Zyrielle's POV. Rain, walking into the broom with a sullen look on his face, told me everything that I needed to know. Firstly, I didn't think that the interrogation was successful even if there was a litany of allegations against him. He was wise enough to understand that he could get away with virtually anything he put his mind towards and that was as disturbing as it should. Most importantly, I find it weird to see people going all around trying to nitpick everything. "Hey, is there anything we should be worried about?" Inquired from him so that I knew what next to do. He shrugged before shooting me a confused look. "What thing?" He demanded from me making me also raise my brows in worry. "I thought you were sad because Lucas hasn't been convicted yet. He has been pleading for an adjournment to be able to make a case of not being guilty." I explained, confused that he did not remember what was going on. "Oh, that? It's settled; he knows better than to come your way, but we j
Zyrielle's POV. By the second day, I was already losing my mind because Rain and I were not talking as much as we used to. I believe that he believed that I did not appreciate him or blame him for my situation, which was quite the opposite of seeking a resolution. I was almost losing my mind because he was still as calm as possible, taking care of me and ensuring that I took my meds, making it very hard to hold on to my anger. I was out of my wit and decided to confront him. I rushed to the front of his study and decided to knock twice to see if you were still inside. Color me shocked when I knocked and he opened almost immediately like he had already been waiting for me. "Hey babe, I didn't know you were going to stop by." He replied making me lift my brows. "Is anything the matter?" He inquired from me making me smile softly. "You have been my problem. Why have you not been talking to me all this way and expect me to be fine? There shouldn't be any problems between us. This
Rain's POV.I was pissed when I saw the person who called at my house. "If I wasn't sure, I would have thought that you were not happy to see me. We agreed that we were going to meet today why the sudden change in face?" My old friend Leonard said when I opened the door. Zyrielle and I gazed at each other while waiting to see what he was here for. I made the mistake of not informing her that I was going to have a visitor, which I wanted to remedy instantly. "Meet my friend Leonard. He is a thorn in my flesh, and I cannot just wait for him to leave." I informed my wife, who was smiling at this point. She didn't feel the tightening in her shorts and the frustration of not being able to let out steam. "Why exactly are you here because... I don't think this is the right time to call at my house. So please, let's head straight to the issue on the ground. Is there anything you want to tell me especially?" I challenged him. Leonard pushed past me into the house with a wicked smile on his
Lucas's POV."Have you managed to start up a strike between both of them? I cannot allow them to enjoy peace, especially when they had me locked up in this godforsaken place. I need you to go as far as ensuring that he gets into a scandal so that he's testimony would not be admissible in court. Make him drunk or something that would make my ex-wife know that my uncle is not as pure as he claims to be and probably destroy everything they have going on." I said into the small receiver which had been slipped into my hands during one of the numerous visits from my lawyer. This had to be finalized before I left so that there would be traces back to me. It was as good as just being dead and pretending while I made silent moves that would destroy everything they had built. My ally refused to speak which was getting on my nerves. "You do realize that you are asking for The impossible right? How do you expect me to slip a pill into his strings, especially when you know that he has nowhere el
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
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