“Yohan…” Yohan Dixon sighed deeply. She was uttering his name in her sleep, too. Why did he not think before throwing her out of the villa that she had no one else in this world except him? That night, he could not bear the fact that she was missing her ex-boyfriend. He did not want to believe that she was his wife so only he would be with her. He was so blinded by jealousy that he could not even imagine that she would never lie to him. If he had asked her about her connection with his nephew, she would have told the truth. She never wanted to go to Neel Dixon. She just wanted to be near him, in his safe shadow. If she had sympathy for someone other than him, she would have never called his name unconsciously, would have not looked at him with that pity gaze, would have not pleaded in front of him. After seeing him, hiding in the garbage, the way she called him, spread her arms after looking at him hopefully, wanted to be carried, the way she cried in his arms... Every cell of h

Sara Owen looked at the exquisite decoration around her. He took off his blazer and hang it on the back of his chair. Sara Owen was looking around with amusement. Seeing her facial expressions, he was somewhere satisfied. She liked it. He pulled the chair for him and sat down. The dining table was arranged adjoining the round swimming pool. Low yellow light was reflecting in the room making the atmosphere cozy. Behind her, there was a glass wall from where the whole city was visible. Her white and gorgeous face was sparkling due to the light reflecting from the water which was reaching his heart. He suddenly felt strange. He kept looking at her profoundly and she kept smiling while looking at the attractive interior. That smile was coming out of her heart. This interior was not so special for Yohan Dixon but when he saw Sara Owen happy for such a small thing, he got stuck by her simplicity. A small thing, making her happiest. “Wow!” She finally looked at him with a shining smile.

It had begun to snow. The black car was on its top speed. Sara Owen was looking out the window, forlorn. Yohan Dixon's heart was racing because of her puffy eyes and the abrupt change in her behaviour. He gazed at her when the car stopped in front of the villa. She gradually opened the door and exited. He kept staring at her as she limped to the master bedroom. Something has to do with the swimming pool. She was still frightened. He smoked two cigarettes before making his way to the main bedroom. When he opened the door, she was standing on the balcony, hugging her chest, as if she needed protection. The peach nightgown revealed the precise shapes of her tiny physique. Yohan Dixon walked to the restroom to wash up. The balcony glass was closed, and she was watching the snowstorm with a constricted heart. She had destroyed the moment. He was overjoyed. She was thrilled. But everything had been ruined. She wished to be free of every old memory. Even now, she remained petrified of t

Neel Dixon nodded with a downcast smile, "I know you can't dare. But..." They looked at each other. His eyes were profound. "Will you answer honestly?" Sara Owen nodded, "Are you happy with him?" "Yes, I am." It didn't take long to answer. He swallowed discomfort, "Did you ever like me?" Sara Owen faintly smiled and looked at the fountain. "What was there between us... I don't know. But... What is with him...is... Holy and deep. I didn't feel this way before. This is different. I am feeling like... I am not able to live without him. I can't leave him. I can't breathe without him." She raised her sparkling eyes and looked at Neel Dixon with a gentle smile. "Whatever was between us... Being with him made me forget everything." Neel Dixon could see a ray of emotion in her beautiful eyes. She was not lying. The truth that he was seeing in her eyes, this truth had never deceived him. Going far away, today, he felt that Sara Owen had never lied to him. She had a gleam in her eyes fo

“Sir… Sir… Please forgive us. Please let us go. Please… No… No…” Three men hanging downward in the middle of the room were urging him to leave but he kept smoking coldly in front of them. He didn’t care how harshly they were beaten up and how loudly they were screaming. All he wanted was to listen to the truth. His long legs were wrapped under well-stitched black pants and his white shirt was stuck to his masculine body revealing his abs. Long neck and perfect collarbone were peeking out of the collar and a golden chain was sparking arrogantly. The sleeves of the white shirt were half folded and a palm was inside the pocket of his pants. His eyes were red and dark, yes, he was drunk. So, he was toxic. Thumpers panted and looked at him hopefully as they were tired and wanted some air to inhale. But it seemed that this man had decided to kill those roughnecks. “Sir… They will die.” Assistant Nolan looked at the back of the ruthless president and dared to speak. “If they wanted to sur