Thank you so much!
Sarah The secretary who used to work for Philip met me with a defiant look as I approached her in the lobby. Back then, I thought Philip had betrayed me and disrespected our marriage. Now I realize this woman dealt a huge blow to my self-worth. However, where was Philip when the secretary was having sex with his uncle or whoever it was? And why did she choose my ex-husband's office for their sordid affair? Why was I so foolish to allow these people to oppress me? What was her name again? "What do you need from me?" I asked, masking my emotions. She raised an eyebrow, poised for confrontation. "Can I talk to you?" "What is this about?" I asked, looking innocent like a lost little girl facing the big bad wolf. "It's about Boss Philip." "The truth is I'm busy, but I'll give you five minutes if it's brief," I said. She stared at me intently, likely scrutinizing my reactions. I knew she suspected I would soon be working at Luminary Productions, and I didn't want her interference.
Philip After the meeting, I was taken aback to find my mother waiting for me. I initially thought she was scheming to stir up trouble for Sarah again. However, her words took me by surprise. "Son, are you busy? I wanted to invite you to have dinner," Mother stated. "I'm always busy, Mother," I muttered as I reviewed one document. "But I'm fine with dinner tonight." I had my reasons for wanting to talk to her, so I agreed to accompany her. Some matters needed to be clarified, secrets that had come to light, especially concerning Sarah and her involvement. She needed to know what I had discovered. "Don't neglect yourself. You've been so preoccupied that we don't get to talk properly. We don't see each other anymore. You're often on trips, and I have also heard Sarah is staying at Mr. Benner's villa." I remained silent in the presence of my mother. At that moment, delving into a conversation was not on my agenda. My focus was tethered to my work, and I had no intention of allowing
Sarah My intuition proved accurate regarding Madam Cornell's behavior. She only displayed courage when she believed I wouldn't challenge her actions. However, upon realizing my willingness to confront her, she couldn't stand it and left. Her anger towards me intensified because she could no longer control Philip. I will uncover Madam Cornell's weakness. Megan remained seated, jaw clenched, struggling to regain her composure. Nevertheless, she tried to recover. "Philip, you don't truly love Sarah. Do you think if your baby with her were alive, you would have a happy life? Do you really believe it would help your position as the prospective president while she's pregnant? Your mother was right! One thing is certain about your relationship with Sarah while I was gone - you don't respect or love her. You despise her!" Megan declared, her voice steady but filled with contempt. She stood up, casting a furious glance in my direction. She was right. It was this realization that prompted m
Sarah Heat exploded across my body, coursing down my chest to pool between my thighs. My pulse thundered wildly, my legs shaking as they squeezed together with an achy need for Philip. "What do you want me to do, Sarah?" Philip gently laid me on the bed before towering over me. His fingers threaded through my hair, holding me with a tender yet firm grip, as if he was determined to remain entwined with me, no matter my protests. Under different circumstances, I might have wanted him to leave me alone, but now I was wet, burning, craving him desperately. My heart yearned for his love, even if it seemed impossible. His mouth crashed onto mine with searing passion. My legs snaked around his firm backside as I responded fervently to his damning kisses. After I nearly lost my breath from the intensity, his mouth trailed down to devour the sensitive skin of my neck. I could feel the throbbing need in my core pulsating with each passing moment, my body curling with pleasure against the so
Philip Dawn had scarcely broken when a call from Father roused me. Jane and I were summoned to the mansion, and we couldn't refuse. Reluctantly, I decided to bring my sister home, even though I didn't want to leave Sarah yet. At the Cornell mansion, my father's orders must be followed. Our family discussion over breakfast revolved around one pivotal issue: Jane's arranged marriage to the Olsens. In return, they would provide substantial support for our Sci-Fi project. Mom explained that the Olsen Group would invest 1.2 billion dollars into the project. Jane felt I didn't care about her, but that couldn't be further from the truth. I asked Mom if I could speak with the Olsens to ensure our agreement was solidified in a contract. "Brother Philip, why did you agree?" Jane cried as we drove to the office. "I expected you to fight for me. Now, you're even going to talk to the Olsens to secure my situation with them?" "Jane, I'm doing this for you! You know how Dad is; his decisio
Sarah Philip pulled me into his private office and pressed me against the door, his lips crashing onto mine in a passionate kiss. His hands gripped my shoulders, holding me firmly in place. "Philip, hang on!" I protested, but he ignored me. He scooped me up effortlessly, setting me down on his grand table, my legs dangling off the edge. "Philip! Stop!" I said, pushing him away and getting off the table. I moved far from his spot. "I didn't come here for you to flirt with me. Tsk!" I hadn't even recovered from Jane asking for my help with her marriage when I was immediately faced with a new challenge from Madam Olsen. And now, here was Philip with his flirtations. "Sorry, I just couldn't help myself after seeing you. So, what brings you here?" he asked with a flirtatious tone. "I came here about Jane! Is it true that she's set to get married this weekend?" Philip sighed wearily. "Yes, the decision was rather sudden." "Why did you agree to marry her off to the Olsens? Is Madam Ol
Sarah Amir orchestrated the arrangement for Grandpa Mitchell's chauffeur to await my arrival at the bustling Dubai airport, effortlessly sparing me of any travel hassles. From Highland Hills, I had informed my family of my forthcoming visit to the stately mansion. Exhaustion enveloped me like a heavy cloak, and the yearning for sleep permeated every fiber of my being. Despite flying business class, I was utterly drained and craving sleep. The flight had been tiring, especially with my mind in such turmoil. As I stepped through the mansion's grand entrance, weary from travel, Amir's welcoming presence enveloped me. Despite the late hour, his warm greeting reassured me of being home. Amanda stood beside him, wearing a welcoming smile. "Are you alright?" Amir asked worriedly as I got out of the car. I wasn't sure if I should talk to him after he told Jessica what happened between me and Marcus. "I'm fine. Why do you ask?" Amir crossed his arms and voiced his assumption. "This tri
Sarah "Grandpa, what do you mean she's my mother's twin?" Amir asked, clearly surprised by the revelation. The furrowed lines on his brow revealed that he, too, had been utterly unaware our mother had an identical twin sibling. Grandpa Mitchell let out a weary sigh before delving into the story. "Back when my business and youth consumed me, I dedicated all my time to work, inadvertently creating a divide between my wife and me. After a misunderstanding, we agreed to separate; your mom stayed with me while Criselda went with her mother. "In those days, I maintained a connection with Criselda and continued to support her. My wife remarried, and I thought everything had settled. Little did I realize the simmering jealousy Criselda harbored toward your mom. Despite my efforts, they never seemed to get along. As time passed, both my daughters pursued their education. Your mom excelled, becoming a licensed accountant and eventually an economist like myself, which filled me with pride. "