This is a story about a man, a billionaire who happened to find himself in a dark pit of despair.

Having suffered a traumatic past, he is both mentally and emotionally unstable but ironically keeps a facade of calm and never seems to be swayed by anything-well, with the exception of a certain someone.

He is plagued and tormented by a demon from childhood, caged in his own mind.

Being an atheist, he despises religion-especially Christianity. But as fate would have it, he is saved by the very thing he despised.

Bittersweet-this is the story of his transition out of the darkness into the light.
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Be still and know that he is God.

Bittersweet

~You cannot serve God and serve idols. You have to pick one.~ 


Going to work that morning had put Sarah in a nervous mood. As she stood at the door deliberating whether or not to go into Mr Snow's office, she couldn't help but remember the dream she'd had the night before. 


She exhaled and opened the door— forgetting to knock. She was surprised to see he had a visitor. 


It was his sister looking as stunning as ever. 


"I'm sorry, I should have knocked." Sarah apologized. 


"Oh, what a pleasant surprise, it's your PA." The chairwoman grinned at her boss, but she couldn't register why. 


 Well, technically, they were both her bosses. 


"What is it, Miss Anderson?" She heard him ask. As she held his gaze, the dream she'd had the night before came flashing in her mind. 


"Miss Anderson." She blinked and cleared her throat, bringing herself out of her dazed state. 


She walked to his desk, handing him a document. 


Jitters