Zyrielle's POV. My heart was still racing the minute I settled into the car. I thought of the various ways that things could go awry and how I might probably have not been able to bring myself out of such a situation. It wasn't going to be easy but I had made a conscious effort to find my way and not limit myself to what Lucas wanted me to be. He probably wanted me to be depressed and sad just because I could not have everything I wanted, but that wasn't going to work for me. If I wanted some level of success and revenge, I needed to be focused on my work. "Penny for your thoughts?" Rain's voice cut through my thoughts and I looked up."I want to start making some artwork," I told him and he blinked in surprise. "Tell me that's a lie. I never knew you were gifted in such an area. Is this true?" Rain inquired all at once and I found myself chuckling, forgetting the fact that I was a bit sad."Of course, I had always had a penchant for lovely designs but didn't think it was going to
Rain's POV.This was my queue to invest in more research so that I could find a solution to her health problems. I would not be able to do anything if she was giving up so soon. There was absolutely nothing that was going to work for her anymore. This would make me relax my resolve and contact Dr Sanchez because he was the only doctor she trusted. Even if it was against my will, I would have no choice but to do it. "Are you angry at me because of what I said?" Zyrielle's soothing voice broke into my thoughts and I looked up. My mind was in disarray as I thought of the possibility of her not being here anymore just before her time. "No, we've concluded that it's not going to come up again right?" I inquired from her. The last thing I wanted was for her to talk about death like it was something trivial. I was triggered when it came to stuff like this and didn't want her to continue making light of the situation I was going to find a way to get her back on her feet. This was one of
Zyrielle's POV. My visit to the doctor there's no longer so annoying because I now had a sense of belonging. Even if I wasn't going to scale through the process, I knew that they would be a proper guardian for my kids and that alone was able to give me some sense of relaxation. I didn't want a situation where I would have to stress myself so much just to be able to get a point across. "You look very well. I could almost not recognize you." Dr Sanchez joked the minute I stepped into his office, eliciting a smile out of my lips. It was true that the fastest way for recovery was happiness. Rain had made everything easy for me and right now I felt so relieved knowing him. It definitely wasn't easy but I still had lots of peace in my soul. Sometimes whenever I had delusional or suicidal thoughts, I simply remembered that he was not going to take it lightly if he knew what I was thinking about and that helped to solve a lot of problems than usual. He might not know what he was doing fo
Zyrielle's POV. The weight of the news hit me hard in my chest as I waited for him to finally tell me more. There was absolutely nothing that would stop me from becoming happy because my unhappiness wasn't going to perform a miracle. "Lovely news I must say. Is there any remedy or is it final? Why have you stopped me from going for the surgery? I thought it was supposed to be correctional?" His demeanor changed instantly. I challenged him about the procedure. He was not even thinking about me anymore. I could see that he had anger written all over him. "This is the usual procedure but I was only trying to sugar coat things because I do not want you to fall into depression but now that you are back on your feet, I think it's high time that I told you the truth." He replied sternly. I had never experienced such a dismissive reply in my entire life but I didn't want to take it to heart. He was showing his true colors because he realized that there were no chances with me anymore. It
Zyrielle's POV. I dropped my bag on the table making me sigh out in fear. Although I might have said that I was not bothered anymore but this was my life we're talking about and there was absolutely no way that I wasn't going to think about stuff. It was just a way of me defending myself before Sanchez so that he didn't find anything against my husband and I. I was of the opinion that if someone was trying his best to make things work, it wasn't our place now to try and pull down his efforts. Rain was trying his best to make sure that I had a perfect life, he probably never wanted me to suffer a day in my life and I was grateful to have such a person around my corner. I didn't want to suffer just to prove what not, it would have been better if there were probably a lot of people around who considered it a bit worthy to show their strength but not me The kitchen door opened instantly and Meg walked out. I was thinking of employing another help so that she could be relieved of her du
Rain's POV. I was glad that I had someone a little bit considerate, not everyone would want their worker to become great under their watch. It was always the usual slavery and tipping them off so that they never left. It was the usual clipping of their wings strategy. "Are you sure that you want to get into this cleaning business or it's just a means of escape for you? You need to consider all of this before diving right into any business. If we can factor that, then we do not have any problems. If we cannot, I promise you that there is a lot to worry about, and I want you to be very keen and honest about whatever you are diving into." I heard Zyrielle continue. I had reached out to Dr Sanchez a few minutes ago and he told me of her recent condition. All I could deduce was strength. Meg had remotely no idea of what was going on with her boss, and this was one of the reasons I did not want to send my father's invitation to her because it was going to slow down things. We were tryin
