Chapter 74. Zyrielle's POV. The aroma of tea wafted into my nostrils and I opened my eyes instantly, watching as Rain walked towards the bed with a tray in hand. This was very lovely to watch and I felt warm inside. The memories of last night's events played in my mind and I felt very shy about it. "Don't tell me you are shy about everything that happened?" He inquired from me and I raised the sheets in shyness. "After everything that we have done?" He inquired and shook his head. "What?" "Exactly... I have been thinking about it and decided that we need to go on a vacation. Only you and me in the desert." He spoke while lowering the tray on the bed.I reached for the mug and inhaled the good scent. I think it was Eucalyptus. I needed some invigoration after all the events. "How do you feel today?" He asked and I looked up, remembering that he was present with me. "You look radiant, I must say." I beamed because even I felt lighter like a weight has been lifted off my shoulder
Zyrielle's POV. It was time for my next consultation at the hospital and I anticipated what could come up again. Since Rain and I were now on good terms I didn't think that he would be angry with Dr Sanchez even if I spent a lot of time with him because I needed to understand what was going on.“Are you ready for the next scan?” Rain inquired, popping his head into the bathroom. “you are almost done. I need to take a quick shower also so that I don't waste too much time today.” He muttered to himself before walking into his closet. I was not going to stop him from doing whatever and I expected that he extended the same grace to me. “Are you okay with me visiting Dr Sanchez?” I inquired from him so that we got that clear. I also wanted to visit my former house but didn't know how to tell him because I knew his bias against his brother and quite frankly I did not also think that I wanted to have any conversation with that couple. “Yeah you can visit him as long as he keeps his finger
Zyrielle's POV. Arriving at the house that I've once called my own sent me down memory lane but I had to call myself out of it. I wasn't here to think about the things that had been instead, I was here to focus on things that should be. There was a clear difference between both of them and right now I wanted to exploit that. My mind was running with different ideas but I kept on calming my nerves. It wasn't going to be easy but with extreme patience, I could pull it off. The security man ran towards me with a smile on his face, probably in excitement but I also saw a bit of wariness in those depths. He was probably wondering why I was here and his boss was not around. It wasn't my place to explain a lot to him but I could just beat around the bush and hope that he did not stress me out. "Hello Maxwell, fancy seeing you here after a while. I thought you might have gone." I said sincerely, it wasn't rocket science that Lucas might have wanted to get rid of any one who was related to
Zyrielle's POV. My heart skipped a bit immediately when I heard Mel's voice. I didn't know where to go. I decided to hide behind the door, "Where is Lucas?" She called and I heard a thud on the floor. Was she here with someone? Cheryl, perhaps?"What exactly is wrong with your son that he has refused to put a ring on my finger and is making me feel lesser than I should?" I heard a foreign female voice and I almost stumbled in surprise.Who could this person be for them to demand that Lucas marry them? "I have told you that my son does not need any pressure. He already has a fiancee, whom you also know so why the problem?" She replied. This wasn't making any sense. Was Lucas getting involved with someone else besides Cheryl? This was one of the wildest things that I had come across in a long while. This didn't make sense. Lucas was just one bastard that needed to be brought to book. "You have been telling me this same thing for the past how many months? He has refused to take re
Zyrielle's POV.Of all the things that could be sent about Lucas, this was the last thing that I would have expected from him. I knew that he would probably be involved in some shady deals but not to this extent. This was problematic, and I thought about it; I probably dodged a bullet. If he was involved in some trafficking like this lady claimed, that meant that my life would not have been safe with him and this was the best option. At that moment, I was thankful that Rain had saved me. Lucas always presented himself like someone who couldn't hurt a fly and that was one of the reasons I fell for him. How did he grow from having nothing to getting control over my mother's business and still being greedy enough to get into another phase? "You don't talk about my son that way. If you have a problem with him, you should deal with it instead of trying to pour your frustration on someone who just wanted to have a child. I was the one who pushed for it; now that he is backing out, why don
Author's POV. The sound of his phone ringing cut his attention from the Zoom meeting he was having. He glanced at his second phone and realized that it was my mother calling. Every time she put the call to him it was always a problem or the other, and quite frankly, he did not have the time no energy to discuss any problematic situation. "Are you with all Mr Lucas?" His Indian partner, Mr Roshan inquired. Swiping a finger across the screen, ending the call, and focusing his attention on the people before me. They were going to produce more results than his nagging mother would."I was only a bit distracted for a moment," he replied to them before looking at the charts that were drawn across the screen. He was yet to answer because he felt like it was not necessary. He just wanted a partnership with them, but they were looking at the long time that he had truly not seen between them. If they had access, why did they not go ahead to find other partners? This was a win-win situation
Rain's POV. I sauntered into Zyrielle's former house just right in time to see my step-sister pointing at her angrily, and I grew mad. She had no right to speak to her in any derogatory manner. If it wasn't for the fact that I knew that Zyrielle was only trying to focus on the positives and not deal with the negatives right away, I knew the things that I would have done to them. Despite her resistance, I was still very active in bringing Lucas down. His businesses were collapsing and I was buying out all his shares. He had to feel the heat even without me talking. "Nice to see you come into my house uninvited." Melissa began sarcastically but I had nothing to say to her besides the fact that she didn't deserve any form of attention beyond that which she had received. "It's amazing to see you again sister," I said sarcastically. Melissa's gaze took a wild gleam as she realized that she couldn't intimidate me into doing whatever she wanted, "Have you no shame? Snooping around? What
Zyrielle's POV. "And that's my cue to leave," Zyrielle spoke, seizing that opportunity to leave the house, with a small smirk on her face. Cheryl's face crumpled in shock as soon as they left, she had never imagined in her wildest dreams that she would be facing such. "You got a woman pregnant or what was Zyrielle saying?" She demanded from Lucas whose lips drew together in anger. He never expected her to understand what happened and also did not expect Zyrielle to come into his house unnoticed. "Maxwell!" He yelled, before walking to the door and flinging it open. "Maxwell!" He yelled again.This time Maxwell heard and began to run towards the house, his heart racing with every step he took. This was going to be a problem. He could already see his sack letter placed right in front of him as they let him go. He didn't know how to begin his explanations so that he did not get into trouble. "Tell me why an intruder was in my house yet you didn't deem it fit to tell me," Lucas deman
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