As soon as Sara Owen entered the room, her demeanour shifted. After seeing the old man, she understood that Yohan Dixon did not bring her here to harm her. Yohan Dixon released his hold on her wrist, putting his hands in his pockets. Sara Owen's eyes covered with thin layer of tears. “That man is the one who you have always thought of as your father. Yesterday, he left without responding to your queries. He will spill all the beans today.” His hoarse voice reflected from her back and she stepped ahead towards the old man. The old man was frightened and was forced to get out of his chair. “Sara. Do you know this man? He poses a threat. He's going to murder me. Take me away from here, please.” His voice quivered, showing how terrified he was. “Who are you?” Sara Owen’s suppressed voice reached Yohan Dixon’s sharp ears. The old man was fed, but no alcohol was given to him so he could speak the truth. He stared in terror at the menacing man who was standing behind Sara Owen and who
It was dark everywhere. It was raining. Sara Owen had been sitting in the car hugging her chest. She was staring intently at the man's back as he smoked a cigarette outside in the drizzle. His black shirt was stuck to his body, exposing every incredible contour of his robust and manly frame. He was lowering his desire and reducing his worry by leaning on the car's bonnet. Sara Owen concerned about his health after witnessing him endure a prolonged standing in the rain. She took a peek around. They were surrounded by a jungle. He hadn't called for assistance to get out of this dangerous place. She fixed her gaze on his desk-mounted smartphone. She swallowed saliva and continued to look at him. She was more terrified of the person than she was of the darkness or the jungle. This guy was awful. How did he know she had met with the old man yesterday? How did he find out what they talked about? She let out a heavy sigh as she reclined her head back on the seat. Why was he making such at
Assistant Nolan was driving the car at top speed. Yohan Dixon was leaning back on the seat while closing his aching eyes and Sara Owen had already slept snuggling in his blazer. “Where do I stop, sir?” Yohan Dixon peered out the window after opening his dark eyes. They were now within the city. He turned to face the sleeping female. It was two in the morning. He didn't believe it was appropriate to leave her in such a state alone in her apartment. Only one route remained as a result. “October.” Despite not being sleepy, he had a harsh and husky voice. He yearned for a lot to drink. The vehicle stopped in front of October Villa after thirty minutes. Yohan Dixon carried the woman into the villa with ease. Assistant Nolan continued to look at them for a bit while smiling subtly, then he drove off in the car. Yohan Dixon placed the woman on the bed after going into the bedroom and sat at the edge staring at her intently. His warm palm rose naturally and land on her supple cheeks. Aft
Samira Reddy had brought him very fabricated proofs on which he had got faith. Even yet, he had no intention of abandoning Sara Owen. He had chosen to conduct his own independent investigations into each instance. When he had received the marriage documents, he simultaneously asked the divorce papers to be prepared. Believing that he would leave the woman if the marriage would be miserable for her. The documents, however, remained in the office. He had accidentally discovered those papers in his workplace the last day and had made the decision to take them home. Not to throw them on her face, he wanted to file them. But he went mad when he saw Sara Owen and Rudra Reddy in the hospital. He became disoriented and destroyed everything. However, the foolish woman was too afraid to verify his signature on those documents. He didn't sign them, either! When he discovered her disappearance in the villa the next morning, his rage subsided and he realised his mistake. He was ultimately relie
Every morning, it is said, brings new energy with it. This energy helps to heal some of the wounds of the past. The beautiful morning had already passed, and the sun was on its way to the brow. It was eleven in the morning. Sara Owen awoke from a deep sleep in the arms of an intimately acquainted masculine man. The man's virile aroma brought her back to the present. As she felt pain between her legs, she swallowed saliva. Last night was horrible. She inhaled smoke and a strong smell of alcohol along with the manly aroma. It made her shiver because he was already awake and…drunk a lot. “Sleep more.” Sara Owen finally regretted hearing his hoarse voice. Her head was lying on his bare chest and he had wrapped his arm around her thin waist clutching her closer. An arm was lying beneath his head as he was gripping a cigarette looking straight at the ceiling. He hadn’t slept after having sex with her. He kept drinking and smoking while having the woman in his arms. It happened after a
Sara Owen stood at the study room door for a long time. She couldn't hear any movement from inside, and the low yellow flame had gone out. It appeared to be a reflection. Where would he be if he wasn't there? She returned her gaze to the kitchen. When Yohan Dixon got out of the study room after sipping many cigarettes, his gaze was drawn to the kitchen. The lights were turned on. He stepped towards the kitchen, and the delicious aroma of the meal warmed his heart. The thin woman was preparing food. Looking at her thin back, he leaned against the door and lit a cigarette. He suddenly realised how much he was looking forward to this. Sara Owen did not dare to turn back after smelling his manly fragrance mixed with the strong smell of alcohol and tobacco. She was overjoyed. The man was still habituated staring at her back. She returned her gaze to him after she finished preparing the meal. “Dinner has been prepared.” He extinguished the cigarette and proceeded to the dining hall. S
After a long day, Sara Owen emerged from Dixon headquarters and found Rudra Reddy standing in front of her. Sara Owen's nerves were frayed the moment she saw him. His deep gaze softened when he saw the thin and beautiful woman approaching him. This was an unusual fact. When he saw her approaching him, his heart was overjoyed, but sadness had wrapped its cloak around it because he knew she would never be with him. For a while, he ignored the pain in his stomach and focused on her lovely face. “You are here.” Her sweet voice reached into his ears, pulling him into the present. “I've come to see someone.” His fervent gaze revealed his sadness. “Don’t tell me you are here to pick someone?” Her humor made him smile. He nodded, “Let’s go.” In a pleasant restaurant, Sara Owen was reading the menu and Rudra Reddy was looking at her with his deep gaze. He knew that this woman had only kept her husband in her heart, and she was unable to remove the mask of sadness that accompanied the se
The sun was moving above heads. The tall and attractive man stood near the french window, palms inside his well-stitched black trousers. His eyes were dark, but his face was frosty. He appeared to be thinking about something serious. The remaining two handsome men sat on the couch drinking wine and admiring the fantastic man's masculine back. “What do you think?” Ryan Jenkins sipped red wine. “She must have awoken by now.” Fang glanced at Yohan Dixon and said in his low voice. “It won't be long before she realises that the man she went to bed with didn't even warm her bed.” Ryan Jenkins turned to face Yohan Dixon, who had just lit a cigarette for him. “Ricky, you must be satisfied.” The atmosphere in the room turned freezing when he exhaled smoke rings. Director Fang straightened his back in surprise and swallowed saliva. Today, for the first time, he was facing Yohan Dixon, the terrible and ruthless man. When he exhaled smoke rings, the air in the room became icy. In a surprise,