Zyrielle's POV.I was mainly lounging while rain did the bulk of the work. "come check if the salt is okay." He called, which I gladly rose to do. He was particular about every taste he wanted to achieve, and I couldn't care less. As long as I was able to eat something delicious I didn't mind. But with him in the picture, I was beginning to understand the nitty-gritty about flavor building and whatnot. "I think it's perfect," I replied after tasting it. There was no reason for me to go ahead with him. "Is there anything you are expecting me to say?" I inquired from him when his gaze refused to leave mine. "It is really nice. You might have to leave real estate one of these days and pick up cooking. You are sound with it." I decided to add. He would definitely not leave his beloved company.A little chuckle escaped his lips. "If only you were going to pay me half of what my company is currently doing, then we would not have any problems. If not, believe me when I say that I will not
Zyrielle's POV. I had never felt so nervous and excited at the same time. I think the feeling was mutual for Rain because I could feel his case flickering. He didn't expect me to say what he wanted to hear but I also felt the same. With the way he was acting, it almost felt like my words were either going to break him or make him, and I just wanted to take a deep breath to know what to do next. "Rain... I don't want you to take whatever I say to mean that I...""Don't love me." He supplied. I had fallen in love with this man along the line but I was too scared to give my heart to someone else. He had the capability of thrashing it violently and I didn't think I was going to survive the second time. If everything went according to plan, I wasn't supposed to get involved with anything called love, but I guess the heart wants what it wants. "Just say it. I wouldn't get angry or react violently. You should know that by now." He said calmly but I knew how he must be feeling. No one wo
Zyrielle’s office was filled with the warm afternoon sunlight, showering a soft glow on the sleek furniture and the framed photographs that hung on the walls. She stood by the window, sipping her coffee as she gazed out at the bustling street below her. It was hard to believe how much her life had changed.Her fashion business had blossomed into one the biggest brands in Wisconsin; you couldn't even walk into a boutique without seeing her clothes. Every major fashion house in the country seemed to want a piece of her, a lot of them offering a large amount of money to have her relocate.She had declined their offers of course. Moving out of Wisconsin wasn’t part of her plan, this place had become her home. Not just that, it was also a matter of pride. She built this business with her bare hands and she'd be damned before she gave it away to strangers.She placed her cup down and walked over to a dress form draped in one of her latest designs. Running her fingers over the delicate embro
Author's POV.The sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Zyrielle’s studio, painting the room in golden light. The soft hum of her sewing machine filled the air, a comforting rhythm that steadied her nerves. She stood back from the mannequin, her fingers trailing over the fabric of her latest creation. The dress was a masterpiece, an accumulation of everything she had learned and done to get to this point.Her fashion business was finally taking off, and every day looked better than the last. Orders flooded in, collaborations were just on the horizon, and she felt, for the first time in years, that she was finally making progress.And yet, a strange unease simmered beneath all of it.Zyrielle shook her head and glanced at the clock. “Maybe I just need some fresh air,” she muttered, grabbing her bag and stepping outside.The city greeted her with its usual hustle and bustle vibe. The chatter of pedestrians, the distant honking of cars, the scent of freshly baked pastr
Rain's POVLife had a funny way of stitching moments together—victory, love, and the occasional unexpected twist. Today was a day stitched in gold. As I stood in the kitchen, holding a steaming mug of coffee, my thoughts drifted to the woman sleeping upstairs. Zyrielle. My wife, my anchor, the woman I loved more than life itself.The mere thought of her brought a smile to my face. After everything we’d been through, the surgeries, the sleepless nights, the worry—I could finally breathe again. She was here, alive, and so were our babies. Life felt like it was finally clicking into place, and I swore to myself that nothing would stop me from building the future I’d dreamed of.As I sipped my coffee, my phone flared up on the counter. I reached to pick it up, barely glancing at the screen before answering.“Rain Lark,” I responded, giving my new surname, whilst leaning against the counter.“Mr. Lark!” an excited voice burst through the line. “I have fantastic news! The housing contract
