We arrived at the concertation and as Michaël had already pointed out, we were alone because he had rented the place just for the two of us. Hand in hand, fingers intertwined, we entered as the manager of the place greeted us. “Mr. Michaël Keller, I am happy that you have chosen this place for which I am responsible… this way, follow me” We followed the man and soon we were in a huge room with seats and a stage with a huge piano. It was so beautiful as I closed my eyes imagining myself in front of a crowd of people who had come to hear me play at a concert. It makes me so dreamy and eager that I have only one desire, for this dream to come true. Michael stroked my fingers drawing my attention to him as I looked up at his face. “One day, you will play in front of thousands of people and everyone will admire you” I smiled happily, maybe then I'll be truly worthy to stand by Michael's side. I had to succeed in becoming someone who deserves to be with him, someone who could make
"So as I told you earlier, I'm Rayan Fellts and I'm 20 years old. I'm a student in a music school and since I only have classes three times a week, I run a small music school for young people and children who want to have a good and solid foundation in music…” I nodded as Michael crossed his arms. "I would have thought you would be 25... so it's just 20" I looked at Michael pouting and wondered what his point was again. Rayan smiled before clearing his throat. "Indeed, I don't look my age, but it's true, I'm 20" " What a pity " I nudged his rib before he finally calmed down. Rayan laughed at our interaction before looking at me with a smile. "So what's your name?" » “Her name is Emma… and before you start asking questions, Emma is mute” “She is mute? » Rayan looked stunned and I felt a little bad, why was it so strange for people to deal with a disabled person? We are human too and our disability shouldn't hurt people as much as it does a curse. I lowered my head sadly
John Keller had before his eyes a stack of rather interesting documents, he had to admit it. There was information he thought was useful but at the same time, he knew it wouldn't be enough so he needed more. In his environment, to obtain something, the means had to fit with the environment, and in his case, he had the means but did not know if that would be enough to swing the situation to his advantage. It was so easy to leave now and tell Jeanne that her boyfriend is a little rascal who has had to hang out with unsavory people but then he doesn't know what her reaction will be. Maybe she's so in love that she wouldn't care. Ah, he needs data, he just can't go and tell her things like that about Fabian, if she's really into this relationship, it would pass for simple defamation driven by his jealousy. He would therefore lose an opportunity to conquer this woman and the possibility of getting his hands on her future fortune. He's not dumb enough to start a business that could
Michaël arrived in his father's office with a closed face. He had no intention of staying there long especially since he had to pick Emma up and then go to school. His father sat in his office with his usual cold face as he held a stack of documents in his hand. He seemed to be flipping through them and when he heard his office door close, he looked up at his son. “I almost waited…” Michaël did not answer, he was not there for that. If he got into one of their fights again, he wouldn't see the end of it. So he's going to get straight to the point. " What do you want? » “Oh well done…I spend a small fortune to pay for your high school education, private lessons with the best teachers in the world and you don’t even dare to say hello to me? By the way, I have the impression that your private teachers no longer come. “Firstly the fact that I am so rude must be hereditary since I took it from you. Second, I no longer need them at least that they come all week. The weekend is
I walked through the halls of the school with a feeling of discomfort that blocked my throat. The feeling was strong and heavy, I was afraid and shivers ran through my body. A more intense cold than normal had frozen all the cells of my body while the school had the boiler room which worked rather very well. I pulled my coat back over my shoulders as I looked around. I felt like I was being watched and then I felt very paranoid. Why would people even care about my poor existence? I'm not that important, I certainly shouldn't think so highly of myself. I put my hand on my forehead as small droplets of sweat settled there. I sighed before finally arriving in front of my classroom. I was sick of that suffocating feeling in the hallway. I opened the door as the ruckus I heard outside had died down. Slowly I walked towards my place keeping my face down, I didn't feel able to face the looks I knew were on me without even understanding why I would receive so much attention. I swal
For the rest of the day, I faced a lot of teasing that didn't seem like it. Trips, discreet insults, and the worst were when I wanted to go change for a sports class. The girls closed the door in my face before opening it when they were done changing. When I got to my locker, I found it open and there was a horrible smell coming from it. It was fermented soy water if I refer to the smell. Someone had sprinkled it all over my locker and my gym clothes were covered in it but the most important thing is that it was unusable so much it was wet and smelly. At the bottom of my locker, there was lipstick written '' A shit smell for a shit ''. I started crying sitting on the bench. I was not going to go to sports class, it would be useless since I do not have the appropriate equipment. I cried in the locker room for I don't know how long realizing that from the beginning, these people were pretending. They pretended not to blame me because I had Michael's protection and they didn't
