Sabrina Vaz

Après un accident dévastateur planifié par son mari, Gareth, Seraphina Westbrook se réveille et retrouve sa vie en ruine. Trahie, abandonnée et présumée morte, elle est sauvée et reçoit une nouvelle identité : Sabrina. Alors qu’elle découvre la vérité derrière la froide ambition de Gareth et son complot visant à revendiquer sa fortune, elle découvre l’étendue de sa manipulation et de sa trahison. Le cœur brisé mais la détermination plus forte que jamais, Sabrina revient impertinente, prête à reprendre le contrôle. Faisant équipe avec l'ex-frère aîné de Gareth, Alistair, le véritable héritier de Westvale Corporation, Sabrina entame une mission calculée visant à démanteler l'empire de Gareth de l'intérieur. Alistair, un homme avec ses propres motivations cachées, devient à la fois un allié et une tentation qu'elle a du mal à ignorer. Ensemble, ils se lancent dans un jeu aux enjeux élevés de vengeance, de tromperie et de pouvoir. Mais alors que Sabrina combat les fantômes de son passé, elle doit décider si faire confiance à Alistair sera son salut ou sa chute.

Anong mas masakit—ang mawalan ng anak o ang makitang masaya siyang inabandona ng sariling ama? Para kay Sabrina, isang hiling lang ng anak niyang si Eliza bago ang operasyon: makasama ang ama nito sa birthday niya. Pero sa halip na saya, iniwan siyang naghihintay... hanggang sa sumuka ng dugo at tuluyang lumisan. Ngayon, habang yakap ang abo ng anak, pinanood niyang binuhos ni Elijah ang pagmamahal sa anak niya sa ibang babae. Ngunit paano kung isang araw, bumalik si Elijah na parang walang nangyari—nakangiti, walang bahid ng pagsisisi? Mananatili bang tahimik si Sabrina, o oras na para iparamdam sa kanya kung anong pakiramdam ng maiwan sa huling sandali?

« Ne préférerais-tu pas que ton enfant m’appelle “papa” plutôt que lui ? » murmura-t-il, son souffle brûlant contre son oreille. « Je peux ruiner Philip et te garder, si tu me le permets. » Sabrina Merritt pensait avoir une vie parfaite… jusqu’à la nuit où elle surprit son mari et sa propre sœur dans une trahison qu’aucune femme ne devrait jamais voir. Humiliée, abandonnée et dépouillée de tout — y compris de son indépendance — Sabrina n’a plus qu’une seule mission : protéger l’enfant qu’elle porte. Mais lorsqu’un accident sur une route sombre la met face à Tyrone Sterling, avocat impitoyable et ennemi juré de Philip, son monde vacille à nouveau. Tyrone ne se contente pas de lui offrir du réconfort : il lui propose un marché dangereux. Il la protégera, subviendra à ses besoins et revendiquera même son enfant comme le sien… mais à une condition : qu’elle reste à ses côtés et devienne l’arme dont il a besoin pour détruire son mari. Sabrina sait qu’il est dangereux de se livrer à un homme comme Tyrone, mais elle ne peut ignorer la brûlure de son toucher ni la paix étrange qu’apporte sa présence. Il est pouvoir, danger et tentation… et pourtant, dans ses bras, ses cauchemars s’éteignent enfin. Car, entre guerre et désir, Sabrina découvre en lui la part manquante d’elle-même — et Tyrone réalise que la seule chose plus redoutable que sa vengeance, c’est son désir pour elle.

Kopi dan Susu. Saat sendiri, mereka memiliki ciri khas mereka masing-masing. Kopi, cenderung pahit sedikit getir dan susu cenderung manis. Saat mereka berkolaborasi, rasa baru terbentuk dari percampuran kedua ciri khas mereka. Reyhan Malik Narendra, seorang direktur muda, yang mewarisi perusahaan Ayahnya, bersifat kaku, tidak banyak bicara, terlebih terhadap perempuan. Sabrina Eka Maharani, seorang jobseeker yang sudah dua tahun berjuang mencari pekerjaan demi menutup mulut tetangga yang menggunjing 'percuma kuliah tinggi-tinggi kalau nggak kerja' Takdir Tuhan menuntun Sabrina masuk ke perusahaan Reyhan, mantan kekasihnya saat di bangku SMA yang paling menyebalkan! Bagai kopi susu, kolaborasi mereka diperlukan saat perusahaan yang dipimpin oleh Reyhan menghadapi suatu masalah besar yang mengancam hidup mati-nya perusahaan Bagaimana cara mereka menekan ego masing-masing dan bekerja sama untuk menyelamatkan perusahaan ?

Sabrina is a human who runs from her abusive ex and finds strength for her child. She runs into a world she doesn’t know or understand with a new possessive rich lover. She has a lot to learn about the expectations of her as the woman in Alpha Sol’s life. What does it mean to be Luna?

