She ends up with a man who regards her as nothing. He cheats on her and always reminds her that she is bad luck to him. Sarah was hopeless, she hated that he wasn't changing despite her efforts to make him love her, and those struggles ended when she lost her baby through miscarriage because of the hell she was going through. Thinking that it was the end, she caught her husband on their matrimonial bed with his assistant, and before she could say a word, she was forced to sign a divorce paper. Overwhelmed with heartbreak, Sarah left the marriage, but what neither of them was expecting was that Sarah was the heiress to a Billionaire's fortune. Joe, a man who had supported and cared for Sarah during her difficult times, was in love with her and wanted to marry her. Mark, Sarah's ex-husband returns and begs for a second chance. Sarah recalls the child she lost because of him, and that made her more bitter. To handle all those fortunes, she needs a man by her side, now she's left with two options and choose just one.....forgive her ex-husband or marry Joe to be her contracted husband.
View MoreSARAH'S POV When I lifted my gaze, my senses were jolted by the sight of Mark standing there. My voice barely escaped as a whisper, filled with disbelief. "What are you doing, Mark?" I managed to ask, my confusion and surprise evident. His presence was the last thing I expected, and it threw me into further turmoil. I nodded, though I felt far from okay. The reality of what had just happened, of what my uncle had revealed, settled over me like a heavy shroud. My parents' deaths, the betrayal of my uncle, the uncertainty of my future—it all pressed down on me, threatening to crush me under its weight. As Mark extended his hand to help me up, I felt the warmth of his touch on my arm, the gentleness of his grip providing both support and reassurance. It was evident that he was concerned, his furrowed brow and searching eyes revealing his worry. "Sarah, what happened?" he inquired with genuine concern, his gaze locked onto mine as he sought to understand the turmoil I was grappling
SARAH'S POVAs I glanced at the rearview mirror, I noticed a car trailing me. My heart rate quickened, and a chill ran down my spine. My instincts screamed that something was off, but I couldn't quite place it. I decided to take an alternate route, hoping to lose the tail, but the car mirrored my every turn. Panic bubbled beneath my calm facade as I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles white against the leather.Out of nowhere, another car screeched to a halt right in front of me, completely blocking my path. I reacted quickly, slamming on the brakes and narrowly avoiding a dangerous collision. In the midst of the chaos, my hand bag went flying from the passenger seat, leaving a trail of crumbs across the dashboard. Before I could even comprehend what was happening, two imposing figures emerged from the car, their faces set in grim, foreboding expressions. With a predatory grace, they advanced toward me, their intense gaze locked squarely onto me.Fear gripped me, cold and
JENNIE'S POVThe room was dimly lit, shadows flickering against the walls as Andrew was thrown to the floor, his body collapsing with a thud. He was weak, visibly shaken from the beating inflicted by the bodyguards. His face was bruised, his breath shallow and ragged, and fear radiated from him like a palpable aura.My father, Mr. Austin, stood at an impressive six feet, his broad shoulders and confident posture filling the room with authority. As he approached Andrew, every step seemed deliberate, exuding a sense of controlled power like a predator closing in on its prey. Andrew's eyes shifted nervously from side to side before finally locking onto my father's steely gaze, his expression betraying a mixture of surprise and confusion as he tried to anticipate my father's next move."Mr. Austin," Andrew stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, quivering with a combination of terror and pain. He winced as my father knelt beside him, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look up. Andr
JENNIE'S POV:I paced back and forth in my grand, luxurious penthouse apartment, feeling the cold, sterile atmosphere seep into my bones. Each echoing step reflected the frustration that had been building within me for the past few weeks. Our family's legacy, the company, was on the line, and Sarah, that wench, with her cunning ways, had somehow succeeded in swaying public opinion against us.The elevator dinged, a metallic sound echoing through the corridor, signaling the imminent arrival of my father, Austin Jackson. As the doors slid open, revealing his imposing figure, it was clear that he exuded an aura of authority, evoking both reverence and trepidation in those around him. His steely gaze, intense and perceptive, seemed to assess every inch of the space before finally settling on me, acknowledging the urgency that colored my expression."Daddy, we need to talk," I said, my voice trembling with barely restrained fury.His brows furrowed in concern as he settled onto the plush l
