INICIAR SESIÓNThis is not your regular arranged marriage love story. It is layered, intense, and rooted in an emotional journey. This story contains mature themes and complex characters. The female lead is not weak, nor is she waiting to be saved—she is on her own journey, growing through pain, survival, and strength. If you’re looking for a light-hearted love story with cliché romance and guaranteed happy endings, this one might not be for you. __________________________________ Sarah Darrell always longed for a simple life. But life never played fair. Scarred by an abusive childhood and teenage years marked by cruelty from her stepmother and stepsister, Sarah made a choice—to leave behind her city, her home, and her so-called family. Five years later, at 26, she returns to New York City as a strong, independent woman to take over her late mother’s company and fulfil her last wish. Adrian Parker, is the magnetic CEO of the world’s leading tech empire. He’s sharp, composed, and devastatingly handsome. Unlike other billionaires, Adrian believes in loyalty, and his heart is set on marrying Jessica, the woman he’s built a life with. But fate has other plans. When Sarah and Adrian cross paths, their worlds shift in ways neither of them expected.
Ver másSarah POVThe first thing I remember after the blur of hard work is the sound. Not the chaos of moved quickly footsteps, no longer Alessandro’s steady, grounding voice urging me thru every contraction, no longer even the ragged cries torn from my personal throat, however hers.A small, fragile cry that appeared too sensitive to pierce the air, and yet it did, slicing via the haze of ache and exhaustion with a clarity that rooted itself into my heart. The room, the nurses, the machines, it all fell away till there was handiest that sound, after which the weight of her in opposition to my chest.A daughter.Our daughter.The phrases tumbled through my mind, as if pronouncing them silently might by hook or by crook make them greater actual. I bear in mind the warmth of her tiny frame, damp with start, pressed against my skin, the way her fists clenched and unclenched like she become already accomplishing for the world.My world.Hours later, the frenzy of the transport room is lengthy go
Sarah POVThe world tilted and blurred in a hurry of mild and movement the instant Alessandro scooped me into his fingers. His grip turned into firm, nearly fierce, as even though he should protect me from the hurricane tearing through my body. I should see the stress in his jaw, the muscle there flexing tight with determination.His lips brushed in opposition to my hairline, and his voice got here low and constant, an anchor cutting through the haze of ache.“Hold on, amore. Just breathe. I’ve got you.”Another contraction ripped through me, sharper and deeper than the last, tightening across my stomach like iron bands. A strangled cry escaped my throat, and instinctively I clutched at his shoulder, my nails biting into the material of his shirt.He didn’t recoil, he did his best and held me nearer, his stride brief and functional as he carried me down the steps.The hallway stretched before us, but all I could consciousness on have been the 2 small figures frozen at the bottom of th
Sarah POVFew months LaterThe morning light spread across the curtains, warm and gold coloring all it touched with a soft gleam. From the kitchen, the air carried a faint smell of fresh coffee mixing with the clean linen scent of the sheets.I moved against the pillows set behind me, a hand falling upon the round curve of my belly. The baby stirred beneath my touch, a flutter that told me someone was there.Sometimes I could not believe this was my life. For years, I lived in fear. My body held unseen bruises as it held scars no one else saw. Mornings such as this felt impossible, like something for other people. But here, in this house, surrounded by safety, laughter along with love, I felt as if life had been written anew for me, every page inked in second chances.Alessandro had been near all morning fretting over whether I should get out of bed.His protective side.Before he could swoop in, a smaller figure darted forward. With a serious look on his three-year-old face, went to
Sarah POVTwo yearsIt’s odd how those words feel impossibly long yet painfully short at the same time. It's been two years of our marraige, since Alessandro and I stood together, with our hearts shaking but steady, and promised forever. At that time, forever felt so fragile, Something I dreaded was life breaking apart as it had so many times previously. And now we sit here every day laughing, with our boys turning our lives in a fairy tale. When I woke up that morning, I felt a small but heavy weight of Gabriel on us, and his hand was wrapped around Alesandro's shirt, which he was clutch as he always used to do when he used to enter bed at night. Across the room, Elias slept well in his cradle, her little chest rises and falls completely, with a little sound of breath in the cool.I then looked at Alesandro because he lay there, and my heart melted because he was resting in sleep, holding some morning light with the right masculine dark stubble on his jaw. Even after everything we h
Sarah POVThe air at Ester and Noah’s home felt softer that day, touched with something holy, something fragile. Man, the whole place just felt... alive, you know? Like something electric had buzzed into the walls. That weird mix of warm milk, lavender soap, and this sugary hint, yeah, it just hung
Sarah POVThe drive home from Ester and Noah’s house had been a glowing blur of headlights, laughter hanging around me like perfume. The warmth of their place, and of people around it who loved them, stayed with me long after we had left and were walking out into the coolness of the night.My cheek
Sarah POVThe apartment had grown quieter in Alessandro’s absence. Not silent, Gabriel’s cheerful babbles and Elias’s toddler mischief made sure of that, but a softer quiet. A feminine quiet. For two days now, it had been just me, Ester, and the boys, cocooned in our own little bubble of womanhood,
Sarah POVThe after-sun peeked through the sheer curtains, painting our bedroom with a soft golden hue. I still stirred gently beneath the covers as our wedding night's dreamy haze still wrapped me. My fingers instinctively found Alessandro’s side of the couch still warm, but empty.Alessandro arri












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