Chapter 134: Chapter 134 Chase Rich n
Sarah’s POV
"And you feel sothing for ?" My voice cracked. "Is that what you’re saying?"
He didn’t answer.
"Say it, Marcus." I was shaking now. "Say sothing. Anything. Tell
I’m wrong. Tell
today ant nothing. Tell
you don’t feel anything when you look at ."
He was quiet for so long, I thought I might break.
"Tell !" I shouted.
He moved fast. Faster than I expected. One mont, he was standing there; the next, he had
pinned against the wall. His body pressed against mine. His hands are on either side of my head.
My breath caught.
"You want
to say sothing?" His voice was low. Dangerous. "Fine. I’ll say sothing. Watch your mouth."
I swallowed. "Or what?"
"Or you’ll find out what happens when you push
too far."
"Are you threatening ?"
"I’m warning you."
I looked up at him. Into those dark, burning eyes. I should have been scared. I should have backed down.
Instead, I got angry.
"Or what?" I said again, louder this ti. "What if I don’t watch my mouth? What if I keep pushing? What are you going to do, Marcus? Fire ? Throw
out? Because that’s all you’ve got. That’s all you ever have."
His jaw tightened.
"You can push
around," I continued. "You can pin
to walls. You can remind
of contracts until you’re blue in the face. But it doesn’t change the truth."
"And what truth is that?"
"That you feel sothing." I held his gaze. "I know you do. I saw it in your eyes today. I felt it when you kissed . You can pretend all you want, but I know."
He leaned closer. His face inches from mine.
"You don’t know anything."
"I know you’re scared."
That got him. Sothing flickered in his eyes.
"I know you’re terrified of feeling sothing real," I whispered. "So you push people away. You hide behind contracts and rules and cold looks. But I see you, Marcus. I see past all of it."
He was quiet. So close I could feel his breath on my lips.
"I see you," I repeated.
He moved then. Not away. Closer. His face turned, and I felt his nose run along my neck. Slow. Deliberate. He breathed in deep.
My heart stopped.
"You sll desperate," he murmured against my skin. "Just like all the other girls."
The words hit
like a slap.
I froze. My whole body went cold.
He pulled back just enough to look at . His eyes were hard again. Cruel.
"They all think they can change ," he said quietly. "They all think they’re special. That they’ll be the ones to break through. But they’re not. And neither are you."
I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move.
"You’re just the nanny, Sarah." His voice was flat. "Don’t forget that."
He pushed off the wall and walked away.
I stood there frozen, my back against the cold wall, my heart shattered into a million pieces.
The door to his office closed with a click.
And I slid down the wall and cried.
***
I had just finished cleaning the plates when Ryan had eaten his lunch, and I put everything back in place before walking out.
As I walked into the hallway, I suddenly noticed soone standing near the entrance.
A woman, I hadn’t heard the door open or the doorbell ring.
How did she even get past the guards?
She looked around sixty tall and perfectly dressed in an expensive dark outfit. Her silver hair was styled neatly, and everything about her appearance scread elegance and wealth.
But it was the way she was looking at
that made my stomach twist.
Her eyes moved slowly over
from head to toe like she was inspecting sothing unpleasant.
Pure disapproval.
I straightened slightly and forced a polite smile.
"Hello," I said carefully. "Can I help you?"
The woman didn’t answer imdiately; instead, she kept staring at , her expression growing colder by the second.
Finally, she spoke.
"You must be Sarah."
The way she said my na made it sound like an insult.
I nodded slowly. "Yes... I’m Sarah."
Her lips curled with clear disgust.
"Pathetic."
The word hit
so suddenly that I blinked in surprise.
"I’m sorry?" I said.
She crossed her arms and continued staring at
like I was sothing beneath her.
"I can’t believe my son has sunk this low," she said coldly.
My fingers tightened slightly at my sides.
"I think there may be so misunderstanding," I replied politely.
"Oh, please," she snapped, waving her hand dismissively. "Don’t start pretending with ."
"I’m not pretending."
"Cut the act," she said sharply. "Girls like you always pretend to be innocent."
"Girls like ?"
"Yes," she said with a small, bitter laugh. "The kind who chase rich n."
I stayed calm even though her words stung.
"I’m not chasing anyone."
"Of course you are," she replied. "You think I haven’t seen this before?"
"I really don’t know what you an."
"You’re here because of Marcus’s money."
For a mont, I just looked at her, and for a second, I could see her resemblance to Damon, with Damon’s sa eyes.
My heart skipped a beat.
This woman looked so much like my ex-fiancé that it couldn’t be a coincidence; she must be Marcus’s mother... well, of course, realizing that made my chest tighten, but I forced myself to remain calm.
I tilted my head slightly.
"I’m sorry... who are you?"
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