SARAH'S POV:As my legal counsel, Barr was incredibly dedicated and persistent. He spent countless hours filing motions, meticulously drafting legal documents, and simulating mock trials to thoroughly prepare me to take the stand as a witness. Each session was demanding and exhausting, but it significantly enhanced my readiness. The gravity of the situation washed over me abruptly, much like a sudden tidal wave. The evidence I had meticulously collected against my uncle was undeniably incriminating, and it appeared that the time to take action had finally arrived.As I made my way through the busy, chaotic morning traffic, a feeling of unease settled over me. Every red light appeared to drag on for an eternity, fueling my growing impatience with each passing second. The office building belonging to Barr stood before me, exuding a sense of grandeur and authority, seemingly encompassing the fate of my future within its formidable walls. I hastily found a spot to park, the tires screec
SARAH'S POV:The office of Elara Media Consultants was perched on the 14th floor of a sleek glass building, overlooking the bustling city. As I walked in, the receptionist, a young woman with a pixie haircut and bright red lipstick, greeted me with a professional smile and directed me to the waiting area.Moments later, a woman in her early thirties approached me with a purposeful stride. Her name was Lila Hastings, and her reputation as a media strategist was almost legendary. She was petite but exuded an energy that filled the room. Her brown hair was cut in a sharp bob, and her blue eyes sparkled with intensity. "Ms Sarah, welcome," she said, with a warm smile as she extended her hand in greeting. Her handshake was confident and her genuine smile put me at ease. "Barr speaks highly of you.""Thank you, he recommended you as the best person to help with my situation." I replied, doing my best to match her brisk and professional tone."Let's get to it then," she said, leading me th
SARAH'S POVAs I got home, I found myself once again immersed in the evidence, dissecting every detail with precision. Barr's words lingered in my thoughts, urging me to delve deeper into the intricacies of the case. Determined to reinforce my standing, I reached out to long-lost acquaintances, engaging in meaningful conversations while subtly assessing their willingness to stand by me as character witnesses. Each conversation served as a poignant reminder of the life I had crafted for myself, the unwavering integrity that had served as my guiding light despite the looming influence of my uncle's legacy.My life was a flurry of activity as I made extensive preparations. My initial destination was a scheduled appointment with a seasoned forensic expert. This individual was a weathered veteran of numerous legal proceedings.Upon entering his office, the air was infused with the nostalgic scent of aging books and freshly brewed coffee. The office space was filled with an organized chaos
SARAH'S POVAs the first light of dawn seeped through the tiny openings in my curtains, it cast delicate, golden rays across my room, creating a tranquil atmosphere. The peaceful silence was suddenly shattered by the insistent ringing of my phone, jolting me out of my drowsiness. I reluctantly reached for it, feeling a sense of foreboding as I noticed Barr Lawn's name flashing urgently on the screen. His calls always seemed to carry an air of pressing importance, and this one was no exception.. "Hello?" I croaked, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep."Come to my office immediately," Barr's voice was brusque, carrying an edge that sliced through my drowsiness. I could feel the weight of the situation in his tone, and a sense of urgency filled the air. My stomach twisted in response, knowing that something significant must be happening.I threw the warm covers aside and stumbled out of bed, feeling a rush of adrenaline as my mind raced with a thousand thoughts. The anxiety was ov
MARK'S POV:"It's a risk I'm willing to take," I asserted. "If it results in bringing Jennie to justice, then it's a risk worth taking.”As we meticulously discussed the particulars, we ensured that every aspect was thoroughly addressed. As the intricate plan began to take form, I experienced an unusual sensation of tranquility enveloping me. It felt like a pivotal moment - my opportunity to rectify the situation.As we exited the cozy coffee shop, the morning sun had risen high in the sky, painting the pavement with long, stretching shadows. Mr. Clinton and Mrs. Zeedy accompanied me to my car, their supportive presence serving as a reassuring reminder that I had allies in my ongoing battle."Please be careful," Mr. Clinton advised as we arrived at my car. “I'll be there to support you every step of the way."Feeling a surge of determination, I nodded and expressed my gratitude. "Thank you to both of you.”Mrs. Zeedy looked at me with kind reassurance, her warm smile melting away my w
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