Vincenzo's POV I got the ring and decided to give it back to Roseline. The words from Kevin were still ringing in my head. The question of whom I loved more, Rose or Roseline, lingered like a heavy cloud over my thoughts. I knew deep down that I didn't love Roseline, yet when that stripper introduced herself as my Rose, my immediate thought was of her. It was undeniable that I had developed a soft spot for Roseline. Her kindness, her efforts to care for me, and her genuine concern for my well-being had left an imprint on my heart. I couldn't bear to witness her pain or suffering. Perhaps it was these actions that had unknowingly created a connection between us, one that went beyond the contract we had entered into. I can't see her hurt or in pain. I think this is because of the things she has done for me. And I am sure that she also has started feeling something for me but the fact that I love Rose is holding her back. The thing that is scaring me the most is that I am not sur
Roseline's POV It's been a week since that incident, and I've fully recovered. Vincenzo insisted that I study from home, and I haven't stepped out of the house since then. I'm not complaining, though. I've noticed that I start feeling weak and tired if I exert myself for more than thirty minutes. I'm planning to schedule a medical checkup to determine the reason for this sudden fatigue. I haven't seen Kevin at home lately. Vincenzo informed me that he's gone out of town for some urgent work. With Grandpa back from his trip, it seems like Kevin won't be staying with us anymore. I miss his company. I was getting bored so I decided to scroll down the mobile when I suddenly came across a video where a girl was wearing short clothes, seducing her partner. I couldn't stop myself from clicking on the video and I had to make sure that Vincenzo was not coming out of his study while I watched the video. The way the man was touching her turned me on immediately and it reminded me of Vincen
Roseline's POV "Yeah, I will be there in half an hour," Vincenzo said over the call. He was leaving for his office, which meant I'd be alone at home again. It had been days since I last stepped out of the house. Today, Liam and Emma were at an orphanage, and I desperately wanted to visit them but I was not sure if Vincenzo would allow me or not. "Do you want something?" he asked, noticing my hesitation. "Yes," I nodded quickly, seizing the opportunity. "What?" He tilted his head as he adjusted his tie. "Could you please drop me off at the orphanage?" He blinked at me, seemingly pondering it. A minute-long silence hung between us, making me fear that he would say no. "Okay," he finally said with a subtle nod. Yayy! I squealed and he took out his phone from his pocket to call someone. "Cancel the meeting; I am not coming today." What? "But why?" I asked as he hung up. "Because I am coming with you," he said as he tucked the phone into his pocket "There is no need fo
Vincenzo's POV From the day we signed the contract, I knew about her birthday. I never thought of celebrating it but in the last few days, she has come so close to me that I wanted to give her all the happiness that she deserves. I knew that her happiness lay in the smiles of the orphanage, and nothing could make her happier than distributing gifts to the kids and celebrating her day with them. I was just pretending to be busy and was about to drop her off at the orphanage but she insisted on joining me and I could never say no to her puppy face. I thought that Sister Mary would not reveal everything to her but she did. I didn't want to take the credit. It was the first time that I did something like that for someone and the happiness on her face was worth everything. I was ready to do it daily if it was going to make her so happy. I was enjoying her dancing moves when the kids forced me to dance with them as well. Earlier, I was scared that they would not accept me and t
Vincenzo's POV The receptionist was waiting for me to take action while I found my inner self dying. I know it was a hard time for me and I have to face this all alone. I need to save Roseline's life anyhow. My world is beautiful if she is alive, no matter if she is with me or not. Closing my eyes, I just signed the papers for the abortion. I never knew about the child, nor was I ready for one. I would be glad if Roseline came out safe. Her health is most important to me. Gulping down, I just handed over the papers to the receptionist and at the same time, I received a call from my driver. "Sir, I have come with the donor," he informed me, His voice held urgency as he knew the urgency of the situation. "Ok" I hastily hung up the phone and dashed outside, scanning the area for a teenage boy who was supposed to be our lifeline at this critical moment. "Jasper?" I asked, my voice tinged with anxiety as I approached a young boy leaning against the car. He nodded. A wave
Vincenzo's POV My eyes closed on their own as I frantically prayed for her safety. I had her back in my life, smiling and happy. In my mind's eye, I envisioned her returning to me, radiant and joyful, bringing light back into my life. When I opened my eyes, the doctors were still tirelessly working on her, and her frail form lay almost lifeless on the operating table. Only the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor provided any reassurance that she was still with us. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the heart monitor's alarming rhythm began to stabilize. The room let out a collective sigh of relief as her vital signs improved. The surgeons continued their work and I stepped aside. I can't bear the sight anymore. "Everything would be alright, child," Sister Mary said as she approached me. I could only manage a nod; my emotions were too raw for words. Liam appeared to be keeping Emma updated on the situation, while Emma, it seemed, had chosen to stay at the orphan
