Novel & Cerita Sara Pezzini

“Yeah, but Brianna knows more about that than I do. Better if she explains what she and Nino did. Hey, little menace, the boss wants your report!” The ease in his voice honestly surprised me. I heard papers shuffling and caught the girl’s shadow moving just out of frame. She seemed to understand Nino’s sign language, and honestly, I was hoping I hadn’t been wrong to bet on her intelligence. “I thought you were getting rid of her along with the mother,” Stephanie said under her breath. “She’s a hacker who can go toe-to-toe with Nino. She’s valuable. And her mother, the person she cares about most, came to live in my pack ‘voluntarily,’ so do the math.”

Aria did not move for a long time. She remained anchored to the floor, her body as still as the reinforced walls surrounding her. It was not a paralysis of fear or an inability to stand; she was measuring. She had become a finely tuned instrument, recording every breath, every microscopic shift of her weight, and every small, discordant reaction occurring beneath her skin.

Sara stood in front of the mirror with her hands planted on her thin hips. She had that mischievous look dancing around her eyes. Her hair was dyed purple, matching with her crazy look. “You’re wasting time, girly, Kenzo isn’t the one to play with, you should know that.” She was saying to the full length mirror, and checking out her figures. Elina was in the bathroom, doing whatever, she doesn’t care. She twirled and blew a kiss.

I nodded. She exhaled, pulling out a chair and sitting down as if she were going to be there awhile. “Well… how honest do you want me to be?” I shot her a look. “Out with it.” “She’s having trouble,” Sara said flatly. “Not because she’s not smart—she is, Dante. Smarter than any woman they’ve run through this program. But…” She paused then, and shrugged one shoulder as if to say, people were people. “She’s too… human. Permit me for using that word.”

Alys laughed as Sara let go of her and leaned back, keeping her hands on either side of her shoulders. “Sorry, I just got so excited! I am Sara Weston, Jax’s sister. I have been dying for one of these guys to get a mate so there would be another woman in the ranked members! We are going to be best friends, I can already tell.” She beamed at Alys and gave her another hug. Sara had shoulder length curly dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and light creamy skin. She had a sense of strength about her but in a calming sort of way. Alys liked her right away.

Sara tried to smile, "Yeah, that's right. But now you can call me Mrs. Johnson." Yohan's heart skipped a beat when he heard her new name. Leslie smirked at her sentence and then boldly held Yohan's arm, "Vishwa, let me introduce you to my fiancé." She turned to Yohan and said, "This is Vishwa Gandhi, Yohan. She works at Brooklyn Group's IT hub, Cerate Solutions." Vishwa smiled at Yohan, "Hello, Mr. Dixon." Yohan just nodded, his eyes still fixed on Sara.

Looking at the clothes Sarah was wearing in the pictures, I deduced she was on her way to work. After studying the image for a few moments, I immediately realized that the man was Enrico Bianchi, a Formula One driver. However, there were also pictures of Sarah and Rachel next to another driver, Lorenzo Fiori. Even considering the similarities between the two sisters, I could easily identify Sarah, although she looked a bit different in the photos. The way Fiori looked at her in the images left me both furious and confused.

"The driver escorted them to Askim Elbise, the boutique owned by Ignazio's cousin. Sara, the beautiful woman and owner of the boutique, stood welcoming Ignazio and Olivia at the door. "An honor to welcome you, Sir Ignazio," she said with exaggerated enthusiasm, kissing Ignazio's cheek. "Straight to my office," Sara said to Ignazio, who walked ahead. "Or do you want to have the fitting upstairs?" she asked, but Ignazio shook his head. The man stepped into Sara's room where Sara's assistant was already present. If Olivia didn't know them, she would have thought Sara's reception of Ignazio was too intimate. Fortunately, the woman's husband was not there because if he were, Olivia was sure there

he whispered urgently. Maria raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “I don’t know her. Why should I help you?” Danial’s jaw dropped. “What? You don’t know her? She’s been eyeing us like a hawk since we got here!” Pavan, who had been watching this whole exchange, couldn’t resist adding his own commentary. “Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. Danial, you’ve got a girl stalking you? And she looks like that?” He pointed at Sara, clearly impressed. “Bro, I wish someone like her would stalk me every day! You're living the dream!”

"You're gonna get me into trouble someday, I can feel it." I laughed and we snuck into the west wing accurately but unfortunately, we encountered a little accident, Sara. God, I felt like she was my nemesis or something. I literally met her everywhere. "Sneaking into the west wing hmm, Arianna?" She spat out. She was dressed in a pale pink mini gown with the whole updo hairstyle. She was dressed up for staying at home. "I thought you wanted nothing to do with Gabriele Andino. You know I thought you were different, but you're even worse than a slut."