thumb lifted to brush my lower lip, sending a jolt throug
Sarah’s POV The next morning came in a flash. The morning rays pierced through the curtains, casting a soft glow on my face. I groaned, and my eyes fluttered open. I rolled to the side, feeling the bed beside me, which was still warm. The incidents from last night flashed in my head–the way Vince had tortured me and had me orgasm only on his command. I'd been left completely helpless, yet I loved every moment of it. I rubbed my bleary eyes before getting out of bed to freshen up, and when I looked at the blue and purple marks that marred my body, I almost fell back in shock. That man had indeed been really brutal! Even makeup wouldn't save me at this point. I could only sigh deeply and proceed to take a bath. Once I finished taking a bath, I got dressed in an oversized shirt and baggy pants that covered everywhere but my neck. I managed to use some makeup on those before heading down for breakfast. I'd just passed by the study room when I heard Coco's voice. “Sir, her image is t
Sarah’s POV “Who said I'd be using my manhood?” Vince asked, his voice low, and I felt my pussy tingle. What did he mean by that? I thought, yet it did not take a second for me to find out. He pinned my hands above my head, trailing kisses down my neck and onto my breasts. I felt my breath hitch with each touch of his lips to my skin, and I felt goosebumps rise. The sudden emptiness as he pulled away from me made me pout, and my eyes followed his movement to see him pull out handcuffs from the closet. My eyes widened in realization at what he was going to do. But most importantly, why did he have handcuffs in the closet? And why had I never seen them? My thoughts were cut off when he pulled my hands apart, cuffing each to the bed, leaving me helpless and unable to escape. I watched as he pulled back to admire his job, a gentle smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. The way the dim light cast a glow on his face made him look ethereal, like a Greek god. I felt my breath catch in