It was eleven o’clock. The night was freezing and dark. The elegant black car was parked in front of the October villa. The tall and handsome man was smoking in the driver's seat and the pretty woman was sleeping beside him. He had become a chain smoker, but he had a deeper addiction to his wife than it. He could go a minute without a cigarette but not a minute without his wife. Even though he was a tough businessman and ruthless person to the rest of the world, he wanted to be the best person in the world for his wife. He threw away the cigarette and gazed at his sleeping wife, who resembled a princess in every way. He had no idea how many men liked this woman all over the world. She had captured hearts of many men with her beauty and innocence, according to some. But she had no idea how mercilessly she had melted his heart. When he raised his strong palm and touched his wife's soft cheek, peace spread throughout his restless mind, and all his troubles buried somewhere. This woman
In every store at the mall, she was unable to find anything that would fit her spouse. His aura was so powerful that it appeared to annihilate anything priceless. Nothing was as brilliant and sparkling as him—not gold, silver, pricey clothing, or diamonds. Maybe there was nothing comparable to him in the entire universe. Only then did she come across the object that caused her to smile. Jack was on the phone while standing outside the shop and his gaze was straight on the thin woman. “She is still in the shop.” The store manager hurried over to attend to her. “Mrs Dixon” She gave the manager a startled glance. “By arriving here, you improved the store's elegance. How can I assist you?” She threw her most gentle smile, “I adore this style. Can you prepare the same design for another name?” “Definitely. What time do you want the delivery?” Jack held the phone tighter while Sara Owen spoke to the manager. “Yes, sir. She is currently conversing with the manager.” The woman did
A little red box was placed in her bag, but her eyes sparkled as if the box was right in front of her. She got a priceless gift for her husband, using all her savings. Tonight, she planned to give him the gift and express her love. She'd been hiding this truth for days, and her heart felt bruised. She wanted to tell him she loved him, no matter if he would accept it or not. Encouraging the fire in her heart seemed pointless now, as it only burned her when it came in front of him. Sara, lost in her thoughts, was interrupted by the bell signalling the end of her classes. She had to go home. Excitement built as she assumed her husband had come to pick her up. He'd be waiting at the entrance. Trying to contain her excitement, she arrived and saw a gorgeous black car parked there, giving her chills. Seeing him patiently waiting made her heart race. Taking a step forward, she controlled her eyes and tried to hide her blushing face. As Yohan Dixon, saw her approaching, he seemed to breathe e
Sara Owen raised her head after exiting the vehicle and peered into the lobby of the luxury hotel. Yohan Dixon approached her. She took a slow, blushed gaze at him. He reached out his palm before she could expect a word from him. Her eyes began to glow. She grinned and placed her palm on her husband's wide palm. He took her to the hotel, which had a stunning interior devoid of people. The hall's drab light felt warm, precisely like his palm. Crimson roses and red balloons were used to decorate the stage. They stopped in front of it and locked eyes intently. Sara Owen had a radiant smile on her ravishing face. Her large eyes were aglow with starlight. Yohan Dixon controlled his emotions by observing her beautiful facial expressions before he was overwhelmed by her intense gaze. "May I?" His question was uncomplicated. Sara Owen, though, felt chills. Was he genuinely requesting her to dance with him? She raised her palm in a daze, and he tenderly grasped it. He escorted her to the s
The wind's freezing the whole city, cutting through the darkness, but this room's like a whole different story. The cold was getting chased away by the fire building up between them, fueled by hope and excitement. Their eyes were practically exploding with emotion, making them thirsty. Before it could get too intense, Sara Owen looked away. His intense eyes always made her a bit jittery. Yohan ditched the booze and opted for some grub. They sat there in silence for a while, but he couldn't help noticing her blushing. After polishing off his meal, he wiped his lips and tossed the napkin on the table. "Want anything else?" "I'm good," she replied with a sweet smile. "Come on," he said, getting up and grabbing her wrist, pulling her along. She was kind of dazed, getting dragged by this handsome man. Glancing at his broad back, she wondered what else was in store at this point. She had experienced so much that she worried if more happiness would stop her fragile heart from beating. Y
It was three in the morning. On the cosy bed, two nude bodies were curled up next to each other beneath a blanket. Yohan Dixon had his head lying on Sara Owen's plush chest. After a protracted battle, neither of them could even find sleep. When she opened her eyes, she had memories of a lovely feeling in her head and was lightly grinning while caressing the back of his head. He finally opened his eyes and immediately focused on her empty wrist. She felt a small movement on her wrist, but she was surprised when he glanced at her and pecked her wrist. She looked at the very lovely bracelet on her wrist. Was it a present? Even so, did he know how to present gifts? Why was he doing all of this for her when he hadn't done it for anyone else up to this point? Was he trying to make amends because he had thrown her out of the villa? She was curiously taken aback. His intense glance, though, was saying something else. “Sara.” Sara Owen suddenly got afraid and sensed what he wanted to say.
Sara Owen sneaked a peek through the glass wall into the room. She'd been holding back for a while, but anger was bubbling up, and she didn't want to confront him. However, seeing him asleep, she couldn't resist and walked into the room. His calm and chiselled face warmed her breath. She sat beside him on the bed, gazing at him with her deep eyes. Had her absence really hit him so hard that he couldn't control himself? Was the regret of kicking her out weighing more than his love? A tear dropped from Sara Owen's eye onto his cheek. She lifted her hand and gently placed it on his cheek. "You can't wreck yourself for me. You can't love me that much." Her face went pale when he suddenly opened his eyes. Hesitatingly, she wiped her tears and tried to leave, but he grabbed her wrist. He was awake! He got up from the bed, "Are you pissed?" Hearing his deep voice, she swallowed her pretend anger, "Just let me go." For the first time, she was genuinely mad at him. He shouldn't let this
Sara Owen was standing in the garden, hugging her chest, and watching the bunnies play happily. She was once standing here, staring at these bunnies, thinking that they were all living freely and happily and that she too desired such a life. However, after witnessing them today, she felt happier and more liberated than these bunnies, thanks to Yohan Dixon. She has not felt the slightest bit like his servant since he proclaimed his love to her. She had the impression that his affection for her had grown. Now, she was his wife. And she believed that her pride knew no bounds.She had been devoted to her husband for a long time. His health deteriorated even before she could reveal it today. Unfortunately, she was unable to express herself. Yohan Dixon's addiction had put her in a difficult situation. She had no idea how to overcome his addiction.There was sadness in her clear eyes as she looked at the moon.Her phone began to ring before she could become further immersed in the ocean of h