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
Fabian is not stupid, he never was and knows very well when to poke his nose somewhere. He also knows how to follow his instincts and the latter had been pointing him in a certain direction for months. Already with the death of Amanda Clark's attending physician, he had been certain that his approach was good and since the death of the latter, he is more than convinced that all this was orchestrated and he does not doubt the name of the culprit. The reason for this is that he leaves very early and returns only very late for a few days. Anyway, he doesn't have enough evidence yet so he won't bother his wife who already has enough to do with her new responsibilities, not to mention the pregnancy which is soon to come to term. He remains nevertheless worried that she will overwork herself to forget her sadness, she will have lost both parents at a conscious age in terrible circumstances so he imagines the trauma she must live with. He would like to stay with her but he just can't l
Time flew by quickly as things evolved on Fabian's side. He doesn't know how, but one morning as he was about to go investigate, he found on the doorstep of his apartment a stack of documents chronicling all of John Keller's fraudulent dealings over the past ten years. It was evidence of corruption in bribes and payments for not-so-legal services. John Keller had to carry out other no less brilliant activities and had bribed the senior police officers of this city (as he already knew) to disguise his misdeeds and to act with complete impunity. His father, Michaël's grandfather would turn in his grave if he discovered the scum that his son has become. He was a man, they say, straight and honest, he had built the Keller empire with his own hands, making this name a reference, but a priori his son had not received the same dignified precepts as him. Fabian shook his head, what drove John Keller despite being born with all these favors to go down the path of crime? Fabian felt stup
I was sitting on the bed while Michaël was not there. Even less in the bedroom! I wonder what's been happening to him for the past few days. He's been avoiding me altogether. I can't understand what's going on in his head unless he tells me. At first, I thought it was always the lack of Mira telling me it would be fine soon but I was wrong. He has become more distant, colder with me and it hurts me. When I try to start a conversation with him, he looks away from me and stands up with drawn features. Is he really mad at me deep down? Is he holding me responsible for the deterioration of his relationship with his sister? What should I do? Would he be happier if I retired and he found his sister? I started biting my nails as I began to worry about losing Michaël forever. Will I be able to bear it? Am I good enough to set him free? Would I be a bad person if I demanded that after he had so intensely and desperately made me fall in love with him, he would stay by my side? Wh
When I saw my sister again after she disappeared, I noticed that her face, which had previously been sad and downcast, was now filled with determination and conviction. It was as if her earlier fear and angst had disappeared and she no longer cared about anything. My sister has always been so strong and even though the situation is worrying both for her and her husband, she does not give up and continues to have faith in a brighter future. I smiled. I too should not worry, I have to trust Fabian's will. He promised me, he will always take care of my sister and always ensure her well-being and happiness. So there's no need to torture my mind like this, I just have to have faith in a happy ending. I was sitting in the waiting room with Lenny when Michaël arrived with Carla, Johan, and Aden. The last three had been briefed by Michael and Aden had called Mr. Burns. They were all nice to me and almost three hours later we heard the cries of a newborn baby. My nephew had just been b
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