SARAH'S POV:As we disregarded the doctor's advice, we went ahead and carefully positioned Mark in the back seat to ensure his safety. Despite my trembling hands, I knew there was no time to focus on fear. Our priority was to make a swift getaway. Lawn hurriedly dashed towards the car and swiftly hopped in.Before the doctor could make a move or reach for a phone, Paul accelerated, propelling us away at high speed.Paul carefully drove us to a secluded safe house situated on the quiet outskirts of town. It was a serene place, far removed from the chaos of the city, where Mark could recover undisturbed by Jennie's presence. As we helped Mark settle into a cosy and comfortable bed, a sense of overwhelming relief washed over me. I sank down into a chair, feeling the weight of the past tense hours slowly draining away, leaving me exhausted but grateful for the respite."We did it," Paul said softly, a rare smile crossing his face as he looked at me with a mix of relief and joy."Yes, we
MARK'S POV: As I regained consciousness, I found myself in a place that was completely unfamiliar. The air was filled with the clinical scent of antiseptic, and the sound of medical equipment beeping seemed to reverberate throughout the room. When I attempted to shift position, I realized that my body felt incredibly heavy and uncooperative. A rush of fear gripped me as I realized that I was connected to various machines that were meticulously monitoring every single breath I took. It was then that I became aware that I was lying on the bed. I suddenly felt the presence of someone I didn't recognize standing beside me. "Mr. Mark, you're awake. Just stay calm. You've been through a lot," she said softly. “Where... am I?" I managed to croak out, my throat dry and scratchy. "You've been in a coma for three months. You had a severe reaction to a medication, but you're going to be okay now." She gently explained. "A coma! Three whole months!” My response was filled with surprise I l
MARK'S POV:As I closed my eyes, vivid images of our past flooded my mind. I could practically hear the laughter echoing in my ears and see the glimmering starlit skies where we made promises and shared our dreams. Now, those once cherished memories felt like cruel reminders of what was lost. I felt a lump forming in my throat and the sting of tears behind my eyes, but I fought hard to hold them back. Not here, not now."Why?" I managed to croak, my voice breaking.”Paul let out a deep sigh, his hand running through his hair. "Sarah is hurt, deeply hurt, you know."The words "She's hurt" echoed in my mind like a haunting refrain, reverberating through my chest and setting off a chain reaction of self-loathing. It felt like a dark tide was welling up inside me, threatening to drown me in guilt and regret. Memories of my past mistakes, selfish actions, and the times I had hurt Sarah came flooding back with relentless force. Each memory was a painful blow, a stark reminder of the person
SARAH'S POV:As I paced back and forth in my room, the only sound was the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. The silvery moon outside cast long, eerie shadows through the partially drawn curtains. My mind was in turmoil, the truth I had long sought had finally emerged. I now knew who was responsible for the deaths of my parents. Emotions surged within me, a potent combination of sorrow and rage causing my heart to pound relentlessly in my chest. I grappled with these revelations, I found myself standing at the edge of a precipice, contemplating the path to retribution. As I advanced along the rugged path, the looming obstacles seemed increasingly perilous, but the significance of the journey had never felt more profound. The task of regaining control of my father's company had evolved beyond a mere mission; it had transformed into a personal crusade of utmost importance.Hours passed as I deliberated, running through several plans, each more drastic than the last. Yet, with ev
SARAH'S POV:As I made my way towards Barr Lawn's office, my mind was in turmoil, torn between a fierce determination and a lingering apprehension. The recent confrontation with Jennie had left me unsettled, but I knew I couldn't allow it to sidetrack me from my purpose. The tragic loss of my parents had created a gaping void that could only be filled with a sense of justice and closure. Their once thriving company, now in disarray, stood as a poignant reminder of the life and legacy I was committed to safeguarding and rebuilding.The journey to Barr Lawn's office felt like an eternity, every step echoing with purpose. Finally arriving at the grand and imposing structure that housed Barr Lawn's office, I took a brief pause, mentally preparing myself for the significant encounter that lay ahead.As I made my way towards the reception desk, the receptionist looked up and met my gaze with a polite but inquisitive expression. Her eyes held a hint of curiosity as I approached. "I have an
SARAH'S POV:As I approached the door where Mark was waiting, I paused for a moment, preparing myself for the difficult conversation ahead. I needed to find the right words to warn him about Jennie's devious scheme and urge him to be careful.Earlier, Paul had phoned me to update me on his progress recovering from unconsciousness. Despite his call, I declined his invitation to visit him so I could rush over to see Mark instead.I opened the door, and in that moment, my heart skipped a beat. There he waa, gazing at me with a familiar look in his eyes. "Sarah," he called out softly. He appeared just as I remembered, yet there was a newfound strength in his demeanor. Our eyes locked, and in that silent exchange, it felt as if a myriad of unspoken emotions lingered in the air between us.My heart jumped into my throat, as I greeted him, "Hi, Mark," I said with a soft voice that felt like a soothing balm to my aching heart."Hi, Sarah," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thank
SARAH'S POV:*Paul: How did it go with Mark? Are you okay?*I stared at the screen for a moment before typing back.*Me: *It was hard. I don't know what to do.*As I hastily stashed my phone in my pocket, I lifted my gaze toward the vast expanse of the sky, hoping to find solace and quiet my restless mind. Mark had always held a prominent place in my life, and witnessing his distress had profoundly unsettled me. However, I couldn't shake off the memory of his decision to choose Jennie over me and how that choice had endangered me.Lost in my own thoughts, the sound of someone's approaching footsteps barely registered until a familiar voice called out my name."Sarah?"Startled, I looked up to see Joe standing before me, his concerned expression catching me off guard. How did he find me? I wondered if he had been following me. I paused for a moment, gathering my thoughts before responding."Joe, what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice trembling as I nervously shifted in my seat."I
JOE'S POV:The atmosphere was thick with tension as Brenda and Paul's animosity permeated the air like a pervasive, palpable force. The crackling energy between them was almost tangible, casting a heavy, oppressive weight on everyone present. The heat of their anger seemed to radiate from their very beings, creating an atmosphere fraught with anticipation and discomfort."Stop it! Both of you, just stop it!" Sarah's voice echoed through the room as she rushed in between Paul and Brenda, placing herself strategically to keep them apart. Her eyes were filled with frustration and determination as she continued, "You can't decide for me. Neither of you has the right to dictate my actions or control my relationships. I am in charge of my own life and I will make my own choices.”Paul's face softened momentarily, revealing a subtle vulnerability as a flicker of hurt passed through his eyes before the facade of anger returned. Brenda, although outwardly defiant, couldn't entirely conceal the