“Didn’t I tell you not to talk back?” Sara Owen pressed her palms on her painful stomach. “I am sorry.” She suppressed her voice. That’s it? Why didn’t she argue? He frowned, “I didn’t sleep with her.” Sara Owen inhaled to calm the emerging fire of helplessness. She never wanted to talk about Samira Reddy. Why he was forcing her? “I just know that you came out of her room early in the morning. But you both know what happened inside the room. And whatever happened behind those closed doors, I don't want to know.” She looked at him, “I just want to know... What do you want.” Seeing her tearful and red eyes, his gaze darkened. He was preparing his mind to talk to her about this misunderstanding. But he didn’t know it will start like this. He gritted his teeth, “I want you…to stay out of it.” “I am already out. I know I don’t have the right to…” “Fuck your rights and fuck what you want.” He roared. It shuddered her. “You don't even have to think about what I am doing and why. I
After drinking a lot, he stepped towards the guestroom. For a while, he kept looking at the closed door. When his heart could not tolerate the situation, he raised his arm and knocked on the door. “Sara.” Leaning back to the door, she was standing with her heavy heart. His husky voice was narrating that he was drunk. “Come back, okay? Don’t be mad.” Sara Owen closed her eyes tighter. She didn’t want to hear him. How easily he had asked her to go back! "Go to your bedroom, Yohan." "No. Open to door." Sara Owen sobbed and her voice reached his ears, "You are drunk. Please go and sleep." “How will I sleep without you?” She bit her trembling lips tighter. "Let me sleep in your arms. Okay? Open the door." He knocked again. Sara Owen covered her mouth and threw herself on the bed while burying her face in a pillow. “Sara.” She didn’t hear him anymore. Yohan Dixon went to the couch and bumbled. He leaned back his head and lit a cigarette for him. Without her, his bedroom would
“Maybe I am as simple as you heard. Maybe your instigating me is making me difficult.” She smirked. “What do you know about him? By becoming his wife, you have just taken a position, not his heart.” “Where a man's heart is, he comes back to there at night.” Sara Owen said with pride. Samira Reddy laughed, “Let’s see how many nights you have remained." She turned back to leave. “Samira Reddy.” Hearing Sara Owen’s athletic voice, she turned and looked at her. “I am not going to count nights. I am his wife, not his mistress.” “You…” Samira Reddy gritted her teeth and slapped Sara Owen. Sara Owen raised her head and darted at her with her tearful eyes. “You don’t seem to belong to a rich family. You don’t have manners nor do you have classiness. It seems that Ricky has picked you up from a charity house and placed in October. What are you proud of? To be his wife?” She snorted. “At my one blink, he will leave you and marry me. You still don’t know Samira Reddy.” Sara Owen swall
Jack used to drive at an economic speed. Her heart was unstable and her mind was trapped. She was still thinking about the words Samira Reddy had said to her. Just then, her mobile phone rang and she checked the text message. “Hi. Rudra here.” “Hey.” Sara Owen texted back. “Let’s meet.” “Are you back?” “Yeah. Just landed in Vento city.” Airport was far from her location. “I am going to October.” “Then come to my place. Shen Hotels. My assistant will pick you up.” “Okay.” Sara Owen raised her head, “Jack, take me to Shen Hotels.” “Yes, Madam.” She reached there in half an hour. Assistant Jacob welcomed her and led her way to the private suite booked by Rudra Reddy. “Madam, is there anything I can help you with?” Sara Owen looked around. She saw a water bottle placed on the table. “No, thank you.” She smiled at him. Assistant Jacob left the suit. Sara Owen drank water. Her attention was snatched by an aquarium. “Beautiful.” She smiled chromatically. Rudra Reddy ente
“I am ready to live with the fact that he will never be mine. Even if he continues to love her, I am ready to be his wife who will never question him.” “Sara.” Rudra Reddy sat beside her in surprise. The woman was depressed. Sara Owen opened her eyes and looked at him with her heavy gaze. “I didn’t think before marrying him. Because I never did expect anything from him.” Her red and tearful eyes, her hoarse and heavy voice, her broken heart and her sorrow, pierced his heart. He held her face in his palms and looked at her worryingly. “Sara, I don’t want you to live like a prisoner. Why do you want to hurt yourself?” “Because I have promised him, I won’t leave him until he asks.” His eyes darkened, “What the hell?” A thought reflected in his mind. “What compulsion of yours forced you to become his wife?” He roared. When she was about to pass out, he shook her shoulders in worry. “Sara.” She was dizzy. He let her fall in his arms. The woman had played with her life by marrying
Yohan Dixon had placed the woman on the pavilion seat. He was continually staring at the woman's perspiring face and his heart was racing. He didn't want her to adopt these modern traits from contemporary culture. He admired her straightforwardness and modesty. In front of the main gate, he stopped the car and turned to face her. What must she be considering before consuming alcohol? She made a mistake by approaching Rudra Reddy in his private suit. Rudra Reddy was undoubtedly attempting to disturb him. Yohan Dixon was aware that Rudra Reddy was unable to touch his wife. He did not wish to die by Yohan Dixon. His throat became parched. He leaned and cupped her lovely face in his cold palms. "Sara." He addressed her with much affection. Why the woman was upset with him? Didn't he make it obvious that he hadn't had sex with Samira Reddy? Why did she try to tease him by inventing a situation? Was she out for vengeance? It would then be the worst thing ever. He didn't like someone who
“This is a gift. I am sorry. I forgot to tell you.” Gracie tried to smile. “You… Who gave this to you?” “It… I…” “It’s damn precious.” Sara Owen touched the captivating pendant and then smiled at Gracie. “Did Ryan gift it?” Gracie nodded with a complicated feeling. “Wow. You two are dating. You didn’t tell me.” “Oh, no. Sara. We are not.” “Don’t lie. He daily comes to pick you up and drops you at the mall. You can’t hide anything from me.” Sara Owen pretended to be angry. “Sara, we are not dating. Okay? I tried to refuse but… He… I don’t know why he gave this to me.” “He likes you.” “Shut up. He is an actor. He has a queue of beautiful ladies.” “Maybe you are first in that queue.” Gracie sighed sadly, “I don’t know, Sara. He usually… He is nice to me. We are good friends. We share things. We…” Sara Owen shuddered, “Do you tell him about my…” “Miss Sara Owen.” The keeper was standing at the door of the class. Everybody looked at her. Sara Owen stood up from her seat. “
Sara Owen exited the dressing room and placed the items on the bed. He grew accustomed to Sara Owen's choice of tie, watch, and handkerchief. She buttoned his black shirt and began putting on his tie. He studied her smoky eyes. The woman carefully adorned herself so as not to flaunt her body. Her beauty, though, radiated charm. He couldn't help but grabbed her waist. The woman had annoyed his patience. When she finished and raised her head to look at him, expecting him to leave her, she found his gaze warm and profound. His gaze shifted to her lovely face as if he was attempting to keep his heart in an inspection. "You didn't cover up your thighs." His voice was enticing and down. "I will change the dress." She looked at his masculine chest. “Look at me when I am talking to you.” He articulated. She didn’t want to initiate his outrage. She had experienced from the last party that he hated her exposed body. "Black eyes, black dress. You want me to annihilate another Mr White?" He