Vincenzo's POV It had been nearly a week since I brought Roseline back home. She spent most of her time sleeping, a side effect of the medications, but her body showed promising signs of improvement, which eased the weight of worry on my shoulders. Despite having hired two nurses to care for her, I remained vigilant, ensuring she took her medicines and meals on time. It was a responsibility I gladly undertook, a small way to contribute to her recovery. Grandpa's happiness at the news of her pregnancy was beyond limits. He couldn't contain his excitement and had called the doctor without my knowledge, who then divulged everything. While his joy was heartwarming, Roseline's earlier words still echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but contemplate the uncertain future of our child. Turning my head, I glanced at her sleeping form beside me. A strand of her hair had fallen across her face, obscuring my view of her serene features. She had become the first sight of my mornings, the rad
Vincenzo's POV As I ordered my man, they brought the donor along with his parents here. I took a bouquet and went to the airport to welcome them. I found it sweet that they got ready to come here at once. I was waiting for them when the boy, whom I identified as Jasper, came. I handed him the bouquet and ruffled his hair, at which he smiled. There was something about his smile that strangely reminded me of my Rose. I then extended my hand to shake his father's, but my body froze in place when I laid eyes on the boy's mother. It couldn't be possible. The shock coursed through me as I stared at her, unable to believe my eyes. ~~~~~ Roseline's POV The past week had passed by in a blur for me. I spent most of my time sleeping, so I wasn't entirely aware of what was happening around me. However, certain memories stood out vividly, like visits from Emma, Liam, and Sister Mary. But what I remembered most clearly was the way Vincenzo had cared for me, tending to my needs like
Roseline's POVI was packing a lunch box to have it together in the garden as planned by Enzo when Roderick came running to me. "Mommmyyyyyyy!"I turned to find my sweet three-year-old son standing there, his eyes filled with innocence and his lips forming a cute pout."Yes, baby?" I responded, bending down to his level.Our children had grown so fast, and it seemed like just yesterday when I was carrying them in my belly, experiencing their little kicks and wiggles. Soon, they will start going to school as well. "Chocolate," he requested, his tiny hand reaching out and his big, hopeful eyes locked onto mine. He was blinking up at me innocently with a pout on his lips. I couldn't help but chuckle at his irresistible charm. "But you already had some today, my love," I said gently, aware of the perils of too much chocolate for a young child. "You know that having too much can give you cavities in your teeth."He pouted a little more, his eyes welling up with tiny tears."Mommy, plea
One year laterRoseline's POVAs I sat in the VIP seat, watching my husband Vincenzo on the stage, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride and happiness. Today was a momentous occasion—an interview that marked the culmination of Vincenzo's relentless pursuit of success. He had not only climbed the corporate ladder but had also become the richest man in the country as a result of his dedication and unyielding work ethic.His company had experienced unprecedented growth under his leadership, and it was all a result of his own hard work and visionary approach to business. When I asked him what would I do here, he said that it was because of my luck that he had been able to achieve all this but it was nothing but a lie. It is his own hard work. On the stage, Vincenzo was poised and confident, fielding questions from the interviewer with ease. His words were measured and insightful, a reflection of the wisdom he had gained through years of experience. The audience was capt
Roseline's POV"Ma'am, you are done," the attendants announced, taking a step back to admire their work.As soon as I stood up, I couldn't resist the curiosity to see myself. My heart raced with anticipation as I approached the mirror. When I finally gazed upon my reflection, my jaw dropped, and my eyes widened in sheer disbelief.I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was me, but at the same time, it felt like an entirely different person staring back at me. The transformation was astonishing.Before this moment, I had rarely worn makeup, and the sight of myself in such an exquisite wedding dress, adorned with intricate makeup and hair styling, left me feeling completely transformed. It was as if I had stepped into a dream, and I marveled at the beautiful bride that I had become.For the first time in my life, I saw myself as truly beautiful. "My Princess," My father's voice gently called out, drawing my attention as he stepped into the room."Dad," I responded with a smile, my h
