***[This book is written exclusively for Goodnovel App only. Any illegal production of this novel will result in immediate legal action.]*** Sarah Garner’s pov. Yes. I planned everything. Yes, I was looking for a vulnerable moment when I could easily confide my insecurities to Keith. He hated liars. So, I needed to tell him during labor pains about what I did to Ashley. Today a huge burden was lifted off my chest. I felt lightheaded and lightweight. Ha-ha. “What are you thinking?” Keith asked me while rocking Mashal in his arms. He was pacing around in the room and was sweet-talking to our daughter who was fast asleep. “I am thinking that how much I love you.” I was sure there was pride in my eyes for our beautiful daughter and for her caring father. Keith gently placed her in the crib and quickly closed the gap between us, “I love you too, my love.” He bent down and gave me a sound kiss. However, he straightened up when we heard a soft knock on the door. “Marw!” I outstretched

***[This book is written exclusively for Goodnovel app only. Any illegal production of this novel will result in immediate legal action.]*** Ashley Walters pov My graduation ceremony was due in a few days. My university fellows were stunned when they discovered that I was married to Justin. Justin had gotten back his dean position, thanks to my dearest brother-in-law Keith. Two years back, after the announcement of will by Grandpa, Sarah’s mom passed away. Steward Garner… I mean Grandpa was very upset about her demise. She had been a good daughter-in-law and shared a very good bond with him before Leigh Walters arrived to announce her pregnancy. The woman could not have enough guts to leave Ashton Garner, so she suffered throughout her life. She could never develop that special bond with her kids. She could never express her hatred for her husband to anyone. The woman was so mentally disturbed that she could never take a stand for her son when Ashton forced him to marry a girl. All

My heart started racing as I felt the warmth of his body against mine. I looked up at him, and our eyes locked again. The intensity in his gaze was almost too much to bear. I swallowed hard, trying to calm my nerves. "Who is still here?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper. Ha-ha. I had already forgotten about Brian and was asking this man a silly question like a fool. "Umm. The man? The one who's been following you," he reminded me, his voice low and steady. "I've been keeping an eye on him, but I think he's getting bolder. We need to leave now." He held me close as he spoke, his hands firm but gentle. I couldn't help but feel safe in his embrace, even though I had no idea who he was. “Leave the place! And go where?” I tried to hold my horses in his presence. Nobody had this kind of effect on me. “Any place. Where he can’t reach you, Cherie.” He suggested. If he was finding my questions a little absurd, he chose not to remark. "Okay," I said, my voice barely audib

I was standing near Margret who was working on the salon’s main counter. We had decided to go for a hundred percent advance bookings and were discussing advertising it.“For the time being you can take over the reception,” I suggested her. The poor woman was an arthritis patient, so I used to involve her more in desk jobs.“By the way,” she bent over the counter with that sinful glint in her eyes, “how is it going with that gorgeous hunk?”She was so secretive, and the question was so unexpected that I had to pull back to look at her face.“Umm. Ah. Nothing serious…” Nobody here knew that he was here in the Salon before everyone else arrived. They were also not aware that he had invited me for the lunch, next day.“I think he likes you. Give him a chance, Eve.” She suggested me with kindness.As I continued to stand next to Margaret at the salon’s main counter, I couldn't help but feel a bit awkward about her question regarding the "gorgeous hunk." I knew she was my sincere employee a

There was a ding, and with it, the elevator doors opened. I stepped out with Adonis following me, and I stopped dead short. The apartment's room which seemed like a living room was huge but with a minimalist approach. It was decorated in all grey, with sleek, modern furniture that gave it a sophisticated and elegant feel. As I took a step forward, Adonis put his hand on my shoulder and gently guided me towards the couch. "Make yourself comfortable," he said with a smile. "Can I get you something to drink?" "Water, please," I replied, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the grandeur of the apartment. As Adonis disappeared into the kitchen, I took a moment to look around. The living room was impressive, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a stunning view of the city skyline. The walls were adorned with tasteful artwork, I was sure at the daytime the room most likely would be filled with natural light that must highlight the space's unique features even more. Adonis returned with a g