Every morning, it is said, brings new energy with it. This energy helps to heal some of the wounds of the past. The beautiful morning had already passed, and the sun was on its way to the brow. It was eleven in the morning. Sara Owen awoke from a deep sleep in the arms of an intimately acquainted masculine man. The man's virile aroma brought her back to the present. As she felt pain between her legs, she swallowed saliva. Last night was horrible. She inhaled smoke and a strong smell of alcohol along with the manly aroma. It made her shiver because he was already awake and…drunk a lot. “Sleep more.” Sara Owen finally regretted hearing his hoarse voice. Her head was lying on his bare chest and he had wrapped his arm around her thin waist clutching her closer. An arm was lying beneath his head as he was gripping a cigarette looking straight at the ceiling. He hadn’t slept after having sex with her. He kept drinking and smoking while having the woman in his arms. It happened after a

After a long day, Sara Owen emerged from Dixon headquarters and found Rudra Reddy standing in front of her. Sara Owen's nerves were frayed the moment she saw him. His deep gaze softened when he saw the thin and beautiful woman approaching him. This was an unusual fact. When he saw her approaching him, his heart was overjoyed, but sadness had wrapped its cloak around it because he knew she would never be with him. For a while, he ignored the pain in his stomach and focused on her lovely face. “You are here.” Her sweet voice reached into his ears, pulling him into the present. “I've come to see someone.” His fervent gaze revealed his sadness. “Don’t tell me you are here to pick someone?” Her humor made him smile. He nodded, “Let’s go.” In a pleasant restaurant, Sara Owen was reading the menu and Rudra Reddy was looking at her with his deep gaze. He knew that this woman had only kept her husband in her heart, and she was unable to remove the mask of sadness that accompanied the se

Bruno Dixon sat in an armchair by the bedroom's French window, staring out the window at the growing darkness. Only then did his wife enter the room, and her gaze was drawn to her husband, who was still waiting sadly for his nephew as always. She approached her husband with a shawl, placed it on his torso, and sat beside him. “You're still waiting for him, who hasn't arrived in this villa after for months.” Natalie expressed her sadness. “What should he do? I had told him not to come without Sara. But I didn't realise how much he would be missed.” “You know him.” “Yes, I know he will obey me until he brings Sara. But, I miss him terribly.” Natalie slowly placed her palm on his thigh and they looked at each other. “He broke up with Samira. She pretended to die in order to conceal her pregnancy. It is fortunate that Ricky came to know the truth.” “As far as I know him, he knew the truth from the moment he found Samira.” “Maybe. He is smart. He can do anything. But, one more news

It was eleven o’clock. The night was freezing and dark. The elegant black car was parked in front of the October villa. The tall and handsome man was smoking in the driver's seat and the pretty woman was sleeping beside him. He had become a chain smoker, but he had a deeper addiction to his wife than it. He could go a minute without a cigarette but not a minute without his wife. Even though he was a tough businessman and ruthless person to the rest of the world, he wanted to be the best person in the world for his wife. He threw away the cigarette and gazed at his sleeping wife, who resembled a princess in every way. He had no idea how many men liked this woman all over the world. She had captured hearts of many men with her beauty and innocence, according to some. But she had no idea how mercilessly she had melted his heart. When he raised his strong palm and touched his wife's soft cheek, peace spread throughout his restless mind, and all his troubles buried somewhere. This woman

A little red box was placed in her bag, but her eyes sparkled as if the box was right in front of her. She got a priceless gift for her husband, using all her savings. Tonight, she planned to give him the gift and express her love. She'd been hiding this truth for days, and her heart felt bruised. She wanted to tell him she loved him, no matter if he would accept it or not. Encouraging the fire in her heart seemed pointless now, as it only burned her when it came in front of him. Sara, lost in her thoughts, was interrupted by the bell signalling the end of her classes. She had to go home. Excitement built as she assumed her husband had come to pick her up. He'd be waiting at the entrance. Trying to contain her excitement, she arrived and saw a gorgeous black car parked there, giving her chills. Seeing him patiently waiting made her heart race. Taking a step forward, she controlled her eyes and tried to hide her blushing face. As Yohan Dixon, saw her approaching, he seemed to breathe e