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Liam pulled Sara into his protective embrace, his eyes hardening as he leveled a frigid gaze at his grandmother. "Grandmother, Sara is my woman. I ask that you show her the respect she deserves." Madam Martin remained unimpressed, her critical eyes sweeping over Sara like she was inspecting flawed merchandise. "The girl has a 'thin fate' written all over her face. Small-minded and fragile—hardly the stature required for the mistress of this house. But since you’ve made your choice, I won’t waste my breath. I’ll head to the temple tomorrow to consult the monks and pick an auspicious date for your union."

"You can't possibly not understand what I mean. You must have opened your phone and seen the news that's spreading on social media tonight. It's about Catherine and her pimple—" Svarga laughed, almost choking. "So you're mad just because of that?" "Just? You say just—" "Arsila, you must know, Catherine is a professional model. Her face and body are known to be incredibly beautiful, and you consider a pimple on her face to be our loss? Ah, you should know... people out there really appreciate and love Catherine because she is so humble." Arsila felt cornered; she hated hearing someone praise Catherine as bluntly as Svarga did. Catherine was unbeatable in everything, especially the Chandra nam

Lisa : I invited you because we want to know what employees thinking, you don't need advice us. Zayn : why? Actually it's good idea. I like it too, let's do that if no objections. Lisa : but Zayn... Zayn : the meeting is over, good jop Sara. Then everyone congratulate her and left meeting room. Lisa : damn I thought everyone laugh about her. But everyone congratulate her. How dare she... Sara you just wait and watch me. I'll show you who I am. (Evening At movie theatre)

“Compared to Sarah, you’re much more beautiful, capable, smarter, genuine, and kinder. Moreover, you have a better family background and a hotter figure. You beat her in all aspects. It’s normal for him to develop feelings after being with such an excellent person every day.” “What you said… seems quite reasonable.” Freya was overwhelmed by Catherine’s words. “I really am quite an excellent person. I almost forgot how exceptional I am.” “That’s because you’ve been at home taking care of your child for a long time. Also, what happened with Patrick and Thomas caused you to lose confidence.”

Gift! The document was not related to any investment. It was actually an offer letter, offering Sara Owen a job in Yohan's business as the Chief of the IT department. This was a significant decision made by Yohan, as he had immense trust in Sara's abilities and believed she was the perfect fit for the position. He had intended to give her this gift on the day of her graduation to celebrate her accomplishments.

She did. And then she walked toward the front. Sara stood at the podium, hands steadying on the sides. Her voice came out clear, surprising even her. “We found that the major challenge wasn’t technological limitations, but the human tendency to resist unfamiliar tools…” Slides shifted. She gestured effortlessly. Her confidence grew, thread by thread. Words came easily. The audience followed her every point. At one moment, she even glanced sideways and found Alaric watching her with a kind of quiet pride. Not the boastful kind. Not the patronizing kind. A genuine, grounded admiration.

“Tera is so excited. I can’t believe I haven’t driven her in so long.” Elena shook her head. “I still can’t get used to you referring to your car like a person.” “She’s my second baby.” Elena frowned. “Second? Who’s the first?” “Mia. My cat.” Elena’s eyes widened. “You have a cat?” “Yes.” Sara smiled. “Want to see a picture?” “Please.” Sara reached for her phone on the passenger seat, tapped on it for a moment and handed it over. “Isn’t she gorgeous? She can be too sassy for her own good but she’s the cutest fur baby ever.”

“We already sent the men to St. Joe like you said.” I stopped pacing.St. Joe. A distraction. A test. A trap. And Ricci still didn’t fall for it. Rafe cleared his throat. “Boss… what’s next? What’s Plan C?” I stared at him. Plan C. I didn’t have one. Not yet. Because none of this made sense. Ricci wasn’t smart enough to outmaneuver me. He never had been. He was muscle, not mind. Luck, not strategy. And Sara...Sara had been scared of her own shadow when she was a teenager. Quiet. Shy. Shaking if someone raised their voice. She wasn’t supposed to be a problem. She wasn’t supposed to be anything. So how the hell did she outplay me?

you. My heart belongs to Jess." Sara's sobs grew louder, and she clung to me tightly. "No, Jay, please don't say that. I'll do anything, just don't leave me." I felt a pang of guilt and sympathy for her, but I knew that I couldn't give in to her demands. I had to be strong and firm, no matter how hard it was. I held Sara at arm's length, looking into her tear-stained face. "Sara, please listen to me," I said, my voice gentle but firm. "You deserve so much better than me. I'm not good for you, and I'll only hold you back." Sara's eyes welled up with tears again, but I could see the faintest glimmer of understanding in them. "I know it's hard to let go, but trust me, you'll be better off with

The week passed quickly. Sara went outside the academy ground donned in her usual reddish gym suit. She had left eight hundred Credits to Ivor and used again the Sulfur domain to make sure that she had increased her power as much as possible. She had only one thousand and six hundred Credits and twenty merit points left, she was in need of the rewards of the mission. However, her headache had vastly diminished in intensity which left her pleasantly surprised. 'I should really pay more attention to the faculties of the academy.'