Michaël took me in front of the teacher who was looking at him as if he had just seen a ghost. Then shaking his head at Michael's gaze, he turned his attention to me looking at me while pinching his eyes.“Are you Emma Clark? »I nod my head and he smiles before speaking."Ah it's a pleasure Haha I completely forgot I had a new student, I hope you know a little about table tennis"Just what he demonstrated and also some sketches on TV but other than that I never practiced. Even in my previous high school, I rarely participated in sports lessons, in short, the details are self-explanatory. But even from where I was, I could see that the teacher didn't give a damn about teaching, he asked the class delegate to choose a discipline and have his classmates practice it. Once he had filled in the textbook and pointed out that he had been present, he left his students and went no one knows where until the next session.Of course, the teacher was not there, I was not going to risk myself to joi
"Wow I didn't know sir '' I'm better than everyone'' could be so nice to someone other than himself" A boy had remarked behind Charlotte while the other boys seemed to agree with him. “Besides, he looks totally in love… haha, this guy has funny taste” “Sure how to leave a girl like our goddess to prefer a girl as common as this Emma Clark and moreover man she is dumb, she can not even hold a conversation” “Haha I have my little idea on the question, the reasons that push a guy to suddenly be interested in a girl like this until he lends her his clothes” " Pity? Well, you have to admit that the girl is isolated from everyone and causes great pity even if he's pure insensitive, I am sure that he had difficulty in face of her situation » "You are really stupid" " Pardon ? » "Who do you think Michaël was waiting for in front of the girls' locker room?" And they arrived after everyone had taken their time” "No...you don't mean that..." "He's also a guy, I'll remind you haha" The
Classes had just ended and it was time for me to go to my work. Ah, it's weird to say it but I'm so happy, I finally feel like a teenager of my age living the same dreams, the same activities even the same daily life.Not only am I no longer truly alone with the best friend ever, but I can say with certainty that I am living a normal life that I never imagined I would one day live because of my disability. Even physically impaired people can also live decently and with dignity. I think I've brooded and cursed my life enough like it's time for me to live it to the fullest.Michaël and I cross the huge gates of the school and we're in the street when I see that his driver is not waiting for him as usual in front of the school. Of course, it intrigues me and I end up asking him by making gestures, not in sign language but it is quite clear in understanding.“Do you want to know where my driver is? No, I asked him to wait for me later, that gives us time to be alone together longer, don't
The Brighton family is a family that could be described as the new rich. Indeed, Charlotte's father, Karl Brighton was a simple merchant specializing in the sale of automobile spare parts. It was a profitable and respectable business that had the merit of allowing them to always have enough to eat. Her mother, a former beauty queen who had failed to make a career in the film and modeling industry, having suffered so many rejections from great men, had finally fallen back on her father, a young entrepreneur who was still looking for his marks...He loved her, that was the main thing, and because the man loved her, he did everything for her, obeying her every whim. She still had adventures, not having given up the possibility of attracting a wealthy old man to herself, but nothing helped and she ended up making up her mind after she had three children with her husband, and none of her lovers wanted to contact her again.Life was going well for the Brighton family but at school, Charlotte
The week passed slowly with the days seeming longer than normal but I managed not to notice it. How could I make that comment then? Because of JoanEvery time I came home from work at night, she just grumbled that the days seemed to go on forever and that she couldn't wait for November to finally end. It was the first time she was in such a hurry for something as trivial as the end of a month and of course of a curious nature - I know it's a bad fault - so I decided to m inquire about the situation.It's not every day that Jeanne worries about something so insignificant, she always has her feet on the ground, she is not the dreamy type and prefers the concrete to the abstract. For her, nothing beats what pragmatic guesses and dreams are for those who can afford them. She used to say that people like her don't have time to dream and that time should be used to produce something useful.This is why seeing her talk so childish about day length makes me feel like she has something planned
It was already twenty minutes past seven and Emma hadn't arrived yet, it wasn't like her to be so late, Michaël knew it. Usually, she always arrived before 7 a.m. so that they could both arrive before the bell for the start of class. He knows Emma well enough to know that she is not the type to arrive late for school; she is far too studious and conscientious for that, which means that she has had a major unforeseen event."Sir, it's late, you should be in high school now.. I'll take you there, I'll come back to get the young lady after.""What if she comes after you start the car?" Above all, learn to meddle in matters that concern you, no matter what time it is, I'll wait for Emma"“Well sir please forgive my inconsiderate intervention”Michael glared at the driver and returned his attention to the way Emma usually arrives. He knows that he was a little too cold with his driver who has been by his side since he was a child. He is the only employee who cares about him but he cannot ac
It had been barely 6 minutes since the driver had offered to wait, but Michaël couldn't take it anymore. How does he know it's been 6 minutes? Well, he had been keeping an eye on his watch while waiting for Emma to arrive.When he saw that after so many minutes, according to him, Emma still hadn't arrived he got up and started to walk towards the interior of the district. His driver sighed, he knew his boss wasn't going to wait those ten minutes so he calmly followed him without a word.The neighborhood as he had pointed out was quite seedy, it was only 8 a.m. but the men in this place, mostly teenagers aged 19-20, were already meeting, smoking, and discussing subjects he knew were trivial. .At their age, they should be going to university or looking for a job to keep busy, but no, they were all there gathered around a kid who plays gang leader and who stares at all the passers-by. threatening manner.He can see the inhabitants of this neighborhood pass in front of them doing their be
“Hey you, what am I getting into? It's none of your business so brooms"The leader of the girl group, Mel had talked about getting agreement from the other girls around her.Michaël had straightened Emma in his arms when she had passed out, he looked at her delicately before throwing a dark look full of hatred at the girls who dared to attack her.His gaze was wild with full promises of mute death which caused Mel and her gang to take a step back in sudden fear at this divinely handsome boy. Mel swallowed heavily before pulling herself together. Why was she afraid? These are the guys who should be scared, she is the sister of the biggest boss in this neighborhood and if he finds out that they dared to challenge her, it will be over for them.She walked over and pointed to Michael at his driver cocking his gun but Michael asked him to put it away which he did. Mel, whose weapon first unseated, regained her composure before clearing her throat."Are you crazy or just suicidal sweetie? Ho
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