로그인Chapter 343 Sara's Point of View The email to Versace sat drafted on my laptop, cursor blinking accusingly. Two simple words that could change everything: "I decline." My finger hovered over the send button when Josh burst into my room, waving a paper printout. "What is this?" His voice cracked
Chapter 342 The mansion's lights glowed warmly as Josh pulled up the long driveway, Sara's hand clasped tightly in his. Through the windows, they could see small faces pressed against the glass, waiting. "They haven't moved from that spot since you left," Helena's voice carried from the front step
Josh point of view The photoshoot studio buzzed with frantic energy as crew members broke down equipment. I burst through the doors, heart pounding against my ribs, only to find Sara already gone. "She left ten minutes ago," the photographer informed me. "Headed to the airport. Said something abo
The jasmine's sweetness wrapped around us as we sealed these vows with kisses. Somewhere in the mansion, a light flicked on, probably Helena watching with satisfaction as her family grew stronger. But in that moment, there was only Sara. Her love. Her acceptance. Her unwavering faith in the man I c
Josh's Point of View The garden's night-blooming jasmine filled the air with sweetness as I paced between rose bushes. Something felt different tonight, the weight of Marcus's threats mysteriously lifted, leaving me oddly unbalanced. Like a prisoner suddenly finding his cell door unlocked. "We nee
The trap was set in Helena's private office, every detail meticulously planned. Max's security team monitored feeds from hidden cameras while William stood ready with legal documents. Eva kept watch through the mansion's security system, making sure Josh remained occupied with the quadruplets' "emer
Sunlight flooded the grand foyer as the family's butler swung open the massive oak doors. Josh stood there, arm bandaged and face still showing yellowish bruises, leaning heavily on a wooden cane. Sara beside him, her forehead sporting a line of fresh stitches partially hidden by carefully arranged
The backstage chaos of Paris Fashion Week swirled around Sara like a tornado. Models rushed between makeup stations, stylists shouted instructions in multiple languages, and someone nearby was having a meltdown about a broken heel. But Sara couldn't focus on any of it. The walls of the massive venue
"He'll be alright," Sara said softly, following Josh's gaze. "Children are resilient." "I keep seeing it," Josh admitted. "When I close my eyes at night. That moment when the door closed with Leo on the wrong side." Sara's hand found his. "Me too." Helena approached, carrying a small silver box.
"Is Aunty Sara a real model now?" "Can we be in the pictures too?" "Dad, look at all the lights!" Their innocent enthusiasm made me smile despite my nerves. This was why I was doing this. To build something of my own, to be more than just the daughter of criminals. The dress settled around me l







