It was early evening. The sun was ready to go down.Scarlette Reddy angrily jerked off the things from the counter.“No… It can never happen.”She was trembling with vexation."Ma'am, if you don't pay by tomorrow evening, they can take you to the court. And your career..." Assistant Mark was interrupted."Shut up.” She shouted.“It won’t happen. He can't do that. He can't get my property and give it to charity." She screamed."But it has happened, now you have nothing left that you can sell and pay those producers."“I have to talk to him."Scarlette Reddy reached Dixon Headquarters. Her tears hadn’t dried yet. When she reached the director's office, she was stopped by the secretary. Yohan Dixon was in the meeting room and would not be available for the next three hours. So, she was asked to wait in the waiting room.For three hours, she kept waiting for the man. When she saw him arriving at his cabin, she rushed to him.“Mr Dixon.”Yohan Dixon stopped and looked at the woman by placin

After talking to the doctor, Rudra Reddy went to the hospital ward where Sara Owen was admitted. He kept standing out of the room, looking at her. Her eyes were closed and she was lying weakly on the bed. Her face was colorless. He placed his palms inside his pockets and sighed deeply. It was true that it had become hard to survive without her. But she was going to be the mother of Yohan Dixon's child. He could understand why a woman decides to be a mother. So, she was deeply into Yohan Dixon. Moreover, she did not inform about it to anyone. She did not abort the child after getting out of Yohan Dixon’s life. It meant she wanted to raise his child alone. Was she such firm and devoted towards Yohan Dixon? Can a compromise be truthful? He had to decide something. After a while, his deep gaze turned clear as if a spark of fresh thought appeared in his mind. Next day, After entering the hotel room, Scarlette Reddy had a look around. She observed a tall, attractive man standing close

From a deep sleep, Sara Owen awoke as though from a nightmare. Her breathing got labored as if she heard him calling her.She took a peek around. She could easily hear her pounding heartbeat in the quiet bedroom. She took a deep breath and put her palm on her constricted chest. He was in Vento city, very far from her. She would no longer hear him. She focused on the enormous wall clock. It was seven o'clock. She had slept longer."Something nourishing needs to be prepared for her because she is not feeling well.""I cooked oatmeal with spinach.""Will she, however, eat porridge?"Sara Owen emerged from the bedroom after hearing a woman and a man conversing. Seeing the beautiful woman, the man and the woman looked at her in shock. But her gaze remained clear as if she knew them already. They both bowed to her, “Good evening, Madam.” “I am cook. Fei.” “I am Susan, the maid.” Susan smiled brightly and came to Sara Owen. “You are very beautiful, Madam.” Sara Owen smiled hesitantly a

Sara Owen felt strange after hearing it. Suddenly, she remembered those days when people around her used to call her madam. That felt good every time. But after getting out of his life, this word felt a bit strange. “I'm Secretary Daisy. Assistant Jacob informed me about your arrival. I was waiting for you only. You are very beautiful.” Sara Owen laughed seeing her politeness, “Thank you.” “Please wait here for a while. I'll get you coffee right now.” “No thanks...” She was in a hurry to leave. “Please ma'am. I would love to serve you. You wait, I will come soon.” Sara Owen was alone in the presidential suite after Secretary Daisy left the table. It would be an insult to say that Rudra Reddy was attending an important meeting so she would have to wait. Daisy was astute. Sara Owen looked down at her white wristwatch. She needed to leave as soon as possible because she had to prepare for the interview. She took up the lunch box and made her way to the cabin. Vento City was the

Yohan Dixon finished his cigarette and threw it away, “You've both made it clear in the media that you're married without getting married. This must have deceived people. But you've forgotten that my rule applies to all of the world's news.” “It should not matter whether my marriage is true or false to you.” She clenched her fists. He glared at her, “It's entirely up to me.” He gave her a suspicious smirk and got into his white car. Sara Owen's heavy chest remained fixed on the speeding car. She had completely forgotten about the interview. He came like a storm and left after raising a torrential downpour in her heart. Sara Owen arrived at the apartment at five o'clock. “Madam…” Susan called her as she approached the bedroom. She went straight into the room and locked the door as if she hadn't heard Susan. She inhaled deeply as she leaned back against the door. Then the inhaling sequence became more rapid, resulting in sobs. Her mouth was covered by a palm, and her left palm reac