Zyrielle’s PovI felt my toes curl up slowly against my cold feet as I gained consciousness. The first thing that came to my senses was the crisp sheets of the hospital bed and the very strong stench of antiseptic.I thought I had gotten accustomed to it by now but it striked me each time.I groaned a little as I tried to lift myself to sit up with my eyes glued shut. My body still ached all over, but I was certainly feeling more energized. For the first time in what felt like weeks, I wasn't drowning in absolute pain.Instead, I felt— alive. My eyes finally fluttered open, and the first thing I saw was Rain, sitting by my side in a cushioned chair.His deep blue eyes were focused on me, his expression a mix of relief and hesitation. He wasn’t touching me, though, just sitting there like he didn’t know what to do with himself.I found that oddly cute.“Rain,” I croaked out, my voice weak but steady. I needed something to drink, I couldn't understand why my throat felt so dry.His li
Zyrielle's POV. "I want you to tell me if you feel any pains in your body." The doctor told me just before I was taken into the theater. I took a deep breath and watched my husband shake at the thought of me going inside the machine and being operated on. It was a 50/50 chance of survival and we knew what this meant. One of us wasn't going to come out alive and I hope that it wasn't my kids. "Can I speak to my husband before I go in?" I responded instead and Rain jumped at my side immediately. I had never seen him this angry in my entire life and out of his wits. If there was a way he could take away the pain from me and inflict himself instead, he would have done it, and my heart went out to him. Marcus also watched us from the glass mirror and acted as a moral support but it wasn't going to be enough to quench the way my husband felt about this situation. I was certain that he would punch the doctor if it ended up not going well. "I need you to be strong for me and the kids. We
Rain's POV“Please you have to try”“I understand, Mr. Rain, but my hands are tied. I can't take on a case like this. I'm sorry.” With that, the call ended, and I clutched the phone tightly in my palm.This couldn’t be it. That was the third hospital to refuse to operate on her but I wasn't giving up, not when her life was in danger.I kept scrolling through the endless list of contacts. Each name blurred together, none offering the solution I desperately searched for.“Rain,” my father’s voice broke through the haze, he was also searching for a doctor who could help me. I was glad for his support because I couldn't do this alone. “Any luck?” He questioned, and I shook my head, defeated.“We’re running out of options, I can’t lose her,” I murmured in a pleading tone. “She’s everything to me, my life will be meaningless without her in it”“We won’t have faith,” he assured, his tone firm, though his eyes betrayed his doubts. “I’ve reached out to my network and there's someone who might
Zyrielle's pov.My head throbbed badly as I regained consciousness; slowly, I blinked back, forcing my eyelids open to the ceiling of the hospital wards.The room was quiet except for the soft beep of the machine and footsteps. I angled my head spotting Rain pacing in the room.I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in my side made me wince, forcing me to lie back down. "Rain... I called out barely more than a whisper, but it was enough to catch his attention. He froze mid-step, his broad shoulders tense as he turned toward me."You're awake," he murmured rushing to my side. "Finally.""Finally?" I repeated, bewildered. "What do you mean, finally? What happened? How did I end up here?"He didn’t immediately answer, his eyes scanning me as though checking for any signs of injury. His jaw was tight, and for a moment, he hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. Then, he let out a low breath, stepping closer to the bed."How are you feeling?" The question came out soft, almost too gen
Zyrielle's pov.No!“No, you're gone”“You wish you could get rid of me that easily.” She gained a knife in her hand. I tried to move and tried to get away but I couldn't move.I was trapped.“Goodbye, Zyrielle,” she sneered, raising the knife and stabbing me right in the heart.“No!” I cried, jolting awake. My breathing ragged and I was sweating profusely.Instinctively, my arm clutched my chest, feeling my heart this rapidly; I wasn't injured.It was just a dream yet why did it feel so real?I felt a nudge by my side and I turned sharply, finding Rain half awake beside me. His arm was draped over his forehead, his brows furrowed even in rest. Reaching out, I touched his shoulder, my fingers trembling."Rain," I whispered, my voice cracking.He stirred, blinking slowly before turning his head to look at me. "Hey, you good?" He asked, rubbing his eyes, I could tell he was exhausted and needed to sleep, but this was important."She was here," I murmured, barely able to get the words ou
Zyrielle's POV.I shifted uncomfortably in my spot watching Rain clench and unclench his hands on the steering wheel.The tension between us was so palpable you could slice a knife through it, I didn't like the silence between us. I know he was worried still it didn't feel right."You're too quiet," I finally ventured, my voice cutting through the stillness like glass breaking. "Stop overthinking. It’s going to be fine."Rain’s jaw tightened, his eyes fixed on the road ahead as he kept driving. "When we find her it will be fine," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper."Do you have any support on this? Were you able to convince them to help us out or are you trying to play the hero and do this alone?"For a while, he didn't reply, and I could tell he was battling with whether he should tell the truth or not."I’ve got a few," he finally admitted, his voice flat, devoid of the confidence I’d hoped to hear."A few?" My heart raced. "Rain, this isn’t some game. Janet’s not going t