John Keller's affair had been made public with restraint so that John Keller's crimes did not tarnish the reputation of this group which had built its notoriety under the era of Richard Keller, Michaël's grandfather. Of course, the public had been made aware of some of his misdeeds including the death of Amanda, no matter their efforts some information had leaked but the Keller group was solid and the elders had used their weight and their influence to facilitate the work of Michael. He was only 16 years old but he found himself in a tumult of adults in an environment of merciless sharks. He needed to have strong nerves to deal with these changes in his life, their aggressiveness, and the pressure. During the years that followed his takeover as the head of the group, he had not skimped on his efforts not to let down the empire that his grandfather had so much trouble building. Even if he never knew him, he had to listen to the testimonies of his friends and he knew what his rol
The months following Michaël's departure were a real hell for me. I no longer had a taste for anything, I only went out to go to school and even there, I didn't feel out of place. Not that I was afraid that they would come after me again, no, it's just that I felt like a stranger. A place where Michael is not there was strange to me and therefore I just wanted to leave, not feeling happy to be there. I sighed watching the students in the yard as I walked towards the S building. What happened with John Keller made headlines and changed morals. The people involved, Central's administrative system, everything was turned upside down with new cases opening up because they had been botched by the influence of John Keller. I was so scared for Michaël, that his father's bad deeds would fall on him. Indeed, it wasn't in vain because a lot of people on TV, during shows, and even in forums, spat on him, insulting him. I wondered how he managed to handle the pressure, such a wave of unscr
Another morning like the others, completely ordinary and where I would certainly do the same things as yesterday. I sighed getting up from my bed before looking at the time. 9 am, I always get up so early but today, I enjoyed my Saturday morning. For my discharge, I went to bed very late. I worked on a group project with friends all night and we finished almost at dawn. Luckily for me, Aden came to wait for me and stayed there throughout the session. I could see the girls in my group giggling, giving him teasing looks. He was always handsome, something even I could see. And his wild side gives him a certain charm that I guess makes all girls frail. I shrugged my shoulders before heading to the bathroom. I should make him a good meal to thank him for being so present in my life, it's something invaluable to me. I shook my head realizing that the way I looked at Aden had changed over time and it bothered me to have to think about it. Aden is a dear friend that I don't want t
Aden drove me in his car toward the club. Frankly, I don't know what awaits me but either I trust Aden. It will be my first time and seriously I am apprehensive... We drove for a while before he parked outside a club, I looked at the glare lights and despite still being outside, I could hear the music blaring inside. The vibrations traveled into the car and I felt that I would come out with a horrible headache. I sighed before looking at Aden who had his cell phone in his hands. "These assholes are already inside..." I gave a disapproving look, it's not a way to address his friends but again it's about Aden and his crude language is a form of trademark. He looked at me with his usual carnivorous smile and came to caress my cheek. “You are really beautiful, sweetheart. ” I nodded in embarrassment before turning away from him. He chuckled then got out of the car and opened the door for me. "This way princess" I got out and he locked the car, directing me inside. He was by
My body is so heavy and this feeling of nausea... I opened my eyes with difficulty and at the moment of opening them, I felt a violent pain twist my skull and I placed my hand on my head realizing that I am in soft sheets. Sheets? My eyes widened and I suddenly looked up before regretting it because the already unbearable pain in my head got worse and I moaned at the horrible feeling. I nevertheless turned my head to look at my surroundings, realizing that I did not recognize it at all. The walls were made of blue color and the bed was gray. It was not my room. Where am I? I just remember that yesterday Aden and I were in this club and then we danced. I put my hand on my head, just wanting to remember last night was painful so I'm going to avoid it for now. Even if in the end, I should know what happened. I sighed deciding to get out of this bed when I heard a clicking sound. The door opened and Aden came in carrying a meal tray. “Hello Marmot” I looked up at him a littl
I had an exhausting weekend. After the outing with Aden, I didn't have time to take advantage of my Sunday, my mind was too disturbed by Aden's request. I asked him for a few days to think about it, but after that will I get an answer? I think of him and I feel bad because he must have silenced these feelings for a very long time. The fact that he treats me so well and that I take advantage of it gives me a big case of conscience. Am I abusing his feelings? As soon as I need him, he comes running and I take advantage of it, which, after realizing it, makes me think about the direction to take about our future relationship. So, my Sunday was a real introspection to such an extent that I didn't go to see my nephew. I honestly feel like a bad aunt... Monday finally arrived, sooner than I would have liked, and as usual, Aden was outside my door. I sighed before opening the door for him trying my best not to make eye contact. I felt like if I did, I would have more pressure to giv
My decision was made, I'll give Aden my answer as soon as possible and give him a chance…I sighed deeply before putting my hand on my cheek. I was sitting in my classroom while Maya was wearing makeup as usual instead of following what the teacher was saying. She is apart, all that interests her according to her words is to be able to become professional. She plays the violin and her dream is to join a prestigious orchestra and that's the only thing that motivates her to come to class. I smiled, I would like to live like her, not worry about things other than my music, but my life itself is a puzzle that I constantly have to piece together. My phone vibrated and I looked at the id to read a message from Aden. He told me that his team is going to play a gala match tonight and he wants me to be there. A big investor has taken a strong interest in his club and wants to become a sponsor. It's cool for Aden, it gives him even more openings. I thought I could give him my answer toni
Michaël had just arrived at Central. The moment he exited his jet, a wave of memories engulfed his mind. Most of them were memories from five years ago. From the most wonderful to the saddest. In particular his separation from the girl he loves. He sighed, though he certainly has no right after he broke her heart so much, he just wants to see her again. Even if it is by far because he imagines that she must be angry with him. He certainly had his reasons, selfish in themselves, but he ignored her for all these years without trying to make amends. And now that he's back, he's not going to make her treat him like she used to. That would be self-centered. He sighed looking at the time, he had received a call a few days ago deciding him to come back, another hurtful fact if Emma were to find out, he wouldn't come back for her. But be it, this call was an opportunity to invest in the sport. They were talking about a club that had been unbeatable for a few months and the foreca
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