LOGINDays in Luvante no longer felt like a desperate escape for Sara. She had found a foreign sense of peace. For the first time, she was free from the suffocating weight of responsibility that had defined her entire life.Even long before her marriage to Damon, her life had been defined by responsibility and the persistent sting of guilt. Now, she had let go of the past, focusing solely on herself and the life growing within her. The pressures that once stifled her were gone, replaced by a quiet, steady rhythm.The factory where she worked smelled nothing of gunpowder or fear. It smelled only of premium fabrics and the rhythmic, soothing hum of sewing machines—a sharp contrast to the cold air of the Moretti estate.“Sara, I brought you some food. It’s good for the baby.” Dorothy broke through Sara’s reverie. The warm-eyed middle-aged woman walked into the office, placing a deep red lunchbox on the desk.Ever since the staff learned Sara was pregnant, they had taken turns bringing her heal
“How could he be looking for me after Roger faked my death in that ship explosion?”Sara felt the blood drain from her face. In this unfamiliar city, everyone she crossed paths with suddenly felt like a threat.“I’ll find out,” Mason said, rising from his chair. “Don’t forget to lock the doors. I’ll send my men to secure the perimeter.”After Mason left, Sara rushed to check every entry point. She turned off all the lights and curled up under the blankets on her bed.Damon was in another country, yet she could feel him watching her. Her mind wouldn't quiet, and her eyes refused to close. Even the sound of tree branches scraping against the window made her heart race with anxiety.“Why is he hunting me? Wasn't killing my dad enough?” she whispered, her voice trembling.At the thought of her father, a quiet sob escaped her. She held back her tears with all her might, terrified that even the sound of her crying might give her away.She truly didn’t know what she had done to make a man li
Sara slipped from one ship to another, erasing her trail with surgical precision. The final vessel brought her to Luvante.Mason—Roger’s man—waited at the docks. He signaled for Sara to take his arm, a move meant to help them blend into the crowd without raising suspicion.“Lean your head on my shoulder and keep your gaze down. There are CCTV cameras everywhere here,” Mason whispered.Sara complied instantly. Whenever she felt eyes on them, she forced a smile and murmured trivialities to him.Once they were inside the car, their facade dropped. Mason slid a folder containing new identification documents across the seat.“Your name is Sara Green now. Mr. Roger has arranged for a residence and a year’s worth of funds. After that, you’re on your own.”One year was more than enough. Even if Roger had provided nothing but the freedom to leave, she would have accepted it in a heartbeat.“Thank you.”Roger was honoring his deal with Albert. Sara was finally free. She could breathe without th
At that very moment the Moretti cargo ship exploded.Sara stood on the lifeboat, hugging her shivering frame. In the distance, the blaze from the explosion clawed at the night sky, casting dancing orange shadows across the dark water.The sight mirrored the nightmare of her past.That night, years ago, when her family first arrived in San Marito, Albert had intended to pay a courtesy call to the Lockwood family—Damon’s parents. Instead, they had walked straight into hell. Fire devoured the Lockwood mansion, swallowing the structure in thick, suffocating black smoke.From the car window, Sara had seen a sight that made her heart stop. Trapped behind a cracking window on the upper floor was a teenage boy—Damon.“Stay in the car, Sara! Maya!” her father had shouted before rushing out to call for help.The air grew lethal. Ignoring the danger and her father’s command, Sara unbuckled her belt and bolted.“Sara, don’t!” Maya screamed, but Sara was already gone.
Felix—Damon’s right-hand man—had just returned from the investigation. He entered Damon’s study to submit the casualty list from the ship explosion. He took a seat in front of the desk, not daring to interrupt Damon, who was replaying the CCTV footage repeatedly.Damon hit pause on the figure of Sara in the video, being dragged onto the cargo ship by several masked men. His gaze shifted to the report on the desk. He leafed through the pages and photos of victims destroyed by the explosion. Not a single living soul had survived.“The cargo ship was carrying chemical loads from our factory, Sir. It’s nearly impossible for any remains to be recovered. We only found charred metal fragments and fabric.”Damon’s hand stopped at an image of a fabric scrap snagged on the ship’s wreckage. His eyes narrowed, and one brow arched, as if he had spotted something amiss.“Her body was obliterated in the blast, yet her clothes survived on the wreckage?”Damon Moretti never believed in coincidences, n
“The cargo ship exploded in the middle of the ocean, Sir. Our team is currently heading to the location for further investigation.”Damon stood like a statue by the window, staring into the dark sky. His jaw was clenched so tight the muscles in his temples throbbed.He didn't need to roar to broadcast his fury. The pressure in the room alone was enough to suffocate anyone present.The subordinate who reported the news swallowed hard, hesitating to continue. “Sir… the port’s CCTV footage shows Mrs. Sara being dragged into that very ship. It seems—”The door slammed open, cutting him off. Roger strode in uninvited. His face twisted into a sickening smirk as he stopped before Damon’s desk.“I heard your little wife was kidnapped? And just now, our cargo ship, which those intruders hijacked, exploded in the middle of the ocean.” Roger blatantly displayed his joy at his adoptive brother’s defeat. “What a pity… my little brother, who hasn't been married long, is suddenly a widower.”Damon r







