LOGINSarah has had a thing for the multi-billionaire, Vincent Laurent ever since she set her eyes on him on her favorite TV interview show. What she didn’t expect was him becoming her stepfather. But fate had another plan; her mother died and she was left in his care. Just when she thought that her ‘All-time but suppressed obsession’ that she had for him could be unleashed, he got engaged to another woman. Desperate to pull out of the ache she felt, she dangerously sought solace where she wasn’t supposed to. She thought she could play with fire, but never expected to be consumed by it.
View MoreHe stiffened for a moment. His grip on the microphone tightened. He blinked, almost thinking it was an illusion. But no. She was real. He could see her sitting in the back row, her hands placed against one another on the table.And she was looking right at him, with a subtle smile on her face.She was real. Vincent swallowed hard. His fingers tightened around the microphone before he abruptly turned to the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said, keeping his voice composed despite the storm inside him, “I apologize, but I must step away. Please, enjoy yourselves.” He motioned for the MC to take over, not waiting for a response before descending from the stage. His long strides carried him through the crowd, past blurred faces and murmured greetings. Then, he was in front of her. Vincent crouched slightly, his breath catching in his throat. His hands ached to reach for her, but he held himself back. His eyes roved over her face, absorbing every detail, every change. It felt like
The damage Camille had done ran deep. The poison she had been slipping Vincent had taken its toll, and the doctors advised immediate surgery, or else Vincent would be a dead man. Kendra and Sarah stayed with him throughout the process. It was hell that Sarah was still battling with her mental health yet had to be there for Vincent. She couldn’t wrap her head around Vincent dying. That would be hell for her. He had to survive.And verily… the surgery was a success.Sarah was overjoyed when the doctor informed her. Today, she was at the hospital to see him as usual after Kendra left to grab some stuff from the supermarket. Sarah was looking over him as he slept. Her fingers reached for his soft hair and massaged gently backward. Even in his sleep, he was extremely good-looking. No one would have guessed that he was already driving at forty-three. He still looked as young as ever. Her mind circled back to the past events.Vincent had killed her father, but her father wasn’t a good ma
The tension in the warehouse was thick enough to choke on. Camille stood at the center of it, a wicked smirk curling her lips as she leveled a gun at Vincent and the cops surrounding him. Four of her men flanked her, their weapons drawn and aimed with steady hands. “I wouldn’t take another step if I were you,” Camille warned, her voice dripping with arrogance. “Unless, of course, you want to leave here in a body bag.” Vincent clenched his fists. His pulse roared in his ears, but his voice remained composed. “You’re done, Camille. There’s nowhere left to run.” A chuckle slipped from her lips. “You think so?” But before she could move, a shot rang out. A bullet whizzed through the air, striking one of her men clean in the chest. Then another. And another. Within seconds, three of her men dropped to the ground. The fourth managed to fire a single round before Damian’s bullet found him too. For a fleeting moment, victory was in their grasp. Damian, ever the sharpshooter, had outmaneu
Vincent sat rigidly, his fingers curling into his palms as he processed Kendra’s revelation. Camille had been poisoning him. The woman he was going to make his wife was a murderer, not just in the sense of betrayal but in cold, premeditated actions. She had orchestrated it all. It was never a coincidence that they met. She knew him before and had planned it all. She had been poisoning him; he never had cancer.It all felt like a distant occurrence to him. How could that be true? Is this karma hitting back at him? For the killings he had done, even though they were well justified? For sharing his late father’s wife? If this was karma, then it was hell.Kendra’s voice trembled slightly, but her resolve remained. “She said it herself. She was waiting for you to die. That’s why she played the loving wife so well, because she needed time for the poison to do its job.” Vincent’s jaw tightened, his knuckles whitening as he dragged a hand through his dark hair. He had suspected something was
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