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
SARAHI couldn't stop thinking about Emilio's sudden appearance at our house. The way he looked at me, the way he glared at Conrad, it all felt like a bad dream. I sat down on the couch, my heart heavy with worry. Emily was in the kitchen, making us some tea."Emily," I called out, trying to keep my voice steady, "Is the tea almost ready?" I asked."Already out. Sarah we need to talk about what happened with Emilio today. And what better way to do it than over a cup of coffee? He is becoming a real pain in the ass"She walked over, handing me a steaming cup. "I know, Emily. That man wants to ruin my entire life" "I still can’t believe he just showed up like that. When you told me I almost wanted to tell you that you could be imagining things until Conrad said so himself. What does he want from you after all this time?"I sighed, staring into my cup. "He is stupid if he thinks I'd still go be with him. But I’m uneasy about Conrad. Emilio can be extremely crazy. I’ve seen the kind of t
SARAHAs I stepped out onto the bustling street, I waved down a cab. Just as it pulled up and I reached for the door handle, I felt a presence behind me. Turning around, I was startled to see Luca and Marcello standing there, blocking my path.“What the hell?” I blurted out, my heart racing. “Have you two been following me?”Luca, with his usual smirk, shrugged. “Sarah, we need you to come with us.”“Go to hell,” I snapped. I turned back to the cab, opening the door, but before I could get in, Luca slammed it shut with a loud thud.“Hey, let the girl go!” the cab driver yelled, leaning out of his window. “Or I’m calling the police.” he added.Luca didn’t even flinch. He slowly reached inside his jacket and flashed a gun, just enough for the driver to see. “Drive away, now,” he said calmly, “or you’ll have a bullet in your head.”The driver’s face went pale, and without another word, he sped off, leaving me alone with these two goons.“Is this what you’ll be doing from now on?” I deman
EMILIO I headed straight to the cellar the moment my capos informed me that the work had being done. I had task Luca and Alessio with the job of getting me Conrad. If that is indeed his real name. Ever since Nikolia's arrival into our lives, everybody was a suspected threat. As crafty and cunning like his father, he had managed to evade our grasps for two whole years but caused havoc in our systems, factories and warehouses. God I am so fucking tired of these Ivanovs!My fear ignited, clawing at my chest and my urge to kill rose. Could Conrad really be part of Nikolia's plot? Was he sent to kill Sarah, waiting for the right moment to strike?If Conrad is indeed their blood, he'd be a dead man! And I meant every word of it.These thoughts had me churning on the inside. Swiping open my phone, I glanced at images I took of Sarah in the past. It kept me going, a fervent reminder that my actions were good and I was doing the right thing by protecting her.I marched towards the cellar,