Who is Marcus Blackwood?
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
Sarah My thoughts were a tangle of confusion as I emerged from the bathing area, freshly changed into new garments. Jane greeted me immediately. “Did you relax?” she asked, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. I noticed the other salon staff shared her embarrassment; one even cleared her throat nervously before slipping into the bath area for cleaning. They must have heard my moans through the thin walls. “D-did you hear it?” I stammered. Jane nodded, her blush deepening. “And everyone else. But don’t let it bother you. What can they do about it, really? Besides, you and Philip are—” “Ex-spouses!” I interjected. Shocks! It was scandalous! That’s when I truly took in Jane’s transformation. “Wow! You look stunning, Jane!” “Really? Thanks! I can’t believe they managed to do something with my hair. I’m happy!” she said, her spirits visibly lifted. Though her eyes were still red from crying, her whole demeanor had brightened. Her hair was now shorter, accentuating her sophisticated a
Sarah Josh strode into the room, his brow furrowed with concern. "Who are those men?" he inquired, his voice laced with curiosity. It was evident he had crossed paths with those troublemakers. "Just a couple of idiots," I retorted, my irritation palpable. He settled onto the couch beside me. "If you managed to come here to the bar, it means you're doing good." "Yes! I wanted to take the medicine I used to rely on during panic attacks, but I resorted to eating instead. I also calm myself down and avoid negative things, focusing on what can help me." Josh's gaze remained fixed on me. "That's good to hear! But what usually triggers your panic attacks?" I met Josh's gaze, unsure if I should disclose the truth. But since I had promised to trust him, I said, "Every time I remember the immense pain from when your boss and I were still married, I feel like I can't breathe, and my vision blurs or darkens. Surprisingly, since I started spending time with Philip, I rarely feel that way. I
Sarah I remembered the day Jakob and I had our conversation through video call, just after I finished arranging my things. It was the day I arrived at Amir's villa from Henderson. The kitchen island where I now stood, nibbling on sliced fruits, was the same spot where our conversation had taken place. Josh came to mind while we discussed my security and other work-related matters. "I'm confused about Josh," I said, thinking I needed to meet him too while staying in Highland Hills. "Josh, who?" Jakob inquired, his fingers halting on the keyboard as he shifted his focus entirely to me. Even at this late hour, he remained dedicated to the BM Technologies office. "Philip's bodyguard. Remember when I asked you to investigate him, and we discovered that his identity records were created only six months ago?" I explained. "Oh, that guy!" Jakob said, finally recalling. "Do you have his photo?" "Why would I have a picture of Josh? And what would you do with it anyway?" "I'll
Sarah Examining the envelope Josh handed me, I mulled over its contents, weighing the likelihood that it was a gesture of help rather than a potential threat. "Could Jane be aware of Megan's ex's identity?" Jakob inquired. "Only Megan knows who that is. I'm not even certain if Philip is aware," I responded. A chime from the gate startled me, my heart still racing from recent revelations. I glanced towards the clock, its hands whispering tales of a time long past midnight. Who, in the dead of night, sought entry at this ungodly hour? "Someone's at the gate. Just a moment!" I informed Jakob. I swiftly navigated to the surveillance feed focused on the gate, surprised by the identity of the figure outside. "What could they possibly want from me?" *** Philip As Sarah finished getting ready, I received a frantic call from Megan. Tears obscured her words, but the urgency was clear: there was a fire. Soon after, Ethan handed me a hospital report confirming the devastating news: Meg