Roseline's POV Abruptly, he pulled me to himself and no matter how hard I tried to steady myself, I found myself stumbling over his body just the way he wanted. My head collided with his rock-hard chest and I hissed in pain but he didn't seem bothered by it. My ear pressed against his chest and I could clearly hear the loud thumping of his heart, which was covered under many layers but it was there, feeling things and doing more than just pumping blood. Attempting to regain my balance, I propped myself up on my elbow, only to have him grip my wrist more tightly and pull me closer to him, eliminating any remaining distance between our bodies that I was trying to create. "Uhh" A moan escaped my lips unintentionally when my soft body was crushed against his hard one once again and this time it hurt more than before. "Stay," he murmured, his voice thick and hoarse, burdened by the fever that consumed him. But still, in his vulnerable and weak state, he didn't forget to order me. My
Roseline's POV Placing the stuff that I brought for his care on the side table, I went to retrieve a clean cotton handkerchief, preparing it to be used as a cold compress. Dipping the cloth into the water, I gently spread it across his forehead. As the coolness of the cloth made contact with his fevered skin, his eyes flickered open. They were bloodshot, mirroring the reddened tip of his nose, and his lips, once vibrant, now appeared pale, chapped, and parted as he struggled to breathe through his congested nose. He was now inhaling through his open mouth as his airways were completely blocked. "I told you..." he began to mutter, his voice strained, and I knew he was going to stop me. "Shhh...." I shushed him before he could scold me. "Just keep your mouth shut for now." I placed my finger on his lips. He let out a sigh, as if finally giving in, and closed his eyes once more, throwing his head back on the pillow. I kept the cool cloth pressed gently against his forehead, providin
Roseline's POV In spite of all the humiliation, I still found myself ranting at him. "Why do you always keep pushing me away? I know the reality of our relationship and I am very well aware that we are going to change paths after 1 year. Until then, if you need it, you can at least share with me what's bothering you. Anyway, I am going to forget everything about you after this year ends. You need not worry about that," I said. He repeated my words, mocking my tone. "You need not worry about me. Sleep!" My frustration grew, fueling my response. "There are certain things over which you don't have power. Ordering me to sleep isn't going to magically transport me back to the deep slumber I was in before you started shouting." My voice crackled with annoyance. The silence hung heavy in the room, enveloping us in its tension and suddenly it was broken by the churning of his stomach. My eyes flicked down and his ears turned red out of embarrassment. And this reminded me that he di
Roseline's POV Suddenly, the door burst open and I flinched at my place. Vincenzo seemed completely unfazed by the sudden intrusion. I followed his gaze and saw three doctors standing in the doorway, their expressions focused and determined. What's going around? Confusion clouded my thoughts as I tried to make sense of the situation. "I called them when you went to make soup," Vincenzo told me, reading my confusion, which was clearly visible on my face. "Ohk" And I thought that he was not worried about his health. But the current scene contradicted my assumptions. The doctors wasted no time; their movements were swift and efficient. One doctor approached Vincenzo, checking his blood pressure with professional air. Another reached for a thermometer, gently placing it against Vincenzo's forehead to take his temperature. Meanwhile, the third doctor prepared a needle to collect a blood sample. While it was true that Vincenzo had been running a high fever, the extent of their actio
Roseline's POV I woke up and immediately stretched my body to its fullest extent, feeling the stiffness dissipate along with a wide yawn. As my eyes adjusted to the morning light, they fell upon the wall clock, and I was surprised to find that I had slept until 8 o'clock. Normally, I would have been up by 7, but considering the long night I had spent with him, it was understandable. He squeezed all my energy and I needed a long rest to get ready for the day. My gaze shifted to the right, instinctively searching for his presence as soon as his thought crossed my head but he was not there and at the same time, I could hear the running water sound coming from the bathroom, indicating that he was taking a bath. The world could turn upside down but he can never get late for the office. He is very punctual. Perhaps it was his unwavering dedication and commitment to his work that granted him the power and wealth he possessed. Sighing heavily, I sat up on the bed. My eyes were still hea
Roseline's POV Blinking rapidly, I swallowed hard, closing my mouth that had been left hanging agape for what felt like an eternity. I tried to take hold of myself, as I didn't want to show how intrigued I was with him and his body. "I... I..." His eyes were so dark and penetrating my soul so deeply that once again my head became blank and nothing came out of my mouth, no matter how hard I tried. He tilted his head slightly, asking me to go forward. I mentally slapped myself to behave this way and forced my thoughts to be coherent so that I could form a good excuse. "How could you roam this way?" I asked, trying my best not to look down again and distract my head from where it shouldn't be. "This is my room and I believe it is something that gives me the most privacy and I could do anything I want to do here. I could hide my body under multiple layers of clothes or stay in my birth suit. It is completely my choice," he said, his voice laced with a hint of nonchalant confidence.
Roseline's POV I could clearly see the hunger and his eyes as he kept on staring deep into my eyes. He was capable of devouring me with a single glance. Conflicting emotions washed over me—uncertainty, nervousness, and a flicker of curiosity intertwined with a powerful attraction. On one hand, I felt drawn to the intensity of his gaze, enticed by the possibility of delving into unexplored realms. But a cautious voice within me urged restraint, reminding me of the potential risks and outcomes that lay ahead. Before I could decide between right and wrong, I found him hovering above me. His presence engulfed the space around us, creating an electric charge that pulsed through the air. One of his palms pressed beside my head while he stroked my lower lip with the thumb of his other hand. "Roseline," he said slowly, as if he were tasting it against his tongue. I could feel his minty breath evoking my senses. It wasn't the first time that he took my name but for some weird reason, it
My palms flew and pressed against my mouth but my bad luck was that I could not take back the word that slipped past my lips. My eyes—why don't I be in horror as I brace myself for his anger? His toned body leaned over me and when I thought he was going to shout at me he flicked his finger against my clitoral area once again. His other hand rolled up my shirt, and in one swift move, he hooked his thumb in the cup of my bra, pulling it down, leaving my bosoms bare to his eyes. Before I knew it, I felt his warm, wet mouth wrapped around my nipple, which again earned a moan from me. I could feel a jolt of electricity running through my entire body; goosebumps rose over my skin. I moaned again, this time louder, when he did the same thing with the other nipple, sucking, pulling, and nibbling it. I jolted again when his finger moved down my slit and entered me while his thumb caressed my clitoral area in a slow, circular motion. Uncontained moans left my lips and I found my body tre
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