Roseline's POVI was completing my assignment when suddenly I felt a kick. My fingers trembled as I tried to maintain my focus on the assignment, the cursor on my computer screen blinking in time with my racing heart.At first, I thought that it was normal as the due date was only two days ahead but then that sudden kick, strong and insistent, tore my attention away from the words on the screen. I gasped, my hands instinctively clutching my swollen belly. It had been a day filled with intermittent twinges, but this was different and sharper, and it frightened me."Ahhhhhh!" a loud, painful scream left my throat. The kicks became a relentless rhythm, punctuated by contractions that wrapped around me like vipers of pain. I cried out, a scream echoing through the room, the intensity of it threatening to consume me."Enzo!" Desperation took over as I called out for Vincenzo. My voice quivered with fear and pain as I said his name, the urgency in my tone carrying through the walls of the
Roseline's POVWith only one month left until our babies would enter this world, Vincenzo and I were bursting with anticipation. Every day brought us closer to the moment we had been eagerly awaiting.Since the traumatic incident, I have become quite the homebody, rarely venturing outside except for my regular checkups. I clung to Vincenzo's side, feeling safest in his presence, and he never left my side for a moment.Most of my days were spent in a gentle cycle of sleep and study. The fatigue that accompanied this stage of pregnancy often left me too tired to focus on our startup project, much less anything else. I marveled at how some pregnant women managed to stay perpetually excited and energetic, while I struggled to find the motivation to even comb my hair.My eyes remained closed, and I was still lying in my comfortable cocoon when I felt a gentle hand on my head. An immediate sense of warmth and comfort washed over me, and a wide, contented smile spread across my lips.Vincenz
Roseline's POVBeepBeepBeepBefore I could even flutter my eyes open, a rhythmic beeping sound reached my ears, a reassuring signal that I was in a hospital. Memories of the terrifying events leading up to my loss of consciousness played like a haunting reel in my mind.My initial instinct was to protect my unborn babies. My hands instinctively reached for my stomach, and a wave of relief washed over me as I felt the reassuring presence of my baby bump."Rose." Vincenzo's voice broke through the haze as he rushed to my side, settling into a chair beside my hospital bed. His gentle hand began to caress my head, offering a soothing touch."Vincenzo, my babies?" I managed to voice my primary concern."They are fine," he breathed out, nodding reassuringly. His words eased the immense worry that had gripped me."How are you feeling?" he inquired, genuine concern etched on his face."I am fine," I assured him.My trembling hands reached out, and I gently enclosed his palm within mine, squ
Vincenzo's POVI was with Roseline, selecting a dress, when I got an important call. As much as I didn't want to leave her alone, I had to attend the call as well. Asking her to stay at her place, I went to attend the call but to my surprise, the loss of network didn't let me hear anything. I had to walk ahead and suddenly I was pushed inside a room. I wasn't expecting it so I fell inside and before I could react, I was locked inside. "Open the door." I banged but no one came. Locked inside the dimly lit room, anxiety gripped my chest as I desperately tried to break free. The sound of my fist pounding against the solid door echoed through the space, but there was no response from the other side. I couldn't even see the face of the man who pushed me inside. But I am sure about one thing: everything is planned. I couldn't shake the feeling that something sinister was afoot, and my mind raced with thoughts of Roseline alone and vulnerable. "My men took about twenty minutes to reac
Fear and confusion swirled within me as Kevin drove the car, leaving me paralyzed with disbelief. The Kevin I had known, the one who had shared laughter and joy with me, now seemed like a completely different person—a dark and dangerous one.I struggled a bit more but I sat back when I knew that there was no way out of this. I was already bone tired and I thought twice about keeping my energy reserved to fight with him once I was out of this car. I still couldn't believe that he was the same Kevin with whom I had shared so many laughs and giggles. I never knew that a devil was lurking behind that helping face. Vincenzo was already aware of his reality and this was the reason he was always asking me to keep my distance from him but I was so foolish that I never listened to him. I kept on looking out, trying to memorize the way so that I could run back when I got a chance to escape him. After what felt like an hour, he finally applied the brake. He came out and when he opened my si
Roseline's POV"You really don't have a good collection," Vincenzo remarked, his voice tinged with frustration.I was getting tired, to be honest. We had been at the bridal boutique for three hours, and while I was falling in love with every wedding gown they had, Vincenzo seemed unimpressed with any of them.He kept suggesting that I try on various dresses, but my energy was waning, and I didn't want to spoil the excitement of him seeing me in my wedding gown for the first time on our actual wedding day. So, I politely declined."Don't we have other designs?" he inquired, turning to the boutique attendant."Sir, if you're not satisfied with our current selection, you can choose from a virtual catalog, and we'll tailor it to your preferences," she suggested."That's a great idea!" Vincenzo's eyes lit up with excitement. "Why didn't you mention that earlier? I want something that can match the beauty of my wife."The boutique attendant glanced at me, and I couldn't help but feel like a