Novel & Cerita Sarah Julia Fagan

He had noticed that Sarah was missing when the event ended. Because of Sarah’s unrivaled beauty, Julian had a crush on her. In fact, she was known as the most beautiful goddess of Southrive.

The picture of a young Sarah Fergus, maybe in her twenties era. The result of finding Siri's parents for over a year has ended after meeting Mrs. Fergus at the party. I know when I first saw her, talking with Siri. It's as if I'm looking at the young and middle-aged Siri. And with that, I came up with a decision to investigate Sarah Fergus. And I'm not mistaken, she's Siri's biological mother but I don't think Mr. Fergus is her biological father. Sarah and Carlos publicize their relationship at a time when Siri is already fifteen years of age.

“Sandra! Did you plan getting pregnant with Julian?” “No." Sandra was frowning. “Getting pregnant wasn't part of my plan or even being part of my father's deal with your family. When I found out I was pregnant I didn't have any plans of letting anyone know Julian Fernandez was the father. I didn't know my plans would back fire but I didn't consider Faye as a karma, it only took me by surprise.” She flicked her hair. “But then Sarah wanted to get back with Julian and I just won't let her do it. I won't let her win after everything I did to ruin her, Shawn. I knew my mother, she was selfish, self-centered. She loves taking everything, having everything and Julian Fernandez was her biggest obse

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

My younger brother supported me every second, so he deserved something good. I went to Jake and see that he’s taking a bath while Julia is eating. Julia was the youngest. She was eight years old and was the tenderness that we were all lacking. Delicate and dear as a princess. She was a little clearer, just like her honey colored eyes. She was so beautiful that she captivated all that who saw her. Also, she was always a very tender girl, so it was simple for her to steal other people’s heart.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

She reached for her digital tablet, her stylus moving rapidly as she jotted down Elara’s specific requests. "I’ll hire Julian," Sarah said, her voice tight with focus. "He’s the best independent hunter in the tri state area. He doesn't use digital databases; he digs through physical records, bank statements, and personal associates. If Lydia Vane has a single skeleton in her closet, Julian will have it on your desk by Thursday."

Philip Sarah, my ex-wife, is now entangled with Bronn Martin. From Amir Benner to a computer software developer, she seems to have a penchant for wealthy men, a fact that stirs a deep-seated fury within me. She still retains a youthful allure, with her sophisticated, wavy brown hair cascading down her back. It struck me that she is now twenty-three, no longer the young teenager who once stood beside me in marriage. Her skin seemed to radiate under the gentle washroom lighting, and she was draped in a seductive dark dress that tempted sinful thoughts.

~Jake~ My name's Jake Reynolds. I'm forty-two years old, an architect. I design spaces people inhabit. Sarah and I have been married for two years. She's thirty-seven, intelligent as hell, vice president at a firm that eats companies for breakfast. Her job sends her away constantly… conferences, site visits, deals that can't wait. This time, it's a week in Chicago. She leaves tomorrow morning. "Jake, have you seen my passport holder?" Sarah calls from the stairs.

"It’s 2:00 AM. She isn't going to see you. Security has blocked your name from the intercom, and your calls go straight to a V-Tech automated system." "I don't care," Julian said, his eyes fixed on the lobby. "I’ll wait." He looked down at the sonogram in his hand. It was becoming wrinkled and worn from how often he touched it. He had spent the last forty-eight hours dismantling Sarah’s life—cutting off her bank accounts, evicted her from the guest house, and ensuring no clinic in the state would hire her after her fraud was exposed. It didn't make him feel better. Destroying Sarah was easy. Rebuilding his bridge to Clara felt impossible.