Sarah Emily was busy with her daughter, so I had no choice but to attend some gatherings that required my presence; they were important events for keeping my social and business connections strong. Philip returned to the Luminary Production's office to handle pressing issues, and everything seems to be going well, except for Jane, who is still on vacation. As I was leaving Serenity Pines, I chose Josh to accompany me to the Elite Annual Business Gala. I hadn't spoken to him for quite some time because Philip had been keeping an eye on me at the villa. The truth is, Josh and I have nothing to hide, but I feel like a wife keeping a secret with her lover. Josh's life is complicated, and it's not my place to disclose his background to everyone. "I heard that Jane is still in recovery," Josh started, his eyes fixed on the winding road ahead, hands steady on the steering wheel, driving me to a hotel in a nearby town. "Yeah… she enrolled in therapy and counseling. I hope everything work
Sarah As the mother and daughter vanished from the reporters' sight, they turned their attention to me, coming closer with a blend of surprise and barely concealed hostility. "Mr. Martin!" Lila's eyes held admiration as she recognized my ex-fiancé standing beside me. I arched an eyebrow, seeing her reddened cheeks. "What are you doing here?" Margarette, my dad's new wife, asked with a hint of panic in her voice, glancing at Bronn. Bronn's presence at the gathering wasn't surprising given his reputation. What really surprised them was my unexpected appearance beside him. I allowed a smirk to play on my lips. "Surprised to see the real Sarah Benner in this gathering?" Lila's anger twisted her face, her composed façade crumbling. "Ha! You're just being funny! It's your fault for hiding away! You should be thanking me for keeping your name relevant!" This woman is beyond being ridiculous. I could easily dismiss them as being brainless. I ignored Lila's outburst, focusing my attenti
Sarah Exasperated with Philip, I asked him to leave the room. Once alone, I tried to calm myself, still frustrated by his behavior. That annoying and utter jerk! Tss! Exhaustion took over, replacing my anger. I quickly cleaned up and took a brief bath. Finally, I collapsed onto the bed, letting sleep take over and wash away the night's turmoil. Sunlight filtered through the curtains as I stirred the next morning. Reading my unread messages, I found messages from Amir and, unexpectedly, my father—the illustrious Chairman Benner. As I made my way downstairs, I chose to address Amir's message first. Amir: Margarette might have questioned why you're not flaunting your social status. After living in Benner’s mansion for years, people might even mistake Lila for Dad’s daughter. They had the nerve to use your name! I replied: I'm not afraid of them. In fact, I plan to let them enjoy using my name for now. Let them feel the overwhelming attention of the public and influential figures,
Sarah Earnestly staring at the man I had been considered a father for several years, he sat on the couch, meeting my gaze without emotion. "Is it true that you insulted Lila and Margarette last night? Your name—Sarah Benner—is plastered across every social media platform and gossip blog in the country because of your little outburst." Dad paused, then looked at his assistant, who continued. "Miss, this social blog claims you bullied Sarah Benner, who was actually Miss Lila pretending to be you. Of course, no one knew you were the real Sarah Benner, but people say Benner managed to let it go." Of course, why would someone let slap Sarah Benner? But why does it seem like it's my fault? "You are tarnishing your own name! No, my name! How am I supposed to explain to people that there's nothing to worry about?" I understood what my father was getting at. "They're using my identity!" I interjected, my voice rising with each word. "She's parading around as Sarah Benner!" Philip's and
"Did you ever, even once, imagine yourself loving me?" Sarah inquired, her voice laced with hope as she gazed into Philip's unyielding countenance. "Don't make me laugh, Sarah. Everything between us has been purely about pleasure and business." With a heavy heart, she affixed her signature to the divorce papers, clinging to a glimmer of hope that one day, she would find a man who would adore and worship her worthiness. *** Sarah On a quiet night at Serenity Pines Estate, where I've made my home for three years, the door's 'click' announced my husband's arrival—Philip Cornell, who's competing for the presidency of Luminary Productions, an entertainment company. Rising from the sofa, my customary perch, where I often waited for his return, I glanced at the wall clock; its hands whispered the lateness of the hour—already one in the morning. The heavy wooden door swung open, revealing Philip's unsteady form. A waft of alcohol preceded him, mingling with the stillness of the night
Sarah To calm down, I avoid dwelling too much on what I just heard—about Megan's return. After I attempted to refocus on the housework, a couple of hours later, Mrs. Thompson's daughter passed by, accompanied by three children who dashed across the tiled floor, leaving traces of dirt on the couch. After a brief snack, they all departed. A glance at the clock revealed it was already two o'clock. The ladies concluded their game, leaving behind a trail of orange peels, biscuit wrappers, and used cups—a mess they appeared unbothered by leaving behind. Exiting Serenity Pines Estate one by one, my mother-in-law turned to me, leaving a reminder, "Oh, by the way, Philip asked me to remind you about tonight's dinner at the Heritage Harvest Hotel. Don't forget!" With that final message, she turned away and approached the waiting black Mercedes-Benz S-Class, where a driver stood by. A spark of excitement ignited within me. Today marks my anniversary with Philip, and I couldn't shake
Philip "I handed you the job! We poured millions into this movie, only to discover the audience isn't pleased with the story's flow. And now there's negative feedback because the lead actress is embroiled in scandals!" My father's voice echoed in his expansive office. "Do something!" he bellowed, hurling papers at me that had been neatly arranged on his broad desk moments before. Clenching my fist, I exited his office. Crisis after crisis plagued Luminary Productions, and yet, as CEO, my father dumped it all on me. This was the norm in the office between me and my father. Despite orchestrating the issues himself, he still pointed the finger at me, the designated heir apparent as president of production. According to him, it was my responsibility to foresee these challenges! But when would he finally confer the position upon me? I had been his protégé for two years now, and there seemed no end in sight. I practically lived at work, bending over backwards to cater to his every whi
Sarah Philip's grasp on my arms was ferocious, each finger a vice, as if he were a stranger lost in the depths of his own darkness. It was as though he couldn't recognize me anymore. Under the weight of his anger, my bones felt fragile, on the brink of breaking, and I couldn't fathom what thoughts raced through his mind—a familiar uncertainty that haunted our interactions. With each step down the broad staircase, his chest heaved with fury. "Philip, please, calm down! I-I didn't do anything!" I pleaded, tears streaming down my cheeks, matching the torrential rain outside that also mirrored his rage. As he escorted me out of Serenity Pines Estate, the cold enveloped me, matching the chill in his demeanor. Every drop of rain felt like it seeped into my very being, amplifying my distress. I struggled to comprehend what was happening, still reeling from whatever substance the abductors had forced upon me. My eyes felt as clouded as my mind. "No, Philip!" I begged desperately, cling