"Fabian, I'm going down here. I have to go home immediately" I looked at Michael not understanding his eagerness to leave. Finally, I would have thought that he would spend more time with me since we haven't seen each other for many days but when I was almost exultant for a moment alone with him, he had to go already. I don't want to play the intrusive and capricious girlfriend but I wish he would spare me more of his time. I lowered my head making a sulky pout that did not go unnoticed in the eyes of all the occupants of the car, especially Michaël. "I'll be back tonight, I promise...please don't get mad...come on, give me a smile...sweetheart?" I turned my face away from him staring out the window as my cheeks flushed. I was already embarrassed enough to behave like that, so the way Michael tries to calm me down makes me feel uncomfortable. "Emma..." He called me again and I just put my hands up to sign. ** Go ahead** I didn't have enough courage to look at him with the e
Michaël came back the same evening as promised and found Aden and Carla with me. The two ran to see me as soon as they learned that I had left my mother's house. Carla had even told me that she had come to see me but she had been denied access. This shows how much my mother wanted to isolate me and make me experience the loneliness that was mine some time ago. These friends that I made after so many years of crying over my fate, I will never forgive her. I shook my head as I thought of Fabian. In the beginning, when Aden contacted me to ask how I am and I told him what happened to me, he said he would come to see me immediately after class, and as the perverse Carla, as he affectionately called her, was by his side, she said she would come too. It felt weird inviting friends to Fabian's house when I hadn't even seen what it looked like yet. What if I made him uncomfortable? He probably understood it as he spoke. "Don't worry Emma...I bought a big house for my family so do
Mira was watching what was happening from a distance. Of course, what Sophie was saying about Jeanne and Emma was false. She even feels bad and above all guilty for having encouraged her aunt on this false track but she didn't know what she could do to make her perfect life come back as before. She could not bear that everything escaped her, that everyone she cared about turned away from her. So she left her aunt to make her conclusions. Jeanne and Emma are the heiresses to the second-largest fortune in town, but her aunt doesn't need to know that. She looked at Fabian and felt fear overwhelm her. She had never seen him so angry, which shows how much he must love Jeanne. It made her a little jealous, even when her father humiliated her, Fabian had never been so angry, so what she thinks is true, he loves Jeanne more than her. Yet her late mother made him promise to always take care of them, but today he breaks his promise. He put another driver in her service when it was his
Time passed and the wedding between Jeanne and Fabian was for the next day. I was so excited and I wasn't the only one anyway. Lenny was out of control going up and down. He was on all fronts, lending a hand and giving advice on the decor, the buffet, and even the music. It made me laugh so much. Carla and I were practicing for our role as maid of honor and I could see that Jeanne was feeling a certain sad nostalgia on the eve of a special day. She missed Peggy, it would have been nice for her if her best friend was still alive and attending her wedding. But unfortunately, death snatched her far too young and brutally. Another fact that I can't understand is Mira's sudden change in behavior towards me and not only because she is also with Jeanne. She is cold and distant and she hardly wants to speak to me even when I speak to her directly. It looks like she's mad at us, but I can't say why. As far as I know, I never did anything to her, on the contrary, I am very happy th
Everyone was whispering, who doesn't know John Keller in this town and even elsewhere? So seeing him at this wedding was a unique thing, and then many people started praising Fabian. Not only was the Keller heir Michaël his best man, but the father also attended the wedding. He had to be someone very important in the family. Another fact that drew attention was the presence of this girl in a wheelchair who looked a lot like Michael. Indeed, Sophie had brought in a reputable professional make-up artist to hide Mira's skin lesions and her long-sleeved dress and gloves hid the other parts. She was perfectly gorgeous which made her doubly proud as she watched everyone admiring her. Michael, he didn't like it. Mira's illness isn't something you want to mess around with, stuffing his sister's face with toxins, but Sophie had lost her mind or what? Her skin is delicate and he doesn't know what these products will do to his sister in the short term. But she allowed herself to do it.
After Jeanne's wedding, time flew by so quickly that it was already June. Jeanne was in her sixth month of pregnancy while on my side, I was worrying a lot about Michaël. Ever since what happened at Jeanne and Fabian's wedding, Mira had withdrawn into herself, refusing to interact with her brother. I wanted to help them so badly but faced with Mira's hostility towards me, I didn't know what to do. It hurt me so much, my kaël was so sad and stressed and it showed on his face. I felt too much especially when Johan talked about the fact that Mira had to make a "brother's complex". Which means she saw me as an enemy who had come to snatch her brother's love and attention. I would like to believe that this is false but reality should impose itself on me. She wouldn't react that way in vain. I sat across from Carla in Mr. Burns' shop as Johan and Aden both talked. These two had gotten very close becoming great friends. I didn't know that Aden was so interested in computers, but
My birthday arrived and of course, as usual, I thought that Jeanne would go buy a cake and give me a present for the occasion. In previous years, she always bought me either a book or a little outfit, always up to her means. Then we would spend the evening together and that's how my birthday would pass. This year I imagine that Fabian will be there and maybe also Michaël... I sighed, no he certainly wouldn't mind that. Even though he reassures me that his life is going well, I can see his declining form. He always seems so depressed and it's not my love that's going to help him. Aden asked me to cover him with attention, that Michaël is depressive by nature and that if I let him think about it too much, he would end up getting sick. Aden knows him well. I guess that a similar situation must have already happened and it is not Fabian's sad face that will say the opposite. So for the past week, I've been trying to be by his side, spending the night at his house every day and do
I couldn't believe it! Yesterday morning, my mother and I were talking and she was telling me how much she is in great shape. Her treatment was going well and she was looking forward to meeting her first grandchild. It's not possible, she can't be in that crate, her body cold and lifeless. It's impossible. But yet it is not Cécile's lamentations, Mr. Victor's complaints, and Jeanne's tears that can say the opposite. My mother, Amanda Clark, is dead. She was murdered by someone inside her company. I can't believe it as I walk towards her body. My vision is blurry from the tears I know are streaming down my face as my surroundings are cloudy. I feel like I'm going to fall, I had only just met her, and it wasn't always nice but we managed to overcome our pasts, I wanted... I don't know… It was far too soon for her to leave us. I felt Michael behind me as he held me down. I couldn't even stand up because the pain was overwhelming me. Jeanne was on her knees in front of our
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