Raquel Renaud has spent her entire life overshadowed by the brilliance of her younger sister, Camille—the epitome of beauty and perfection. Raquel has long accepted her role as the family's overlooked daughter, enduring subtle humiliations and a constant sense of inadequacy. When her parents arrange her marriage to Alvaro Bernardi, a strikingly handsome and wildly ambitious businessman, Raquel dares to hope that this union might finally grant her a life of purpose and love. To Alvaro, Raquel is just a tool to fulfill his family's obligations. He hates her—her looks, her existence, even her audacity to love him. Alvaro’s contempt turns to betrayal when Raquel discovers the cruelest truth: Alvaro is having an affair with Camille, her younger sister. The betrayal shatters Raquel to her core. With her heart in ruins, she walks away from the wreckage of her marriage, keeping one devastating secret: she’s pregnant with twins. Five years later, Raquel returns—not as the woman once overlooked and discarded, but as a force to be reckoned with. Her beauty, strength, and newfound grace now turn heads, leaving everyone who once dismissed her in awe. Beneath her dazzling transformation, Raquel hides the wounds of a past that refuses to heal. When fate thrusts her back into the path of Alvaro—a man now consumed by the weight of his past mistakes—and Camille, who has woven herself deeply into Alvaro’s life, old secrets begin to unravel, threatening to tear everything apart. In a world where love is laced with regret and revenge, Raquel must fight her fiercest battle yet: to protect herself, her children, and the fragile happiness she’s painstakingly built. Will the ghosts of her past rise to destroy her, or will she finally take control and emerge victorious in the story of her own life?
View More“Don't be naughty when Mama's busy, okay? If you need anything, just ask Brodie.”“Can I ask for an iPad and a toy?!” Matilda's eyes lit up.I squatted in front of Matteo and Matilda, smoothing Matilda's slightly messy hair with a smile. “Ipads and toys are not ‘needs’, Tilly,” I said softly, pinching her nose, immediately making her giggle. “I will be gone for a while, you have to promise not to trouble Brodie, okay?”Matteo nodded seriously, but I could see his eyes glancing at Harry, who stood behind me with a relaxed expression.“If Brodie allows it, how about it?” Matteo asked, his voice full of anticipation.Harry chuckled softly, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. “I always allow it if it's something reasonable,” he said teasingly, then looked at me. “So, is there a list of special instructions, Ms. Marsh?”“Nothing in particular. Just make sure they eat lunch and dinner on time, no snacks before bed, and—” I turned to them who were already making
It was still eleven a.m when I leaned my head back on the chair at the back of my boutique. The clockwork on the wall ticked softly, providing a soothing rhythm amidst the room's stillness.My handcrafted dresses hung neatly all around, each exuding an elegance that made me feel proud, but they also reminded me of the heavy responsibility I had to bear.I closed my eyes briefly, trying to shake off the fatigue that gripped my body after the long interview. But instead of peace, my mind is filled with plans for tomorrow's big catwalk in Hollywood. I know sleeping here is not a wise choice, but my body is too tired to care.A small chuckle sounded faintly in the distance, followed by a cheerful babble that got closer. I furrowed my brows and opened my eyes slowly but remained silent and listening.“Look! That's the dress Mama made last week!” Matteo's voice sounded admiring.“Yes, but I prefer the one with the beads,” Matilda replied cheerfully.“But this dress has cool lace, Tilly,” Ma
The sound of the waves slowly faded as the car drove off the cobblestone road onto the main road. Morning light peeked through the trees, illuminating the deserted highway.In the front seat, Matteo hummed happily to the song on the radio, his squeaky voice making Harry chuckle as he adjusted the wheel.“Matteo, a little lower. It's not a concert,” Harry said jokingly, his eyes glancing at the little boy sitting upright in the passenger seat in a bright blue jacket.“But I could be a rockstar if I wanted to!” Matteo grinned widely, combing his short hair with his tiny fingers to look cool. “You know that, Brody?”Harry chuckled, replying casually, “Of course, Theo. But don't forget, rockstars still must go to school.”I was busy braiding Matilda's hair in the back, trying to hold back my laughter at their conversation. Matilda's curly hair was always a challenge, but today, she seemed more patient—at least until she started talking again.“Rockstar? Matteo can't be a rockstar. He can'
Five Years Later. The room was filled with soft light that bounced off the tall glass walls, giving it an airy and elegant feel.In the center stood a mannequin in a dress that looked like a work of art. It had layers of floating silk fabric and beads that sparkled like stars. The dress was unfinished, but it already exuded undeniable luxury and elegance.I stood in front of the mannequin, intently watching every detail. My fingers touched the fabric, fixing the slight crease at the waist before I stepped back to look at it from a different angle. My boots clicked softly on the smooth wooden floor, and a sound drowned out in the low rumble of my team's discussion behind me."Add a little more volume at the bottom," I say, more to myself than to anyone else.But one of my assistants, Grace, notes it right away. She's always alert, and so are the others. My team, little family, the ones who always believed in my vision, even when I doubted myself at times.I took a deep breath, feeling
When I stood in front of Harry's apartment door, the rain had stopped.The sky was still dark from the overcast, and the bone-chilling cold wind made my body tremble. But that's not what made me feel like I was going to collapse. It wasn't what made my hands tremble as I clutched the cloth bag at my side.It was the pain that constantly gnawed at my chest, shaking every joint until I could barely stand.I knocked on the door three times, barely making a sound. I knew Becca and Anna were inside, waiting for me with hope. Maybe they were laughing, imagining me coming in with a smile full of happiness because of the surprise lunch they'd encouraged me to have. But they don't know—nobody knows how broken I am right now.The door opens slightly, and Becca's face appears. Her hair is disheveled, but her smile is wide, as always."Ky! You finally—" She stopped, her smile vanishing instantly as her eyes caught mine.I couldn't speak. My lips trembled violently, and the tears I had been holdin
The rain still falls heavily, its rhythm hitting the large dining room window like a knock on my nerves. The warm scent of osso buco fills the air, mingling with the fragrance of the vanilla candle I've chosen especially for tonight.I glanced at the wall clock for the umpteenth time—it was twenty minutes past eight.He's late. But Alvaro always comes home, doesn't he? He always strides in with his cold, unwavering way, making my heart pound even though I know he never sees me.I check the dining table once more. The small candles were perfectly lit, and the tablecloth was straight without a single crease. I even matched the position of the forks and knives like I'd seen in a fancy restaurant. It may be silly, but I wanted everything to look perfect, though I knew I was far from it myself.The image of myself in the window, my fat body, was there.I move closer, looking at my face faintly reflected in the glass. My tangled black hair was now neatly styled and slicked back so as not to
The rain still falls heavily, its rhythm hitting the large dining room window like a knock on my nerves. The warm scent of osso buco fills the air, mingling with the fragrance of the vanilla candle I've chosen especially for tonight.I glanced at the wall clock for the umpteenth time—it was twenty minutes past eight.He's late. But Alvaro always comes home, doesn't he? He always strides in with his cold, unwavering way, making my heart pound even though I know he never sees me.I check the dining table once more. The small candles were perfectly lit, and the tablecloth was straight without a single crease. I even matched the position of the forks and knives like I'd seen in a fancy restaurant. It may be silly, but I wanted everything to look perfect, though I knew I was far from it myself.The image of myself in the window, my fat body, was there.I move closer, looking at my face faintly reflected in the glass. My tangled black hair was now neatly styled and slicked back so as not to...
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