Chapter 1

Sarah's POV

My design was ready, I looked at it one more time for every minutest detail. It seemed to be perfect. After keeping it away safely, I took a deep breath and was contented with my work.

Taking a moment to relax after meticulously reviewing my design, I sat down on my recliner As I closed my eyes to unwind and listen to my favorite songs, a sudden interruption jolted me from my tranquility—the doorbell rang.

I was thinking of making coffee and fixing a sandwich before my doorbell rang. I didn't want to meet anyone as of now. So, with a perplexed shake of my head, I made my way to the door and received a registered post from a solicitor.

Who would send me the notice and why??

Curiosity mingled with concern as I opened the envelope to read its contents.

What I discovered inside left me utterly shocked, rooted in place, and struggling to catch my breath.

The contents of the notice were beyond belief. The idea that he would take such extreme action was completely unreasonable and unimaginable to me.

This is insane!! How can he do such a thing?? It was absolutely unreasonable, I could not even think that he would do it.

Sanya, what have you gotten me into?

I immediately called my twin and told her to come to meet me urgently at my office.

In about 30 minutes, she arrived, her face filled with worry and confusion. "What is it? What's the problem? I was so scared. Why did you make it sound like an emergency as if the office was on fire?? " she inquired anxiously.

"You should be scared," I responded, handing her the notice. "Read this, and you'll understand the dire consequences of being impulsive and irresponsible." I retorted.

Her eyes scanned the document, and her expression mirrored my disbelief. "Christopher Banks is threatening to sue you for damaging his brand new Bentley?" She exclaimed.

"Yes, exactly! Now tell me, what should I do? He's demanding a replacement, or he'll take legal action against me, and I simply can't afford it," I explained, my voice filled with desperation.

" Oh, God!! Go and talk to him. There's no other way out," She suggested her tone firm.

"Are you out of your mind? You should ask Nate to talk to him. He can help us by talking to him, after all, they are cousins." I suggested, trying to avoid a direct confrontation.

"No! I can't involve Nate," She firmly rejected my suggestion.

"What do you mean, you cant involve Nate? It's your fault, and now that insane man is sending me legal notice when he should be sending it to you. You have to handle this yourself, because I refuse to face him again," I retorted, frustration and fear creeping into my voice.

"Don't you understand? I can't tell the truth to Nate. How can I possibly explain everything?" She replied. I was feeling trapped.

"But why should I suffer when it was you who caused the damage? I can't handle this. At the very least, tell Nate that I accidentally smashed his cousin's car. He must help us," I insisted.

"Be reasonable! He's my fiancé. I can't ask him for money without telling him that I am involved in this. No!! We have to find a solution on our own," she reasoned, hoping I would understand.

"We? This is entirely your problem. Your fiancé can't be involved, which means I'm the one left dealing with this issue alone, right?" I protested.

"Money is not a big deal for Chris, but you wounded his ego. That's it!! He simply wants to meet you. He will take legal action if you don't meet him, Please, go and talk to him. He will understand and resolve the matter," She pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation.

"Forget it! I'm not meeting him again. Handle it yourself or ask Nate for a loan," I suggested, grasping at any possible solution.

"It's a substantial amount, and he won't give it unless I explain why I need it, he might understand but if he gives me that amount, he will have to tell his mother. She will not let him marry me. You know exactly what happened, how can I explain it to my would-be fiancé? " She reasoned, shooting down my idea.

"Then find a solution! I don't have substantial savings, and even if I did, I wouldn't want to spend it all on this issue. You created the problem, now it's your responsibility to solve it. Ask Dad for help..." I trailed off, considering every option.

" No!! I can't even take help from our family. He will kill me, dad is already annoyed with me because of what happened in the past. If Chris sues you, it will be all over the newspapers and everyone will come to know, what happened, Nate will never marry me and the name of our family will be dragged everywhere. Please do something, you are my only hope. At least fix a formal meeting with him. We have literally no way out. You don't know him, he gets what he wants and not he wants to spoil my life or make you meet him. "

I know how ruthless, dreadful, and uncouth he is...

I knew exactly why had he sent that notice. He wanted me.

Me!!

***

The solicitor's notice had been starkly uncompromising.

Finishing my coffee and settling the bill, I came out of the coffee house and I looked at my watch, after taking a deep breath, I hopped into my car and drove to his office.

His office was newly decorated, the impressive foyer was designed to intimidate and impress, and the receptionist looked as if she had just come out of some fashion magazine and eyed me in an unresponsive way as I walked toward her.

" Hi!! My name is Sarah Jones, I am here to meet Mr. Banks" I asked politely.

" Do you have an appointment with him?? " She asked in a professional tone.

" No, but he knows me well and it is a bit urgent. Can you please inform him that I am here to meet him?" I said.

" Sure!! Please have a seat. " She said and pressed some numbers on the intercom system.

" Sir, Ms. Sarah Jones has come to meet you...... Oh, okay, sir!! " She replaced the receiver.

" Mr. Banks is a bit busy at the moment, you need to take a prior appointment to meet him." She said politely.

What?? What does he think of himself??

Arrogant!! Irritating! Loathsome!

I swear, I hate him.

If it was not important, I would never have come to see him again in my life.

" Listen, I would not have come if it was not urgent. Please let me talk to him. " I requested.

" Sorry ma'am, he is busy, I can't disturb him at the moment. You should take an appointment, and leave your number with me, I will call you. " She said.

" I am not going without meeting him. " I said firmly.

" In that case, you have to wait, till he is free, then I can ask him again. " She suggested.

" Yeah, fine!" I nodded.

" Please have a seat. " She said politely.

I went to the leather couch and sat down waiting for him to get free.

Even after two hours, he didn't get free to talk to me.

He was doing it deliberately... Just to get his revenge.

If Sanya's happiness was not dependent on him, I would never have come to meet this devil.

" Could you please see if he is free? " I reminded the receptionist again.

" Yeah!! Please wait! " She said and called him again.

" Ms. Jones, he can squeeze out just ten minutes for you, not a minute extra. " She informed me.

Ten minutes are enough to kill that man. I wish I could do it.

" Thank you! Where can I find him? " I asked her politely and she gave me the directions to his cabin.