Sabrina se gabava de conseguir desarmar bombas de olhos fechados, por pura intuição. O resultado foi um erro de julgamento que ativou o programa de detonação secundária da bomba. Eu intervi em caráter de emergência, salvando todo o prédio com o perigoso método de condensação por nitrogênio líquido. Sabrina, por sua vez, foi afastada da linha de frente e suspensa para observação. Meu marido, Lindomar, quis defendê-la, mas eu o impedi com firmeza. — Se você a defender agora, não só não conseguirá salvá-la, como também será suspenso junto com ela! Sabrina não aguentou a pressão e forjou um acidente para se matar com uma explosão. Deixou apenas uma carta. Na carta, ela acusava Lindomar: [Quando eu mais precisei de você, você escolheu se proteger.] Lindomar não disse nada. Apenas guardou a carta como um tesouro em seu escritório. Anos depois, Lindomar já era um especialista em desarmamento de explosivos de renome nacional. Durante um ataque terrorista, fui capturada e equipada com uma bomba-relógio. Ele veio pessoalmente ao local para desarmá-la, mas, na minha frente, replicou a mesma técnica falha que Sabrina usara anos antes. Ele olhou para a contagem regressiva e sorriu para mim. — Veja, ela só estava nervosa. Se eu a tivesse ajudado naquele ano, agora ela seria uma heroína! Então a bomba explodiu, e não restou nada de mim. Quando abri os olhos novamente, eu havia retornado ao momento em que ele se preparava para defender Sabrina. Ele não sabia que, naquele prédio, estava guardado o servidor central com os maiores segredos de estado do país.

By our sixth year of marriage, Derrick hadn't touched me in three months. Said he was swamped at work. Always tired. After everything, I still believed him. Then on my birthday, I caught his friend talking in Garmenian—a language Derrick didn't think I understood. "You cut off the side piece yet? You were with her nonstop. Surprised you didn't drop dead. Your wife cool with that?" Derrick let out a smoke ring. "Haven't touched Audrey in months. Sabrina's insane in bed—I'm not over her yet. Sucks she got pregnant. Audrey doesn't want kids, so I gave Sabrina some cash. She'll have the baby overseas." My hands curled into fists. Silent tears streamed down my face. He glanced over, nervous. "What's wrong?" I smiled. "The cake you made is amazing. I'm really touched." It was sweet—but when you understand Garmenian, all you taste is betrayal.

Mon ami d'enfance m'avait promis de m'épouser dès que nous serions en âge, mais le jour de mon mariage, c'était à ma demi-sœur Sabrina Hugh qu'il avait passé la bague au doigt. Ce jour-là, Victor Lozé, l'héritier redouté de la mafia, était intervenu comme un chevalier blanc. Devant toute l'assistance, il avait déclaré m'aimer en secret depuis des années. Durant nos cinq années de mariage, il exauçait chacun de mes souhaits, même les plus futiles. J'étais persuadée d'être le centre de son univers... Cette certitude s'est brisée net le jour où, en époussetant sa bibliothèque, j'ai découvert un dossier ultra-confidentiel. La première page portait le nom de Sabrina, surmonté de l'inscription en gros caractères rouges : « PRIORITÉ ABSOLUE ». Il était suivi d'un rapport de mission que je connaissais trop bien : il détaillait la nuit où l'on avait tenté de m'assassiner. Je l'avais échappé belle après une hémorragie qui avait failli m'emporter. À mon réveil à l'hôpital, on m'avait appris que j'avais perdu un enfant, un être dont j'avais ignoré jusqu'à l'existence. J'avais sangloté dans les bras de Victor, sans lui révéler cette perte. Je ne voulais pas l'inquiéter davantage. Aujourd'hui, je comprenais tout : Sabrina avait aussi été attaquée cette nuit-là, et mon mari avait donné cet ordre : « Sauvez Sabrina d'abord. » Mes larmes maculaient l'encre jusqu'à la rendre illisible. « Très bien », ai-je murmuré dans le silence, la voix tremblante mais résolue, « si ce mariage n'est qu'un mensonge, alors je disparaîtrai de ta vie. Pour toujours. »

My fated mate, Sebastian Grant, was the most brilliant healer on the continent. Specializing in treating wolfsbane, he had saved countless of our kind. To everyone else, he was a miracle walking among us. But he had a childhood friend and fellow apprentice, Sabrina Jordan. If Sebastian was famous for curing poison, then Sabrina was infamous for creating it. For years, she studied toxins while he developed antidotes. They worked so closely together that the pack slowly stopped distinguishing danger from jokes. That was until the day she tested a new kind of wolfsbane on me and I almost died. When I woke up, Sebastian was sitting beside my bed, writing a prescription for me. "Christina, don't blame Sabrina. My mentor and I have spoiled her. She knew I'd be able to cure you, so she was just messing around. She never meant to hurt you." He said it so casually, as if I had caught a cold. Not as if my organs had been failing and I had been a breath away from death. Before I could respond, someone burst into the room shouting that Sabrina had poisoned herself. Sebastian stood up and rushed out at once, his steps hurried and almost frantic. He never noticed that my prescription was missing a key herb. Just like that, the antidote that was supposed to save me became a poison that quietly sped up my death. That was when the Moon Goddess spoke inside my mind. [You can only return to the human world if you die at the hands of your fated mate. But are you sure you want this?] I lowered my gaze to the prescription in my hand, the ink still fresh. Sebastian himself had written it. The same hands that saved countless lives had just written the final prescription that would end mine. "I'm sure," I whispered.

In my tenth year of marriage, my old childhood friend, Joshua Sears, posts a photo on social media. Both Joshua and my wife, Sabrina Lawson, are hugging his son, Andy Sears, and my daughter, Tiana Jenkins, in it. The four of them look very close to each other. The caption accompanying the post says, "Blessed to have the perfect son and daughter." I leave a comment below the post, saying, "Looking good together." A few seconds later, the post is deleted. The next morning, Sabrina rushes home and yells at me. "Ashton Jenkins! Joshua was finally feeling better for once. Why did you have to trigger him again?" Tiana shoves me hard and snaps in an accusatory tone, "It's all your fault that Andy's crying now!" I take out a copy of the divorce agreement and slam it down before them. "Yes, it's all my fault. That's why I'm stepping out of the picture now. Then, the four of you can form the wholesome family you've always wanted."