I stood in that dark alley for I don't know how long crying and almost cursing my life. I've never been a bad person, I've never had to hurt anyone to go through that. I didn't know my dead parents, or maybe they abandoned me because of the way Jeanne looked away every time she had to talk about it. I think the second option is more valid. Even my parents did not want me and while I still managed to have someone who loves me, Jeanne, I had to bring her worries. I made her life so miserable that she couldn't enjoy the joys of life because of me. I lived on her hook for so long like a parasite preventing her from being happy, I even told myself that she ran away with me so that my parents would not abandon me. It was surely that I would be the one my parents wanted to throw out, but Jeanne did not want to and she was also thrown out. It's all my fault and as if that wasn't enough I had to cling to another person. Michael. He was so nice to me that I couldn't help but fall in l
Jeanne was sitting in her new office with Lenny to her right showing her how to save documents to the PC in front of her. She still had reflexes but with the new app updates, she had to retrain herself so as not to be dumped. Her mind was a little off as Lenny noticed. He chuckled and put his hand on Jeanne's head. "Do you miss him already?" Jeanne lifted her head caught in the act and blushed, scratching her cheek. "No that's not it...I was thinking about something else and..." “No need to be shy you know.. I understand you but don’t worry he comes back quickly and it will allow you to experience your feelings. What do you think about it? » Jeanne smiled before nodding her head. “It is not necessary to separate to experience our feelings… I already love him without that and the distance does not change anything” Lenny smiled before continuing his lesson as in a somewhat secluded part of town, in a restaurant away from prying eyes, John Keller sat with Peggy who had requ
Marriage, if someone had spoken to me about that a few more weeks ago, I would have started to cry, regretting having lost Michaël. But now as I'm in this room waiting for the bride's entrance music to play, I feel like I'm in a dream. I've had time to fix all my wrongs on the people I've hurt and now I can say with certainty that I'm ready to live the life that comes my way. After talking to Charlotte, I went to see Cherry. I had been so unfair to her by not allowing her to get to know each other, yet it was her dearest wish for two reasons. I am the woman his best friend is in love with and I am the best friend of the woman she is in love with. It was a bit funny these relations between us, just to say that I occupied an important place in her life without even having already spoken to her. So I went to their apartment, they were living together and because of Cherry's career, they had decided to have a common-law relationship even though a baby was in discussion. They wante
The next morning, Aden was at our doorstep. As soon as he saw me he jumped on me, lifting me up and down. I laughed at his ardor before he dropped me off. But at the same time, I heard a moan of pain as Aden complained. We looked to find Kyle frowning as he just punched Aden. "But what's your problem?" "You're the guy who was supposed to be received by the Emir I think, Aden Logan if I'm not mistaken... but who allowed you to touch my mother? You should keep your hands on you, mom belongs to Dad...” Aden felt a vein pulsate on his forehead, this rascal, he looks like his cunt father, both are so harmful. "Who are you to my mother?" Aden remained silent, he looked at Emma and smiled, he could have teased this brat and at the same time provoked his father by saying that he is the one who could have been their father, but good times when he liked to be petty are gone, now he's more mature and he's given up on the idea of hooking up with Emma one day. He stroked Kyle's head d
Indeed, I had never had an ultrasound so I couldn't imagine that I was expecting two children instead of one. But listening to Michaël I could only realize the baseness of my character as a mother. I had promised myself that I would never do as my mother did, which was to abandon my child, but that's exactly what I did. And I think I did worse because I disowned him, making him cry. My jealousy and anger kept me from thinking and I made horrible and unfair decisions. Manuel grew up without his mother, I understand his speech the day before. I was pathetic, I don't know how to be forgiven. I looked up at my boys on the bed and saw Manuel holding out his hands to me. " Mom..." I sobbed running to him as I hugged him, almost smothering him in my embrace. I've been so unfair, I don't know if I could ever make it up to you but I would do anything to erase the pain of my absence from my baby's heart. I'm going to be the mother he's been missing all this time. I beg your pardon
