LOGINSara's legs straddling Austin's lap, their lips clashed in a fierce, passionate kiss. The sound of their lips meeting was like a spark, igniting a flame that threatened to consume them. "Mmm," Sara murmured, her lips vibrating against Austin's. "I hate you," Austin growled, his hands grasping her hips, pulling her closer. His fingers dug into her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Sara's hands were just as busy, her fingers tracing the lines of Austin's face, her thumbs brushing against his lips. "I hate you too," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their kissing. Their lips parted for a moment, and Austin's tongue darted out, tracing the curve of Sara's lower lip. She moaned, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. Sara's hands began to roam, her fingers tracing the contours of Austin's chest. She reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. As she exposed his chest, Austin's eyes locked onto hers, a warning flashing in their depths. "You'll hate me tomorrow," he said, his voice low and rough. Sara's eyes flashed with defiance, her hands continuing to explore Austin's chest. "We don't like each other anyway," she said, her voice husky with desire.
View MoreThe clock struck 1 AM, and the mansion was quiet, the echoes of laughter and celebration fading into the stillness of the night. Sara found herself alone in the kitchen, the soft glow of the moonlight spilling through the windows. She stood by the counter, absently running her fingers over the remnants of the birthday cake she had baked for Austin. Despite the wonderful evening, a sense of disappointment lingered in her heart.She had poured her love and effort into that cake, but with all the festivities, Austin hadn’t had a chance to taste it. The thought weighed on her, and she sighed softly, feeling a twinge of sadness.Meanwhile, Austin had noticed Sara’s absence when he returned to their bedroom. Concerned, he quietly slipped out of bed and made his way through the darkened halls of the mansion, following the faint light that spilled from the kitchen. As he approached, he could see her silhouette, lost in thought.He stepped inside, and without a word, he walked up behind her, w
The aroma of something vaguely sweet filled the air as Sara stood in the kitchen, a determined look on her face. Today was Austin's birthday, and she had decided to surprise him with a homemade cake. The only problem? Sara still couldn’t cook or bake to save her life. Flour dusted her hair and cheeks, and a smudge of batter smeared across her apron.“Mom, are you sure that’s how you make a cake?” Amir asked, peering over the counter with a mischievous grin.“Yeah, it looks more like a science experiment!” Sam chimed in, giggling as he pointed at the mixing bowl, where the batter was lumpy and oddly colored.“Hey! I’ll have you know that this is going to be the best cake ever!” Sara replied, trying to sound confident as she whisked the mixture with all her might.Layla bounced on her toes, her eyes wide with excitement. “Can I help?" I want to add sprinkles!”“Sure, but only if you promise not to eat them all first!” Sara laughed, knowing full well that sprinkles were Layla’s favorite.
Sara's flight was announced, she and her parents made their way to the gate for boarding. Sara's eyes welled up with tears, and she struggled to hold them back. Memories of her time with Austin flooded her mind—their first wedding night, the countless times he had saved her, their fights, the tension, and the unresolved issues.The staff at the gate asked for her passport and ticket, but Sara was lost in thought. Her mother noticed her distraction and jerked her hand. The coldness in her voice was palpable as she reminded Sara, "Let's go, Sara. We need to board the plane."The staff at the gate asked for her passport and ticket, and Sara's mother handed them over without a word. Sara felt a pang of guilt and regret, knowing her mother's anger was directed at her.Austin sprinted into the airport, his eyes frantically scanning the departure board. His heart sank as he saw the Tehran flight's status change to "Boarding Final Call." He dashed toward the gate, but security guards blocked
"You're putting everything at risk, Austin," Christopher said, his voice rising. "Our business, our reputation, everything we've worked for. And for what? To defend a woman who's supposedly just a part of a fake marriage? You're not making any sense, Austin. You need to get your priorities straight and fast."Austin's eyes flashed with anger, and he grabbed Christopher's neck, pushing him against the glass window. His eyes blazed with fury as he spoke, his voice low and menacing. "Stop calling her 'a woman.' She has a name, and her name is Sara Reed. She is my fucking wife. She always respected you; she thought you were an ideal husband."Christopher's eyes widened, but he pushed Austin away. "Why do you care about her, huh? She's not your real wife. Your relationship was a lie."Austin's face twisted in anger. "Even if the relationship can be fake, the vows are not fake. She is legally my wedded wife, like it or not."Christopher's expression turned probing. "Why? Why do you think so






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