A vengeful millionaire weds a humble, plain gardener to spite his former lover, only to uncover a shocking truth on their wedding night…
When evening came, the dinner was yet another test of her patience. She wore a dress chosen by the stylist Thomas had hired. Something elegant and expensive, but that didn’t feel like her.
During the event, Sarah smiled and engaged in polite conversations with the guests, but her discomfort was evident. At one point, she accidentally spilled a little wine on the table. One of the associates made a sarcastic joke, and Thomas didn’t miss the opportunity to correct her discreetly.
Be more careful, he whispered coldly. I’m not a perfect doll, Thomas, she replied, looking him directly in the eye. He didn’t respond, but the tension between them was palpable.
Later, when they returned to the mansion, Sarah couldn’t hold back her emotions any longer. I get it now, you just want me as a trophy to show off, she said, facing Thomas in the living room, but that doesn’t mean you get to treat me like I’m less than you. Thomas stared at her, surprised by her boldness.
This isn’t about that. You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to this marriage. Knew? She let out a bitter laugh.
All you did was use my need against me. You don’t care about who I am, as long as I serve your plan. And what’s wrong with that? He shot back, his voice rising.
You knew the terms. Why does it bother you now? Because I’m not like you, Thomas, Sarah said, stepping closer. I care.
I feel. And if you can’t see people beyond how they serve your goals, then you’re the one who’s losing. Her words hung in the air, heavy with emotion.
Thomas remained silent, his hands clenched into fists. For the first time, he didn’t have a response. Sarah turned and walked to her room, leaving Thomas alone in the living room.
He sat on the sofa, his thoughts in turmoil. The truth was, Sarah was right, but he didn’t know how to handle it. She was more than just a piece in his game, and the idea that she could challenge him was both infuriating and fascinating.
That night, they slept in separate rooms, but the tension between them wouldn’t be easy to resolve. The battle had begun, and neither of them was willing to back down any time soon. The car glided smoothly along the road, as silence reigned between Thomas and Sarah.
Their destination was a luxurious charity event on the coast, a fundraiser for an educational foundation. Despite her usual discomfort being around Thomas, Sarah couldn’t deny that something felt different during this trip. The usual tension seemed to have lessened, and she decided to focus on the scenery, avoiding any unnecessary interaction.
You’re awfully quiet, Thomas broke the silence, his eyes fixed on the road. Is that a problem? Sarah replied, raising an eyebrow. He let out a soft sigh.
No. I just thought you might have questions about the event. I don’t have any, but thank you for your concern, she shot back, her voice dripping with irony, Thomas suppressed a smile.
She always had a sharp response, something he was beginning to find, oddly enough, refreshing. When they arrived at the hotel, Sarah was shown to the room Thomas had reserved for her. It was a sophisticated suite, complete with a balcony offering a stunning view of the ocean.
She was mesmerized by the beauty of the place, but she reminded herself not to get carried away. Later, as they prepared for the event, Sarah chose a dress that combined simplicity and elegance, something that highlighted her natural charm. When she descended to the lobby and met Thomas, she noticed the fleeting look of surprise he tried to mask.
You look very nice, he commented curtly, though there was an unsettling sincerity in his tone. She simply nodded. Thank you.
The ballroom was a display of opulence, men in flawless suits and women adorned with extravagant jewelry mingled, exchanging pleasantries with false smiles. Sarah felt the familiar discomfort growing in her chest, but took a deep breath, determined to face the night with dignity. As the two moved through the crowd, Sarah noticed that Thomas seemed more relaxed than usual.
He wasn’t pressuring her as he had before, which allowed her to let her guard down slightly. During a break for drinks, they sat at a secluded table, where for the first time the conversation took an unexpected turn. What was your life like before all of this? Thomas asked, genuinely curious.
Sarah hesitated. Simple. I grew up in a humble neighborhood.
My father passed away when I was young, so my mum and I had to figure things out on our own. I started working early to help her. She paused, her gaze fixed on the glass in front of her.
When she got sick, things became harder, but I did what I had to do to take care of her. Thomas watched her intently as she spoke. There was something in her voice that conveyed strength, even as she recounted her struggles.
And you? she asked, shifting the focus. What was it like growing up with all of this? Thomas gave a bitter smile. Growing up with money and high expectations isn’t as simple as it looks.
My father always pushed me to be perfect. When he died, I had to take over everything, even though I wasn’t ready. He paused.
Something rare for him. And then came Rebecca. I thought I finally had something that was mine, not about business or responsibilities.
But I was wrong. Sarah didn’t respond immediately. She saw something in Thomas she hadn’t expected.
Vulnerability. Behind the facade of control and arrogance was a man carrying more weight than he wanted to admit. Sounds like we both had to grow up too fast, she remarked softly.
Thomas looked at her, surprised by the empathy in her voice. For the first time, he felt like someone truly saw him. Their growing connection was interrupted when Rebecca entered the ballroom, drawing everyone’s attention.
She walked confidently toward Thomas and Sarah, a sharp smile on her lips and a provocative glint in her eyes. Sarah, Rebecca began, feigning a friendly tone. You look lovely tonight.
Thomas does have good taste, after all. Rebecca, Sarah replied with a calm smile. You also look… striking.
Rebecca let out a light laugh, but there was venom in her expression. Tell me, it must be such a huge change for you, going from gardener to the wife of a magnate. I hope it’s not too hard to keep up.
Sarah took a deep breath. She knew it was a provocation, but she decided not to back down. It’s true, it’s a big change.
But I believe authenticity always stands out, no matter the setting. Rebecca narrowed her eyes, feeling disarmed by Sarah’s poised response. Before she could retort, Thomas stepped in.
Rebecca, why don’t you enjoy the party somewhere else? I’m sure you’ll find someone willing to entertain your insinuations. She shot Sarah a final glare before walking away, visibly irritated. Sarah, though nervous, maintained her composure.
When she looked at Thomas, she noticed a glimmer of admiration in his eyes. Well played, he said with a faint smile. I won’t stoop to her level, Sarah replied firmly.
No matter what happens, I won’t let anyone disrespect me. Thomas didn’t respond, but in that moment something shifted within him. Sarah was far more than just a piece in the game he had crafted.
She was strong, authentic, and, above all, unpredictable. As the night went on, Thomas found himself thinking that perhaps Sarah wasn’t just an ally in his quest for revenge. Maybe she was exactly what he needed to rediscover something he had long lost, a real reason to move forward.
The morning began like any other for Sarah, with sunlight filtering through the mansion’s massive windows. She was in the garden, the only place where she still felt at ease, when the housekeeper approached with an unreadable expression and handed her an envelope. This arrived for you, Mrs. Brown…