The days that followed were worthy of Hollywood movies. Every time I had to go out to take my piano lessons with Rayan Felts, I was followed by a horde of paparazzi. In addition, people scrutinized my every move so much that I could no longer allow myself a romantic outing with Michaël without being constantly interrupted by journalists chilling with gossip. This was already annoying me and for a moment I put myself in Michaël's shoes. He had to suffer this since his earliest childhood and I, who have only been living this for a few days, am already exhausted. Aden asked me not to panic and allow them to have even the smallest information about me, otherwise, they will use it to implement their gossip and it will be endless. So it's been two weeks since I've been able to see Aden and he told me that was the best thing to do. Everyone knows that I'm in a relationship with Michaël so if they see me with Aden, they'll think of me as a light girl. It's very nice of Aden to take su
I came home from my date quite satisfied. I would have liked to spend more time with Michaël, but he asked that they not upset my mother by making me come home late. I don't like what's going on here at all. I arrived and found Rayan in the living room across from my mother. I frowned not understanding what was going on and my mother motioned for me to come closer to them. Which I did of course because the curiosity I felt at the time was too great. As far as I can tell, Rayan is not the type to pick me up from my house for a single day of absence, our relationship has never been like this. I looked at my mother who was way too smiling at me and I knew there was a problem. "Take a seat my darling..." I took a seat next to my mother and I stared at Rayan so that he knew that I did not understand his presence in this place. He put on a rather embarrassed face before smiling at me. “I was talking with your piano teacher about a way to make you a great pianist faster. He told
Last night, I didn't sleep well and I also didn't talk about what was going on with my mother to Michaël. I don't want to come across as an ungrateful bad daughter when my mom has to do all this for my good. Very early the next morning, I got ready to have breakfast with my mother who was already waiting for me in the dining room. “Hello baby, how did you sleep? Your eyes are puffy... oh my you're all puffy are you feeling okay?" I said nothing in response while on the other side, Cecile watched us from afar. She frowned wondering why the young teenager was like this and she looked at her boss with displeasure. So she wants to say that she doesn't understand why her daughter is like that? All that night she thought about it and she concluded that the girls would have lived better, especially Emma, without their mother. She used to sympathize with her misfortune but now that she has had the chance to see how this woman treats her daughter, she knows that Amanda Clark would n
Throughout the first lesson, I kept casting worried glances at Michaël but also at Aden. Despite their unique characters, they are the nicest boys I know and I just wonder how such nice people can hate each other so much. Can I ask Michael what's going on? Or Aden? Is that a little too indiscreet of me? But I don't like this atmosphere, this tension between my boyfriend and my best friend. I lowered my head not paying attention to the teacher while behind me, Carla watched the two boys with a frown on her face. She already knows that Michael and Emma are together, but she also noticed this boy when Michael was on a trip and Emma was suffering from her sister's shenanigans. She was sure at that moment that this famous Aden was in love with Emma and had even made fun of it. But there is no longer any question of laughing at it. Her little chip seems torn by this situation and she doesn't want it to continue like this. No matter how these motherfuckers feel about each other, s
I felt lost, I was running, bumping into people as I passed, but I didn't care. I'm in a delicate situation, I adore Michaël, more than reason, but Aden is my friend. He is dear and precious to me, so to see them arguing like this saddens me. I stopped in front of the old building and tried to catch my breath. I had to understand why there was so much animosity between them. I care about both of them and I don't want to lose them. From what I know of them, at least, Michaël will never ask me to choose between our love and my friendship with Aden, at least I hope so. I sighed feeling Carla's hand on my shoulder. She hasn't stopped following me since I left class and even though I heard her calling me I didn't stop. I wanted to gather my thoughts to find a way for the two to explain to me what their dispute is. "Ah you're small but you are running fast" She seemed to catch her breath and I felt a little guilty. **I'm sorry...I didn't mean to...** "It doesn't matter and in t
Michaël took me back to the S-class canteen and we found Carla there who had prepared some snacks for us. " THANKS " We thanked her and sat down deciding to eat as I watched the other students return to class. Indeed, the buildings of the S class were located on the hill behind the high school, so we could see the other students of the normal classes running around because it was the end of the break. I turned to see that neither my comrades nor those of other ranks seemed disturbed by the ringing. I saw a student in our class stand up, yes our delegate had been promoted to class S as well. Cynthia Shevil came forward giving me the program before speaking. "Class S is not like the others and in the same way that we have more freedom, our teachings are more pragmatic and pushed than the others." I guess, with what my mother put me through as an education, I don't think I can still consider myself as having the level of a sophomore. I looked at Michaël who had put his hand on h
Victor Burns felt extremely stupid as he walked through the cold streets of the city of Central. He was just lit by the lights and trying to keep warm with his heavy coat. He'd had another long day at the hotel because Amanda hadn't been there lately. Cecile had told him that she was doing it to always keep an eye on her daughter, believing that the kid was unconscious. Just like Cécile, at first, he was happy for her boss because she could finally enjoy her family, but since she's been so intrusive, he doesn't know what to think. He sighed before looking at the watch on his wrist, no matter what goes through Amanda's head he doesn't have to judge her especially since life isn't very rosy on his side. He is in love. And it has been for years. The woman, the chosen one of his heart is none other than this cold and inaccessible woman that is Amanda Clark. Despite their age gap, he was unable to control his feelings and succumbed to this strong, fighter, and enterprising woman.
Mira sat down next to me as she looked distressed for some reason. Or at least not seen that now I know - even though I had already guessed - that Michael and Aden had shared a very deep relationship. So Mira's confirmation that they had been friends, the best even, doesn't surprise me. So it's true, they were friends and now they hate each other. A horrible thing must have happened for the two to come to hate each other so much. Don't we say that hate comes from love? It must be the case here. **If they've been such good friends then why do they hate each other like that?** Mira gasped in surprise before looking at Emma. "So they showed animosity towards each other in front of you? I didn't think it was at this point and Michaël refuses to tell me anything..." I frowned, how come to Michael refuses to tell him anything? **Do you know what happened between them?** Mira sighed, one would have thought that her lament tore the air. It was so serious. “I don't know everythin
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