Zyrielle's POV. Although rain had been busy with ensuring that I didn't lack anything I couldn't be more grateful to be with a person who was willing to lay down his life just to make me happy. I was going to speak to Dr Sanchez one of these days just to find closure. It had been a long time since I had related to him, even via messages. So many things needed to be said which I felt he was holding back from so that he didn't incur my husband's wrath. I decided to eat some of the plum rain I had insisted that I have because he didn't want me catching a sickness, especially with the weather conditions. I appreciated his care but couldn't help but wonder if he was in the right state of mind. Worry gnawed at my chest especially when I thought about how he wanted to hand over the company to his wicked nephew Lucas. I mean that Melissa would probably leap for joy which made me even more angry. I contemplated calling at their house and speaking to the father. We had managed to establish
Rain's POV.I pressed my foot on the pedal before zooming off, trying to catch my nephew before he crossed the country. I knew that Lucas was up to something when he refused to confess to his crime and always pleaded for an adjournment. I should have known that he was planning to abscond and probably come back bigger. I had different plans for him and he was going to wait till it was actualized. My phone rang in the dashboard but I hissed before reaching for it. I didn't want any atom of distraction but it felt the inkling to do so. My new assistant would be already aware that I didn't like it. I swerved to the side and parked responsibly so that I didn't fall into problems with the law. "Jenna, tell me you called me for good reason." I poked at her, hoping that she didn't disturb me, especially when it wasn't needed. There was silence on the other end of the phone, and I wanted to hang up badly, "I believe I told you that I didn't want to be disturbed, didn't I?" I responded wait
I opened my eyes and spotted Rain sitting in the background with his head bowed, probably reflecting on everything that had happened. I didn't know how to feel at that moment because I was still recovering from the medications. I overheard some doctors talking about my condition and predicting that I was going to fall into a greater illness. I made the mistake of coughing, which alerted him. He was on his feet to the next minute and rushing towards my side. Grabbing my hands in fervency, he kissed them, not caring that I probably smelled like medicine. "I am so sorry for leaving you alone. I never imagined that my father was going to do something like that to you." He apologized all in a rush before embracing me carefully avoiding my stomach. My only reason for gratitude was the fact that I had still not lost the pregnancy, so this gave me a lot of hope. "I don't think you should be worried about anything because it's not your fault. It was your father's, and I would not apportion
Zyrielle's POV.Natalie walked in with a small smile on her face, making me wonder where this was coming from. I wasn't pleased with her visit but I didn't have a choice either. It had to be express dismissal. "I don't want to sound rude but what are you doing here?" I said, waiting for the old woman to state her piece and leave. "Are you serious right now?" She responded while staring at her son. "I'm sorry for intruding on your privacy. I wanted to apologize for my husband's actions. I called Rain, but he refused to let me enter." I replied. I didn't know how to feel. "I believe that you feel like you owe an apology but that's not true, ma'am. I don't know how you want me to accept this apology but I can't." "I want to apologize for my negligence. I think my husband is accountable for his actions. I just don't want to lose my relationship with you because my husband thinks otherwise. I believe that you understand this, right?" She replied.I only shook my head in fake acknowledg
Author's POV"I am making this offer so that you would never come close to zyrielle. Do I make myself clear?" Rain declared so that he will put an end to this and find another solution. Lucas reconsidered his option of running away. If he did, he would become a fugitive but if he didn't, then he would have access to Zyrielle's company for life. "Why should I believe you?" Lucas asked."Because I am not like you who does not have any principle besides just shady dealings." Rain responded, before sending the digital information for him to sign.Lucas was bewildered when he saw the worth of the company. He would never, in his wildest dreams, imagine that he could have access to such power. "I still do not believe you. I would only have this discussion in person. I know that you have been waiting for avenues to get me into jail but it's not going to work. I would also like to speak to your wife." Rain was happy that this nephew of his was finally acknowledging that he was the legal hus
Zyrielle's POV"Send me the time and the date," I said.Rain's face contorted in anger when he heard my words. "You are sincerely not going to meet with a person I label my enemy."I shrugged, calling me pushy, but I needed to see him to understand what had happened. "You don't need to yell about it. I just want to see him and understand what he's on about. You are not as tired as I am of this issue but I feel like we need to understand what happened to him. I want to be free from looking over my shoulder and just dwell with my family enjoying the serenity that it brings." I spoke He looked away when I spoke. "I'll see what I can do about this but it doesn't guarantee my permission to see such a person who has been able to destroy everything about your life. I came in to stop it but have failed woefully. What happens if he manages to convince you to leave after him?" He finally voiced his fears. I rolled my eyes at his statement. "You should have just said this right in the beginnin
Rain's POV.The sound of the monitor beeping continuously had my heart pounding in loads. All I could think of was the mistake of her giving up and finally passing out because of continuous problems from my family. Lucas was a bad influence in her life and I was mad that I couldn't control this situation after promising to. Some people might not understand the gravity of what was wrong with me because they might feel it was normal. I had every right to be mad at my situation. I would never have imagined being in this state, especially with everything I had mapped out for my future. "You must do something!" I shouted at one of the nurses who was walking around yet proferring no solution. "We are trying our best Mr Duncan. She would be in good shape in a few minutes and you will be able to see her." She responded in an understanding tone before opening the door to the theater. I contemplated asking the doctor to operate on her and get that baby out so that I could get a minute of Pe
Zyrielle's POVPretending to be in charge of my emotions was one of the worst scenarios I could ever face because, in all, I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I was dying and there was nothing anyone could do about it. I wept sorely when the doctor whispered my fate. "I'm sorry, Mrs Duncan. I just had to tell you so that you wouldn't be in the loop." The doctor apologized. I was pretty mad at the fact that there was nothing I could do to save myself. This was quite disturbing."Can you not inform my husband?" I responded, thinking about the long-term effect of this information on Rain. He was the last person that would want me to die and would try his hardest to see me flourish. "He would soon be back. I asked him to stay outside for a bit but he's been fighting me all this while." The doctor confided in me. "I would have been worried if he didn't react that way." I smiled softly when I remembered this. So many things had happened in the past few weeks and now I realized
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