Sarah Philip cast a glance at the pink car tailing us. "Hmm... Who could that be?" he inquired calmly. "I'm not sure," I responded, stepping on the accelerator. I noticed the pink car matching our speed, confirming my suspicion that it was tailing us. "Do you have a lot of enemies you can't even recognize who's trailing us?" he queried once more. "It's as if you're implying I have a bad attitude," I retorted, pressing harder on the gas pedal. That pink car wouldn't outmaneuver me when it came to driving. Philip extracted his cellphone from his pocket, dialing Assistant Alex's number. "I need answers, now. Find out who owns that car with the license plate..." He recited the plate number to Alex. I sped on, the adrenaline coursing through my veins, until the pink car vanished from view, swallowed by the twists and turns of the road. Three agonizing minutes later, Philip's phone buzzed with a response. "According to Alex, the owner of that pink car is Jessica Woods," Philip annou
Philip In the quiet embrace of the Henderson night, nestled amidst the desert's whispers, lies the serene sanctuary of the Henderson Memorial Clinic. Bathed in the gentle glow of moonlight, its modern façade exudes a tranquil aura, inviting those needing healing to find solace within its walls. I'm trailing behind the two bodyguards as we walk down the hallway toward the ward where Nurse Samantha Hayes is assigned. She's the same nurse assigned to the OB-Gyne department when my mother brought Sarah last year while in Highland Hills. "Excuse me, we're looking for Nurse Samantha Hayes," one of my bodyguards addressed the nurse at the station. The nurse eyed us with suspicion, likely due to our imposing presence. "May I inquire as to who they are?" she questioned, her tone wary. With a reassuring smile, my bodyguard responded, "My mother was hospitalized last year, and Nurse Hayes took care of her. It was in Highland Hills. We just wanted to check in on her at my mother's request."
Sarah As I stirred awake, the room enveloped me in a shroud of darkness, leaving me momentarily disoriented. Recollections trickled back, reminding me of my recent journey with Philip to this hotel, shadowed by Jessica’s persistent pursuit in her unmistakable pink vehicle. My gaze fell upon Philip, seated on the couch as I exited the bedroom. A dim light illuminated his figure, casting shadows that danced across his troubled features. Is he drinking? Heavy with sorrow, his eyes met mine as I approached, his silent inquiry hanging palpably in the air. "Why keep the truth from me?" he asked. Confusion clouded my thoughts, grappling with the weight of his accusation. "What truth?" He responded to my inquiry about the baby, our child, the infant I had been grieving for until this moment. As I sifted through memories, myriad thoughts crossed my mind, but one remained etched in my heart. “Don’t you know? You saw my pregnancy report, Philip! You even asked your mother…” My voi
Sarah Trey swiftly positioned himself in front of me, shielding my trembling form from Jessica's wrath. The liquid Jessica had flung splattered onto his broad back, emitting an ominous wisp of smoke, indicating that the bottle's contents were anything but ordinary. Jessica's eyes widened with fury. "Why did you intervene? You fool!" she spat at Trey. Fear rippled through me, a shiver tracing down my spine as I grasped the gravity of Jessica's unraveling demeanor. "Madam Sarah, keep your distance from that woman! She's not herself," Trey warned with urgency, lacing his words. Hastily, he shed his jacket, a precaution against the unknown substance Jessica had hurled. Only then did I spot the lingering splatters marring his frame, a stark reminder of the danger. "You're stupid! I will kill that bitch!" Jessica seethed, her fury propelling her toward me, but in that instant, all I wanted was to strike her with whatever was within reach. Closing the distance between us, I delivered
Philip Marcus Blackwood is..." Sarah started. "The man my mother had an affair with," Amir continued, his voice strained with tension. "He's dangerous!" But his words only left me more perplexed. "What connection does he have to Sarah? And why would Jessica claim Marcus poses a threat to her life?" Sarah and Amir exchanged significant glances. "He's my biological father!" Sarah revealed, her expression tight. "I don't understand why you confided in Jessica about Marcus," she probed, directing her statement at Amir. As I pieced together the puzzle, my brow furrowed. Could it be that the bond between Amir and Sarah stemmed from their intertwined family histories—Amir's mother's involvement with Marcus Blackwood, who happened to be Sarah's father? "I'm sorry. I confided in Jess because I thought she'd be my wife. I thought she'd become part of the Benner Family," Amir explained. Sarah trembled with fury, her emotions palpable. "All of you, just leave!" she commanded, striding
Sarah I noticed Megan emerge from her vehicle and halt before Amir's villa's gate, her presence as unwelcome as a vulture at a feast. 'What does this woman want now?' Activating my security system, I strode to the gate; my curiosity piqued yet tempered with disdain. "Yes?" I inquired, meeting her gaze. Her face was a mask of contempt. "So, it's true then? You've taken up residence in this villa near Serenity Pines Estate! Why? Because you want to be close to Philip?" She crossed her arms. I allowed a sweet smile to curve my lips. "Megan, I live here to stay away from Philip. If I wanted to be close to him, I'd live in Serenity Pines Estate, specifically in his bed." Her fury was palpable. "You're shameless! Since Philip broke up with you, now you're seducing Mr. Benner! Are you his bedmate now that Philip is ignoring you?" I rolled my eyes, weariness and amusement mingling. "Honestly, I'm more surprised you're the one paying attention to me. What do you want?" "Philip is mine!
Sarah While we stood outside the salon, Jane responded to my comment, "My brother has too much on his plate, Sarah. He was scolded by our father yesterday when he visited the mansion." "Huh? Why?" I asked, confused. I had been preoccupied with work alongside Jakob and had no idea about Philip's daily life. "It's because the board members and some supporters of Luminary Productions already know you two have separated. Brother Philip has often brought Megan to various business events and social occasions for the past year. The public seems to think they're in a relationship. Dad wants to make that news official to protect Brother Philip's image with our business associates. Madam Cornell also pushed this to validate Philip and Megan's status." "Few people know you are married to Brother Philip. From the beginning, others assumed Megan was married to the Cornells. Brother Philip has been under immense stress but hasn't shown it. I don't want to add to the problem, Sarah." A thought
Sarah Philip's touch ignited a cascade of sensations. His fingertips, tracing every curve of my body, transported me to a realm where only he and I existed. I gasped, clutching his arm as I melted against his solid frame, relishing the intimate caress of his fingers trailing down my abdomen, slipping beneath the delicate fabric of my thong. "Sarah, you have a way of driving me wild like this. I thrive on the impossible, my thoughts in a haze. All I desire is to claim you," Philip murmured, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine as he explored the depths of my intimacy. His gaze smoldered with desire, yet there was an undeniable depth to his affection. At this moment, trust flowed freely between us, permitting him to explore every inch of my being. A series of soft moans escaped my lips as his touch teased my most vulnerable places, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. "Philip! Aah…" I gasped, biting my lip to stifle the sounds threatening to escape as he expertl