SARAHI cowered in fear, my heart racing, as a bloody gun battle erupted around me. Emilio's men and Dmitry's gang exchanged blaring gunfire, the scent of gunpowder filling the air. I scrambled to find safety, crawling behind a chair as people dropped dead beside me.Blood splattered everywhere, and I felt constant nausea. I covered my ears, trying to block out the deafening sounds of gunfire. My eyes welled up with tears as I frantically searched for Emilio with my eyes, but he was nowhere to be seen. The house was a war zone, and I feared for his life."Sarah, get out of the house!" Emilio yelled, his voice barely audible over the chaos.But the gunfire raged on, drowning out all other sounds. I couldn't hear Emilio anymore, the violence engulfing the house in a haze of smoke and blood. I trembled, my body shaking uncontrollably.I wanted to run to him, but fear paralyzed me. The gunfire was getting closer, and I knew I had to move. With a surge of adrenaline, I peeked around the c
SARAHEverything happened like a movie in my eyes, my mind still lingering in the shock of it all. For a fleeting moment, I held unto Emilio, crying so bitterly on his bloody chest.The wind grew fierce around us, howling loudly in my ear and blowing tendrils of my hair towards my face. Lightening flashed across the sky and thunder rumbled in the distant sky.The storm started softly, but it didn’t take long before it became a tempest. Emilio can't die! He can't leave me!I straddled Emilio’s head in my lap, as the rain showed no signs of stopping. Each breath I took was a fight, a silent battle for survival. My tears joined the rain, both coming from a place of deep sadness.As I held Emilio, a flood of memories filled my mind. Each one was a reminder of the life we were building and the dreams we still had. I couldn’t let those dreams die with him. The thought of a future without him, without his loving touch, was too much too bear. He was my peace. “This. This is all my fault” I
SARAHGlancing at the wall clock, the time read 2 a.m., and a lot of worrying thoughts ran through my mind. We had been here for over two hours and honestly I was growing crippled with fear each passing second.“What’s taking so long? Why won’t they tell me anything?” I wondered.The hospital was a world of its own. The lights were too bright for the dark outside, and the silence was broken only by the soft beeps of machines and the distant shuffle of nurses’ feet. The air was cool and had a clean smell that somehow made my heart race even faster. I couldn’t sit still, not even for one second.I kept walking up and down the corridor, my mind racing as fast as my feet. It had been an hour since they took Emilio into the ICU, and every minute felt like a lifetime. “Is he alive? Is he okay?” The questions kept hammering in my head, refusing to let me breathe.Oh God. Please keep Emilio alive for me.The only good news I heard tonigt was when Luca informed me that this hospital was run
SARAH“Careful now,” I murmured, my hand gently pressing against Emilio’s back as we approached the staircase. The air was free with the scent of home, a big warm welcome from the stiff hospital we had left behind.It's been close to a week since Emilio was admitted in the hospital and now I'm just glad to have him back home.The shock on Emilio's face when I filled him on the details of my last kidnap that led us to Dmitry was incomparable to none.Although he wasn't surprised that Daniel orchestrated it, he still found it quite shocking. He played the 'I told you' card at me countless times like a toddler.It was such an horrifying experience and I'm glad it's all behind us.Emilio, with a mock frown, glanced over his shoulder. “Sarah, I assure you, I’m perfectly fine. No need for the babysitting,” he said, attempting to wave me off.“But your back—” I began, only to be cut off by his chuckle.“My back, yes, but my legs are still mine. “See? Legs intact.” He lifted his feet playful
SARAH It had been three weeks since Emilio left for Cuba, and sincerely I was missing so much. I thought after the entire Dmitry saga, we would get to spend time together but well duty called. He left for cuba barely a week after Daniel tried to attack us. He didn't give me details as to what new issue had arose, he just cryptically told me it was mafia issues. Well here I was, wandering through a kid’s boutique with Maria and June, two of our house staff. The store was filled with bright colours and the cheerful laughter of children. Yes. I am pregnant. I found out about it days after Emilio's departure. When I missed my period I was shocked and I had my suspicions but I wanted to do a test to confirm and indeed it came out positive. I could not contain my smiles that day, I was carrying the symbol of I and Emilio's love. I can barely imagine how happy he would be. The thought of being a parent is quite refreshing, enough to make one burst out of happiness. I shuffled thr
SARAHTWO YEARS LATERI woke up with a jolt, that same nightmare haunting me again, the day Emilio had his men throw me out. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, but then I saw Asher, my little boy, wide-eyed and awake in his baby crib. A smile broke through my worry, and I lifted him into my arms, feeling his warmth.“Why didn’t you cry, huh?” I teased, holding him close. “Were you waiting for mommy to wake up?” He just giggled, his little hands reaching for me, and I couldn’t help but laugh. It was our little morning ritual.As I fed him from his feeding bottle, the memories I was trying to suppress came flooding back. I could still see their cold eyes, hear the harsh words of his guards, and feel the rough grip of their hands as they dragged me out of the mansion. The pain of Emilio's betrayal hurt deeper than any physical wound.I closed my eyes, the weight of those memories pressing down on me. He didn’t even have the guts to tell me to my face. One minute, I wa
EMILIOI pounded the punching bag, my fists connecting with a relentless fury. Sweat streamed down my body, mixing with the salt of my frustration. Each punch was a desperate attempt to regain some control over the chaos in my head, but it was never enough. The anger, the pain, the regret—they all surged back with a vengeance.Sarah. Her name echoed in my mind. It had been two days since the wedding, but the encounter was still fresh. I couldn’t forget how she defended that guy, her supposed friend. Every time I pictured her standing up for him, my blood boiled."How could she?" I muttered through gritted teeth, landing another blow. "How could she stand by him like that?" Did he have some sort of interest in her? I wouldn't be surprised if he did. He was literally hovering around her throughout.My woman! Goddamit!The image of Sarah with him played on a loop in my mind. The way she looked at him, the way she laughed with him—it drove me insane. I couldn't shake the memory, and with
EMILIOI stepped out of my mustang, taking off the dark sunshades. Right In front of me stood a dainty little bungalow, it's paint waning and it's wood chipping away but it was still in good shape.My phone buzzed in my pocket, I'm guessing that was Luca.Viewing the message sent, a lopsided smile curled by the corners of my lips. Yes Luca had texted, he wanted to know if I'd gotten here and if I had the balls to talk to Sarah. A deep sigh escaped my lips as I tucked the phone back into my pants. Jack had given me the directions to Sarah's place. He said he had visited Sarah a couple of times prior to his wedding.Of course he probably had no idea of the rift between I and Sarah. Maybe she had cooked up some lie that she was just visiting a friend or she wanted to be away from the hassles of the mansion. I doubt he'd have sent the address to her place if Sarah told him what had transpired between us two years ago.I gazed at the house in front of me and suddenly walking felt difficu