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Scarlette Reddy entered the room and smiled seductively. Fang was there on the couch in his white suit looking handsome. Ryan Jenkins smirked and sipped wine. He was there, too. In a red jacket and black jeans, he was looking younger and more captivating. “Am I late?” She asked while sitting in front of Director Fang. "No, you are not." Ryan Jenkins said lazily. Fang looked at Ryan Jenkins as if he was signalling him for something. Ryan Jenkins put the glass back on the table and then slid a folder towards her. "Check this." He said. "Is it a script?" Scarlette Reddy held the folder and unlocked it. "It's a contract." Fang said impatiently. Scarlette Reddy's face flushed when she read the contract, "This can't be done." "There are certain rules for every actress who works with Fang Productions. You are very bold. This is a small thing for you.""But in this..." She looked at Ryan Jenkins, "Have you read this contract?"He lit a cigarette for him, "I have signed my contract. Yo
Rudra Reddy was standing in front of the gate of Vento University in a daze. He didn't know why suddenly he drove his car towards this university. She was Yohan Dixon's wife. So, someday, he had to get along with helplessness, he knew. But when he came to know that his sister has returned to Yohan Dixon's life, the first person he wanted to see was Sara Owen. A thin and beautiful woman was walking toward him without any idea of his presence. Her captivating smile was piercing his heart. "Hey..." She smiled brightly and came to him. Rudra Reddy came back to his senses, "Hi." "Don't tell me that you are here to pick me." His heart forgot to beat after seeing her smile. He placed his palms inside his pockets. "I will leave the city anytime." He seemed sad. "Best of luck with your next projects." Her smile wasn't affected. He felt pain as if his heart was broken. The silly woman didn’t have any idea how much he disliked leaving the city. She was not sad and he was feeling like he
It was early morning. Yohan Dixon entered Dixon Villa. Bruno and Natalie were sitting on the couch in the living room. They were talking to each other about a serious matter. As soon as they heard Yohan Dixon’s arrival, they stopped talking. “Why did you call me?” His low voice didn’t lower their anger. “Take your seat.” Bruno said in his heavy voice. Yohan Dixon took off his brown sunglasses and sat in front of them with a cold expression. “You have always been a sensible youth and we have got used to your performance. We can't expect any mistakes from you. We have always felt right to appreciate your every decision and support you. But the decision you have taken this time is neither commendable nor does it feel right.” Bruno was serious. “You disappointed us this time, Ricky." Natalie glared at her nephew. “We will not ask you why you did this. Or what was the need to find her or bring her here along with you in your private jet? Or what was the need to have dinner with her in
Sara Owen and Gracie were sitting in the university garden after having lunch. “Sara.” They heard a familiar voice. Sara Owen froze. “Aunt.” She stood up in shock. “How are you, my child?” Natalie looked at her flushed face and swollen eyes. Gracie stood up. “I am fine, aunt. Why didn't you call me? I would have come...” Natalie held both her palms, “It’s okay, Sara. I am not troubled. I wanted to see you. So, I couldn’t stop coming here.” “I am sorry, Aunt. I couldn’t come to see you in the past few days.” “I was busy at weekends. I didn’t disturb you because of your classes.” “Please have a seat.” Natalie nodded and looked at Gracie. “How are you, Aunt?” Gracie smiled. “I am fine. God bless you, dear.” Natalie’s politeness always melted Gracie. They all sat down suppressing hesitation in their heart. “Sara, I… We didn’t know about what Ricky did.” Sara Owen lowered her head. “We came to know in the morning when your uncle was watching news. We are shocked. We ca
Ryan Jenkins held Gracie's shoulders and looked at her sincerely. "I am sorry." His voice was low. "You are sorry? He cheated on my friend and you're just saying sorry?" She glared at him."What can I do other than apologies? If you are still mad... Then..." He pinched his ears and gave an apologetic look to her.She frowned, "Why are you apologizing? He is the one who did a mistake." She pouted. He smiled seductively. "That is what I want to explain to you. He made a mistake and you are getting angry with me. After how many days have we met? You didn't ask me how I lived without you."She looked at him from head to toe, "You seem fine." He was looking handsome in his white jacket and blue jeans."Look in my heart!" He annoyed. The woman only judged him on his appearance. "What are you talking about?" Why should she see in his heart? He sighed. The woman was dry-hearted. She still didn't recognize his strong texture toward her. "Gracie." He tried to call her with affection bu
Yohan Dixon threw his blazer on the couch and loosened his tie. Habitually, he looked at the door of the kitchen. The lights were on. He exhaled a giant amount of smoke and headed there. As soon as she took out the apron and placed it in the drawer, she stopped. The amazing scent of his body and the assertive smell of alcohol and smoke were diluting in her breath. She had not yet thought about how she would face him, but now she was finding it a little complex to do. She didn't know whether Yohan Dixon knew or not, that she was already aware of his extramarital affair. She inhaled, arranged a pretty smile on her lips and turned back. “You are here. I have already prepared dinner. Let’s go and have…” She came to him. Yohan Dixon extinguish the cigarette in the ashtray and stared at her for a moment which didn't let her speak further. She swallowed her next words. “What’s wrong?” His gaze disturbed her courage. “What are you looking at?” She recoiled her gaze while turning back. Hi
“Neel. That's just...” Yohan Dixon stopped at the door and looked at the woman’s back. “It's been a late night here, Neel. I have to sleep. Tomorrow is my presentation.” She wanted to ignore unwanted conversations which could affect her courage. “Okay. Take care of yourself.” “Good night.” Sara Owen hung up the call. Yohan Dixon kept looking at her back for a long time. She was talking to Neel Dixon. That jerk! Till now? He closed the door and went to the bathroom. The noise caught her attention and she looked at the closed door of the bathroom. She leaned back on the bed. It seemed that they had become strangers once again. When he got out of the bathroom, he saw her lying on the bed and sleeping soundly. He lay down beside her while looking at the ceiling. Every night, when she used to hold him in her arms, let him bury his face in her chest and caressed his hair, he used to fall asleep only then. Tonight, she slept first, so tonight, he was not going to sleep. -Neel. That's
Assistant Nolan was driving the car. Yohan Dixon and Samira Reddy were in the rear seat. He was on the phone and speaking in French. Samira Reddy kept looking at him, waiting for him to be free. But he was preoccupied with his work. He was always the same. Busy and solemn. Samira Reddy seized the opportunity to speak with him as soon as he hung up the phone and turned on the tablet. “Ricky.” She grasped the tablet and glared at him. "We're sitting in the car for an hour, and you haven't looked at me." She added unhappily. "It will take an hour to get to Ang City." He was icy. "Are you going to keep working?" She pouted. "I need to go over some reports. I have an important meeting." "Are you visiting Ang City because you have something related to work?" “Yes.” How easily he had broken her plans! "I assumed you'd be with me all day." She withered. "I'll see you once I finish my work." He grabbed the tablet and got to work. She took a look at his strong chest. He hadn't unbutto