Rain's POV.Watching Zyrielle walk down the makeshift aisle was a delight because this time I could feel the change in the air. She was more open to being with me than before when it was forced. She was a true blushing bride. Jenny served as our emergency little bride and she handled the situation perfectly. "You look handsome today uncle Rain." She remarked when she got closer to me and sprinkled some flowers on the floor. My father walked Zyrielle down the aisle and I couldn't have felt prouder of my family than this way. They had totally surprised me. I would never have thought that they had it in them to be this romantic and thoughtful despite how much we had fought. Clara was one of the makeshift bridesmaids with my cousin Sarah. This promise was fun and I was up for it. I wanted this to be remarkable hence the reason I didn't do the conventional wedding plans. This was intimate and memorable and for someone like Zyrielle who was sentimental, this was the perfect way to get he
Zyrielle's POV.A week later, My eyes wandered towards the lady right in front of me with a small smile on my face. "Yep, I am here to see my husband. I do not need an appointment." I told his receptionist when she tried to stop me from entering the main office. I understood the fact that she didn't know who I was; hence, it was normal for her to follow the protocols. She looked me up and down with contempt shining in her eyes making me smile a little bit. Rain had rejected a lot of assistants, and this has been the major reason. I wasn't going to fight her to prove my position. "Why don't I confirm from him?" She inquired more like a dismissive reply which I didn't quite take offense to. This was one of the things that we faced, even from whoever was concerned. "That will be better." I replied, and she smiled at me fakely before punching her phone. "good morning, sir, someone is here to see you. She says she is your wife." I scoffed, what a rude way of introducing someone! "Ye
Zyrielle's POV.I was unable to concentrate on my latest designs so much that I ended up drawing the same sketches. "Ma'am, I think you should check this out." My assistant said, cutting my attention off my thoughts. Rain wasn't in any way involved with women but the fact that he didn't take my words seriously made things even worse. I wasn't paranoid or problematic. I appreciated everything that he did for me but discarding my words like I was some paranoid being was disgusting."Oh, really? This makes a lot of sense." I commented. Brenda gave me a bashful smile. "Thank you, ma'am." I smiled at her, "Discard this." I pointed at the sketch papers. "We'll use this idea. I hope I don't get to pay for it." I asked playfully before walking to my table. "No, it's completely free. I think that we should also contest for the City Fashion week. These designs are superb." She pointed at my poor sketches.I squinted in confusion as I tried to understand what she was referring to. "These?"
Zyrielle's POV. "You love me?" I mocked him. "I looked at him with contempt raging in my eyes. There was absolutely no way that he would expect me to listen to his words with smiles all over my face."Yes, I love you. I made a stupid mistake earlier on but I am sorry. I didn't know what came over me in the first instant. I can assure you that I am now a changed person. I regret doing that in the first place. Please forgive me." He said all in one breath and I smiled.If anyone had told me this a few days ago I would have argued to the last but here I was listening to his lies. "You can't expect me to believe this trash coming out of your mouth. How would you even expect me to believe that you are suddenly sorry? You have probably realized that I am doing better than you ever imagined and now looking for a way to sneak into my life and destroy everything I have going for me. Well, news flash... I do not subscribe to any of this nonsense of yours. I definitely will never be going back
Zyrielle's POV. "You love me?" I mocked him. "I looked at him with contempt raging in my eyes. There was absolutely no way that he would expect me to listen to his words with smiles all over my face."Yes, I love you. I made a stupid mistake earlier on but I am sorry. I didn't know what came over me in the first instant. I can assure you that I am now a changed person. I regret doing that in the first place. Please forgive me." He said all in one breath and I smiled.If anyone had told me this a few days ago I would have argued to the last but here I was listening to his lies. "You can't expect me to believe this trash coming out of your mouth. How would you even expect me to believe that you are suddenly sorry? You have probably realized that I am doing better than you ever imagined and now looking for a way to sneak into my life and destroy everything I have going for me. Well, news flash... I do not subscribe to any of this nonsense of yours. I definitely will never be going back
Zyrielle's POV."I'll be outside!" Brenda quipped before walking out of the office and slamming the door in an undignified manner.The room lulled, "What was he doing here?" Rain inquired from me. His nose flared in anger as the words poured out of his mouth. "I don't think you should care about that," I mumbled out. "Are you kidding me right now?" He inquired from me but that was the least of my worries. "You don't think that I would be worried about you? Worried about my nephew coming here after warning him not to? He could harm you!" He slammed his hand against my desk and I jumped. I fixed him with a blithe stare. "Do you want to kill me?" I inquired from him. "I could leave if you want to express your anger," I added before picking up my bags. It wasn't as though I had much inspiration anyway. "You going nowhere till we are done with this conversation." Now he was getting on my last nerve. "I don't want to have any arguments with you. I just want to take a nap and forget th
Zyrielle's POV. That wasn't going to suffice. "Love doesn't cut it most times," I replied angrily before heaving a deep sigh so that I didn't come across as a problematic fellow. Not a lot of things required immediate action. Sometimes, it was good to leave a lot unsaid so that there weren't any worries."I guess what I'm trying to make you understand is that... I would like my opinions to be taken into consideration. I know that you love me. You might want to pay deeper attention to my needs. I'm not done irrational being that would deliberately want to stir up strife simply because I want to. Believe me when I say that I don't like friction between us... I just hate it when I'm not being heard." I flung my arms in the air.He rolled his eyes at my outburst, probably not seeing any sense in my complaints. Well, that was his business because I was going to state my points. "Lucas is trying to get under your skin and you are simply letting him. I know that you might try to deny his i
Lucas' POV.Cheryl entered my room with a small smile on her face and now I was stunned by this attitude. "Why do you have such a long face? Is anything the matter?" She inquired and I looked around to confirm if she was truly talking to me. "You're acting weird. What's with the newly found attitude? Why are you smiling so much?" I demanded from her. I had a lot of projects at hand and the last thing I wanted to get involved with was making sure that she dampened my mood the most. "Why don't you just keep calm for a minute?" She said, rocking on her feet. "I can't keep calm. I just want some answers from you. How far have you gone with Zyrielle?" "What suddenly makes her your friend? I thought that you wanted me never to talk to her in the first place." I replied. "You warned me categorically to stay away from her so why the useless questions?" She giggled softly before walking towards me. "That was because you refused to defend me in front of your family and watched me get ridic
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