Sarah I could not resist the intoxicating sensations coursing through me as Philip's gentle caresses danced across my skin. His lips, the soft breath escaping them, and the gentle caress igniting every nerve ending on my skin all conspired to engulf my consciousness. "Sarah..." His voice, whispering my name, stirred me further. Just as I leaned in toward him, Megan's voice pierced through the air, shattering the moment like icy water dousing a flame. "Move! I want to see Philip! Why won't you let Philip out?" Megan's demand reverberated through the living room. "Damn it!" Philip's frustration was palpable as he retreated to the bed. "I'll handle the commotion outside." "Send Megan back to the hotel if you want to avoid trouble," I interjected casually, turning away from Philip. Confusion and turmoil waged a fierce battle within me. I reluctantly acknowledge the persistent ember of affection that smolders in the depths of my heart for Philip, an affection I thought extin
Philip "Wait, what?" Ethan's call took me by surprise as he relayed that Sarah was at Highland Hills with bodyguard Josh. I'm puzzled because Alex got reassurance from Josh that everything was fine. He's supposedly with Sarah—unless they're both in Highland Hills. "Yeah, I saw Sarah. She didn't notice me; she seemed preoccupied with work. She was at the coffee shop with your bodyguard," Ethan added. My fist tightened with frustration. That woman is brazenly pushing boundaries with every step she takes. "I also found out why she's here. Apparently, she had some medication checked at the laboratory," Ethan explained. "Medication?" I furrowed my brow in confusion. "Yes. I'm unsure whose medication it is or why she chose to have it checked here in Highland Hills when there are larger hospitals in Henderson. Maybe the medication originated from here?" Ethan speculated. I massaged my temples, feeling the onset of a pounding headache courtesy of Sarah's antics. Damn it! The
Sarah "Is it true? Are you suffering from depression?" Philip inquired, his concern palpable in his voice. Caught off guard, I grappled with how to respond. What aspect of his question should I address first? Yes, I had battled depression, a struggle exacerbated by the profound loss of my baby—a loss for which I held the Cornell Family responsible. Yet, the medical diagnosis I received was heart failure. "See? I told you she's unstable! Ending your relationship with Sarah was the right decision, Philip. Your presidential aspirations can't afford such complications," Madam Cornell interjected, her tone laced with disdain. Anger trembled within me as I turned to meet Madam Cornell's gaze, then Philip's. "Mr. Cornell, it's better to heed your mother's advice. Ms. Mitchell appears to be in an unstable state," the doctor interjected, fueling the already tense situation. Philip's response was curt and dismissive, further igniting my resolve. "Am I asking for your opinion?" he sn
Philip I missed Sarah's presence in our villa—that's what I was certain of. While I was conversing with Ethan over the phone in the library, Sarah was taking a bath in our room. All her clothes were still neatly arranged, ensuring she wouldn't encounter any inconvenience. Ethan began his explanation, "I conducted a small investigation into Dr. Morgan. I needed to apply some pressure to get him to talk... Last year, Mr. Amir Benner took Sarah to Dr. Morgan's clinic in Dubai for a check-up. Months later, Dr. Morgan received two offers—one from Mr. Benner's girlfriend, Jessica Woods, and the other from Serena Blake. "Dr. Morgan opted to accept Serena Blake's offer to manipulate Sarah's medication... Your ex-wife was grappling with panic attacks and severe depression. Yet, Dr. Morgan erroneously diagnosed her with a heart condition. It appears Sarah may have become reliant on the medication. It would be advisable for you to bring her to my clinic tomorrow. I'll arrange for her to
Sarah Josh's face greeted me as I regained consciousness, finding myself already on the bed with the IV line removed from my arm. It hung empty, prompting my fearful inquiry, "What did you inject me with?" "It's a sedative to calm you down," Josh replied, his tone soothing yet tinged with concern. Alex stood behind him, his expression solemn, bearing witness to the tense exchange. "I sacrificed my job to save you. I hope you won't think badly of me," Josh explained earnestly. "Are you okay, Madam Sarah?" Assistant Alex interjected, unable to withstand his silence. "Leave me alone with Josh," I demanded, gaze piercing through the room, fixating on Philip's bodyguard. The assistant hesitated, apprehensive of the implications. "I can't do that! I'll be accountable to Boss Philip!" My frustration boiled over, directed squarely at Alex. "Damn you, Alex! Philip just jeopardized my life, and you dare to prioritize his demands over my safety! I have no relationship with Philip
Sarah Engaging in debates with Philip is so draining that I'd rather maintain silence. I have my workload to focus on, and I'm not up for conversing with him. Yet, upon entering Philip's private office, I was swept back in time. Memories of the betrayal resurfaced when he cheated on his secretary. 'Sara, you need to let go,' I reminded myself, attempting to purge those memories and the accompanying anguish. Seating myself on the couch opposite his expansive desk, I set up my laptop on the coffee table, focusing on anything but Philip's presence in the room. After a few minutes, Philip broke the silence. "Anything you need?" he inquired. "I need you to arrange my return to Henderson." He brushed off my request, instead instructing his assistant, "Please fetch your Madam's favorite snack." Meanwhile, a message popped up from Jakob. Jakob: So, you're planning to stay in Highland Hills? Me: Yes! My insane ex-husband is dead set on keeping me here. Boarding a plane feels imp
Sarah Madam Cornell's hand met Philip's uncle's cheek with a resounding slap, her anger palpable as she vehemently denied his accusations. "Liar! You dare to accuse me just because you hear that I'm siding with you! Philip, didn't it even occur to you that Sarah's evidence might be fake? She's a manipulating schemer! She'll stoop to any level just to evade accountability and worm her way back into our family!" Madam Cornell's words dripped with venom as she defended herself. I could only shake my head in disbelief at her outburst. "Madam Cornell, do you think I'm a magician? Did I suddenly conjure up evidence in such a short time?" Megan stepped forward, attempting to mediate. "Philip, trust—" Philip yanked his arm away from Megan's grasp, his eyes blazing with fury. "There's a surveillance camera in that conference room. We'll eventually uncover the truth behind the evidence I presented." Philip ground his teeth as he confronted his uncle. "You're fired! You're not contr
Sarah Philip massaged his temples, a sign of growing confusion. "Do you really believe I impregnated my secretary?" That's correct! But I'm not interested in entertaining Philip any longer. I need to distance myself from him; he and his family are giving me a headache. "Boss..." Assistant Alex murmured into my ex-husband's ear. Philip's expression soured as he absorbed the news. I was taken aback when Philip grabbed my arm, pulling me along. "Where are we going?" I asked, bewildered. Ignoring my inquiries, Philip seized my arm and led me down a narrow path flanked by dense bushes. The absence of other souls suggested seclusion. Dim lights intermittently dotted the path, casting eerie shadows. With each step, my confusion deepened, and I became clueless about Philip's destination. "Philip, what's going on? Where are we headed?" I couldn't contain my unease. "Shhh. We're at LM's Garden. Keep quiet," Philip whispered. "Not a sound, not even a rustle." His respon