Kyle hung up before seeing his father bring him a meal tray. He made a face not understanding this silly smile before sighing remembering that it was his parent. "Hello my prince" " Good morning" Michael sighed, it won't be easy at all. "I brought you your breakfast, are you coming?" “I can feed myself you know” “I know it but I want to make sure you take your medicine” "Do I need to take it all the time? Frankly" Michaël smiled, he betrayed himself so easily, it was so adorable. “You have persistent asthma. For this, your pediatrician has asked that you follow a controlled treatment, which means that you will always have to take medication to avoid having severe attacks..." Michaël's eyes widened, if Manuel's meds are here then he won't have taken them since yesterday which means... " Shit" "Don't swear in front of a kid, I'll beg you" Michaël got up rubbing his hair before sighing. "Tell me where your brother is" Kyle almost choked before looking at his father. "W
I sat watching Kyle diligently eat his vegetables wondering what this drastic change was. My boy hates vegetables more than anything, but this seems to have always been his favorite meal. **Baby do you like it that much?** “Yes Mom, you are the best cook in the world” I blushed when my usually reserved son had just paid me such a nice compliment. ** Thank you, my heart..** Manuel had red cheeks, his mom is exactly as his father had described her. She is beautiful and sweet, and he also finds her cute. He wanted to have these magnificent freckles on his face but he is already considered the prettiest boy in his school so he'll settle for that degree of beauty. "Hey mum... do you have a boyfriend?" I nearly choked as my son looked at me seriously. He seemed to be waiting for that answer as if his life depended on it, where did that come from? Manuel wanted to be reassured that his mother remained faithful to his father despite the distance and the separation, not that he would
Kyle sat in Manuel's room wondering when his dad...their dad was coming back. He looked at his twin's bedside table and saw the photo of their younger parents. Emma who looked at Michaël with tenderness and the latter who seemed to dedicate a cult of adoration to the girl. He sighed, the man seemed to adore their mother but why did they separate to the point where his mother left in a panic without even imagining that she had made twins and was therefore abandoning a child? Something must have happened, Manuel doesn't know the reason for this separation either, the only thing he told him was that each time his father answered him that it was his fault that his mother was gone. Because he was not up to her. It's way too vague, he needs to know the real details, but if it turns out that it was really because his dad is a bad guy, he'll just find a simple way to protect their mum, and no more hurt his little brother. Manuel also needs their mother, it hurt him to see his brother c
" Dad?" Michael looked at his son not wanting to give him false hope. He knows how much he misses his mother and how much he would like to find his brother, but he just can't tell him that he is going to find his mother and brother without any real hope. So he'll just keep his excitement to himself and go see what's going on in Tartar. "I just got an important call from Tartar, I'm going to have to go on a business trip tonight and..." "Can I come with you?" Michaël bit his lip, each time he had to make this kind of trip, he always took his son with him but this time, he is afraid that Manuel cannot stand the extremely hot climate of Tartar and that he will relapse. Manuel has been in fragile health since birth and he always made sure he got the best treatment. He is not sure that Tartar will have excellent technical platforms like here so he hesitates. "Please Dad..." He doesn't like it when his son looks at him with those big lamb eyes, he can't refuse him anything. "Good
The room was gloomy, all the employees around the meeting table had lowered their heads in fear of their president's cold gaze as he read the pile of documents in front of him. He had put a hand to his cheek studying the data presented to him as the people around waited fearfully for him to speak. He was known to be ruthless and was quick to get rid of people he found unnecessary. He was nicknamed the big devil, nobody wanted to attract his attention, and they did not know what he could do as he was unpredictable. He was only 27 years old but he imposed a charisma and an overwhelming aura so much that no one could retort at his word. The meeting had been going on for four hours and many hadn't even had lunch yet, but they weren't allowed to complain. He doesn't like noise and hates people complaining. This is Michaël Keller, CEO of the Keller-Clark group. Indeed, a few years earlier, Jeanne had had enough of all this business, especially since Victor had decided to join his fa
Jeanne and Fabian arrived with their two children. Fabian was carrying the baby, a little boy and Joshua was holding his mother's hand excited to see Emma's children, but especially Emma. "Ah, I can't believe my baby has become a mother in her turn" "Indeed and to say that she was expecting twins..." “Her fiancé is a pervert” "Honey, who teaches you such bad words?" " I am very clever" Jeanne sighed in front of her son while Fabian just smiled. They arrived in the hospital room finding Michaël in all his states and no trace of Emma, nor the babies “Mica?” Michaël turned away tearfully as he looked at Jeanne guiltily. A few minutes earlier, after reassuring himself that his second son, who was born more fragile than the other, had been examined by the pediatrician, he returned with him to rest him in his crib with his twin brother. But to his great misfortune, Emma was no longer in the room and neither was their son. He panicked seeing papers on the bed, when he became