The Billionaire Is Infatuated With His Ex lover

By the expansive poolside within the grounds of a luxurious hotel, a young, beautiful girl clad in a red bikini from the latest summer collection confidently flaunted her sultry curves, capturing every gaze. She was Sara Roberts

Sara was a girl of strong character, or in other words, headstrong and impulsive, and to her stern father, she was indeed "a wild horse that couldn't be tamed." Having lost her mother at a young age, she always believed her father to be the cause. As a result, a gap had always existed between them, one that seemed impossible to bridge.

After four years of living abroad and having fun, she returned home as per an agreement made years before and marked by the welcome-back party today.

Extravagant parties like this were nothing new to Sara, for she was the daughter of a leading businessman in the cosmetics industry in this city. The cost of such parties could equal what an average worker might earn in ten years, but such amounts were of no concern for those born at the finish line. Her circle of close friends was also composed of wealthy heirs and heiresses, so money was never an issue.

Sara emerged from the pool, her fair, glistening skin adding to her allure. She walked over to Henry, placing her hand on his muscular shoulder, her gaze affectionate as she whispered.

"Turn the music up; let's feel the vibe."

Henry flashed a bright smile, revealing his charming dimple, and cranked the music to its maximum. The crowd immediately responded, and the atmosphere surged with excitement.

Sara swayed to the rhythm; each dance moves gracefully and fluidly, attracting the eyes of the young men. Her return this time had undoubtedly not disappointed them.

Sara possessed round, sparkling black eyes that shone like the depths of the Son River, clear enough to see to the bottom, and her long, dyed golden hair was so stunning it compelled onlookers to exclaim its beauty. 

Her tiny bikini accentuated her fair skin, showcasing her physical attributes to their full advantage.

Sara always had confidence in her natural beauty, though her childhood's lack of maternal love occasionally led her to self-deprecation with her pessimistic thoughts.

Amidst the pulsating music and the raucous cheers, boys and girls flirted and frolicked without restraint, enjoying a freedom devoid of boundaries.

A server brought her a glass of red wine, her favorite. Sara inhaled the distinctive, delicate aroma of the aged grapes before taking a deep breath, the sensation thrilling her senses.

A nearby young man stepped forward with a smile, offering her a drink, but Sara declined as he wasn't her type, although, in truth, no one knew what her kind was like. Everyone felt Sara was a girl full of secrets, an enigma with many layers. The rejected young man awkwardly moved away, his discomfort evident in his twisted face and forced smile.

As the party continued and Sara became more engrossed in the lively music, the server brought her another drink. She accepted it with a smile, unaware of any potential problem. The party went on with no end in sight.

After the alcohol took effect, Sara began to feel dizzy. The scene blurred, the lights dimmed, and everything seemed to spin. She needed help, but everyone was too engrossed in their merriment to hear her cries for help. Henry was not far away, but his image grew indistinct in her mind.

Sara hurriedly put on a thin jacket and returned to her room. As she walked through the hallway, she felt someone following her. She quickened her pace to shake them off, but the more she walked, the more she felt lost, trapped in an undefined maze.

As her steps slowed, Sara suddenly saw a room ahead where someone had just entered without closing the door completely; she grabbed the door, looking for help.

"Let me in for a moment, just a moment; someone is chasing me."

Observing the scantily clad girl, the man appeared skeptical, wondering if she truly meant no harm, yet her pleading made it impossible for him to ignore her. He responded with a chilliness that could not be colder.