Is this destiny?

Arthur, Gabriella, and Darlene are sitting in the sunroom.

The butler spoke to them after snacks and refreshments were served: "Let us know if you need anything else. Master and Madam will be with you shortly…"

The sunroom is made to stick out of the villa, so three walls are made completely out of glass, giving them a great view of the garden and the lake. Other than nature, they can see kids moving in groups who seem to be on some mission.

Darlene could not hold back her curiosity when she heard the chatter in the hallway. She walked to the door and spotted a lively group of teenagers.

"What are you doing?", Darlene asked.

"Scavenger hunt.", Julius responded cheerfully and hurried to catch up with Allen. They are excited, their clue is leading them to the study room, and it seems that they might need to crack open a safe! Julius still remembers how cool Allen was when he disarmed the bomb, and he does not want to miss seeing Allen open a safe!

Darlene looked at her father and made a face. "These nobodies are having fun with a scavenger hunt and enjoying their lives, and you woke me up and yelled at me for no reason. Ah, I wonder what the prizes will be. It seems that these nobodies are having a good treatment here..."

"Sit and be quiet.", Arthur said through his teeth while hoping that people didn\'t hear Darlene\'s condescending remark about the kids. They are in the house of the Whites for crying at loud! 

Arthur wanted to come here more than once, but he didn\'t reach beyond the entry door. Marcus never saw him as worthy. But now he is in!

Arthur observed Darlene who huffed while taking a seat on the sofa chair and he wondered, how can she be so self-centered? Doesn\'t she understand their current situation? Obviously, not.

Arthur was unable to trace the origin of those online articles, and they were unable to remove them, and that proves whoever is responsible for them is powerful. Those articles are tarnishing their reputation, jeopardizing his business, and potentially alerting authorities of his tax evasion and shady deals. In addition to that, by nine o\'clock, Arthur got calls from his three business partners who all told him the same thing: if he does not come up with some explanation and clear his name by this afternoon, they will cancel their cooperation with him. No one wants to associate themselves with a company that is full of issues.

Sure, Arthur is not absolutely certain that all this is happening because of Darlene and her faux pas from the previous day, but if Sarah and Aiden are not behind this, Arthur can ask them to help him out. After all, he is out of options, his world is crumbling, and he is ready to pay any price. How much he knows, there is no one more powerful than the White family and the fact that they allowed them to come in, is giving him hope that this might work out.

…

Upstairs, in the master bedroom closet.

"Can you help me with the zipper?", Sarah asked Aiden who is buttoning up his shirt.

He turned toward Sarah and saw that she is wearing a flowy summer knee-length dress whose zipper at the back is open, revealing her flawless back. Well, for him, everything related to Sarah is perfect.

He observed the dress and licked his lips slowly while in his mind that hem moved higher, exposing more of her legs.

Sarah giggled when she felt his lips on her back a split second after his arms wrapped around her waist. "I asked you to help me with the zipper…"

He inched away and with his fingers gently traced the barely visible scars from her surgeries, the ones which are reminding him that he almost lost her. Twice. That was a year and a half ago, and he still remembers the agony of his soul shattering when she didn\'t respond to his cries. But she is here now… alive and smiling and they are married.

"You are wearing a dress…", he said while making a trail of kisses on her neck.

"Mhm…", she hummed in confirmation and closed her eyes. There is nothing better than Aiden\'s kisses.

"I want you to wear something else."

Sarah opened her eyes and saw a necktie dangling a few inches in front of her face. She blinked. "Me? Shouldn\'t you wear it?"

Aiden walked in front of her, and took both of her hands into his. He kissed the back of her palms and he didn\'t break the eye contact while tying her wrists together.

Sarah was lost in his endlessly dark eyes which stirred with lust. It\'s more than a year since he tied her up the last time, but she clearly remembers the feeling of surrendering to him fully and how liberating that experience is. At that time, he said that he will not tie her up again until he is confident that he can control himself. And he controls himself so that she can completely enjoy the experience. Ah, she is turned on already.

When he tightened the knot, she remembered: "Aiden, we have guests downstairs, waiting for us."

Aiden used his leg to push the leather bench next to the section of the closet with drawers and pressed her down to get on her knees next to the bench.

Her heart was beating wildly as he tied the other side of the necktie to the handle of the drawers, interlocking them so that the drawers can\'t be opened by tugging and at the same time pulling Sarah so that her torso stretches over the bench.

He didn\'t respond with words, but the way he looked at her told her what he is up to.

She smiled as he made his way behind her.

Sarah felt the breeze when he lifted her skirt up and she took in a shaky breath when his palms glided higher on the inside of her thigs.

The heat of his body splashed against her exposed back when he leaned above her and murmured close to her ear: "Let them wait…"

Sarah jolted when he tugged on her panties, ripping them in the process and making her whole body tremble in anticipation. \'Yes, let them wait…\'

…

In the sunroom…

"How long are we going to wait? Do your masters know that we are here?", Darlene asked impatiently when the maid served her the third glass of iced tea.

The maid smiled, apparently unphased by Darlene\'s behavior. "Yes. They will join you as soon as they can."

Darlene snorted in response.

"Darlene, you need to be patient.", Arthur reminded her when the maid left.

"You want to say that we need to bear the injustice and suck up to them."

Arthur waved his index finger in the air, indicating to Darlene to mind her language. "You can call it any way you want, but the fact is that we need something from them. And when you are in such a situation, you bow your head and keep your temper in check."

"We are here almost an hour!", Darlene hissed.

She turned to her mother for support. Gabriella didn\'t say a word since they came here, and if not for occasionally checking her phone, she would be no different than a statue.

"Mom, say something."

Gabriella shook her head, indicating her disapproval of Darlene\'s behavior and focused back on her phone. That morning, she decided to get a divorce and she is exchanging messages with her lawyer to see how it can be done so that she gets the most out of it.

If not for the possibility of Whites helping clear up the mess which is ruining her reputation and her business with cosmetics, she would not be here. She didn\'t want to come, but when Arthur told her that he is helpless, she had no choice than to swallow her pride and grievances. She is too angry to talk and pretend that everything is fine, but she can be quiet, and her presence alone should be enough.

Gabriella is aware that Darlene is right and that Whites are making them wait on purpose, but she also knows that Arthur is right. They can\'t act haughtily if they expect Whites to help them. And she needs to do anything to save her business, how else will she survive after the divorce?

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