Rosalie Wet heat flooded my core the moment I felt his soft, warm, silken lips touch mine. Adrien's desire for me permeated the air, his passion evident as he consumed my mouth as if it were the sole sustenance necessary for his survival. As my hands delved into his hair, I opened myself up to him, sensing that all the elusive fragments of my life had finally aligned. There was an unexplainable sense of déjà vu in this room, in this country, as if we had traveled this path before. Months ago, when he casually inquired about our honeymoon destination, I mentioned France without surprising him. It felt like he already knew my choice, and now, in this moment, I realize I never pondered on it until now. Despite never having visited France, its familiarity eludes me, leaving me unable to pinpoint the source of its recognition. I gasped as his mouth came down to my breast and he bit lightly on my hardened nipple. I sucked in another breath as he soothed it with his tongue and teased the
Rosalie A week later Upon opening my eyes, I was surprised to find myself in a hospital room. The last memory I had was standing before the fridge with the door open, ready to grab the freshly squeezed orange juice I'd made earlier. Suddenly, a screeching sound inside my head made me clutch it, and the events that followed were a mystery. "Baby?" Adrien's anxious voice made me turn towards him. His hair was tousled, evidence of him running his fingers through it, and he appeared as if he had aged ten years since this morning when I last saw him. "What am I doing here?" I inquired, attempting to prop myself up using my elbows, but he insisted I rest. "You need to rest," He urged. "I found you unconscious in the kitchen, panicked, and brought you to the hospital. The doctor explained it as fainting due to stress." "I'm fine," I reassured him. I studied his face in silence, making him uneasy, yet he didn't avert his gaze as I expected. "What?" He grumbled, arching a delicate eyebr
Rosalie Being born into a wealthy family is often perceived as the ultimate advantage – a life without financial worries, instant access to desires. While true for many, that wasn't the case for me or my mother. Two years ago, my father orchestrated my marriage to Adrien Vasanten solely for his gain, disregarding my feelings. It marked another instance where he prioritized himself over me.At the age of twenty-two, I found myself in a coveted position that many women would envy – married to Adrien Vasanten, the CEO of Gold Myne Corporation, but we had not yet welcomed a child into our lives. However, my reality differed greatly from the envisioned marital bliss I'd wanted for myself. Despite my love for him, Adrien harbored a strong dislike towards me. I relentlessly tried to improve his perception of me, yet I remained the woman he believed had separated him from his true love, with whom he maintained constant contact. To my dismay, I discovered he was cheating on me with her. Des
Rosalie "Thank you for letting me know. I'm on my way," I responded, ending the call. I dialed my best friend Kevin, updated him on the situation, and he assured me he'd pick me up. After finishing my makeup, putting on earrings, grabbing my purse, and phone, I rushed out of my room."Going somewhere, ma'am?" Serena, the housekeeper, inquired."Yes, Serena. I'll be back very late, but if I won't make it, I'll let you know," I replied."Should I inform Mr. Vasanten of your absence?" she asked."Notifying him won't make a difference," I dismissed. "Just save your breath.""Is the chauffeur driving you?""I called Kevin. Thanks, Serena," I smiled at her and left. Kevin arrived, and we departed for the hospital in his car. "You weren't busy in the office, were you?" I asked him."No, I was just heading out when you called. Would've gotten here sooner, but the traffic was hell," He explained. "What happened?""Yvette," I let out a beleaguered sigh. "Cecilia called me again saying that she
RosalieSeated on the hallway recliners, I was in tears when Kevin found me. Without asking questions, he pulled me close, allowing me to release the pain and anguish in my heart. After a few minutes, my tears subsided, and I wiped my face, smiling at him."How do I look?" I asked."Like a panda," He grinned. I checked with my compact mirror, realizing he was right. Quickly cleaning my mascara mishap, I reapplied my makeup."Now, how do I look?" I inquired."Gorgeous as always," He smiled. Shifting the conversation, I shared that my mom needed surgeries costing a hundred and thirty thousand dollars."That's a lot. Where will you get the money?" Kevin questioned."I'll ask Adrien for a loan," I replied, acknowledging the slim chance due to Yvette's interference."He might not give you the money. Will you tell him the truth about your mother?" Kevin asked. "Why didn't you tell Carmen the truth?""I couldn't burden my mother with my problems," I defended. "My marriage to Adrien is my i
Rosalie Staring at the pregnancy stick, I observed the two vivid lines confirming my pregnancy. Trying to recall the conception time, I shut my eyes, realizing I'd forgotten to take my birth control pills twice due to stress from my mother's illness and other things."Why now? You came at an inopportune time, baby," I muttered to myself, my hand unconsciously on my lower abdomen. Despite my happiness, I wondered how Adrien would react to the news. If I told him, he'd likely hate me even more and blame me for trapping him in an unwanted marriage."I don't know what to do. Should I tell him? Will he want this baby or force a miscarriage?" I pondered, growing increasingly scared. "I can't tell him. He hates me, and I won't let him hate my baby. This child will be mine alone."A knock on my bedroom door and Serena's voice checking on me had me rising, concealing the stick, rinsing out my mouth and washing my hands before opening the door."What should I do about dinner? Mr. Vasanten lef
AdrienThree months laterAfter a challenging three-month process to finalize the divorce, hindered by my father's connection with the judge, who made it difficult for me to win despite Rosalie's absence, I found solace in the fact that she had kept her promise not to spend another month in my house. Upon my return, Serena informed me that Rosalie had packed her bags and left the morning after our argument.Surprisingly, she left behind all the items I had gotten for her over the years, taking only the clothes she brought into my home. It felt as if she had never been there, fulfilling my desire of wanting to be free. Now, with the freedom to be with Yvette, I was undeterred by my father's threat to cut me off financially, as I prepared for our pre-honeymoon trip to Thailand with a bouquet of roses, a duffel bag, and a ring box from Stellar Stones, Yvette's favorite jewelry store, in hand.Despite my nerves, fueled by Yvette's recent unusual behavior, I was determined to move forward
RosalieFive years laterFive years have passed since I departed Aldovia, and without a doubt, it stands as the best decision of my life. Life in Cardenia, though bittersweet due to my mother's passing three years ago, carries a sweet note as I embrace the role of the mother to the world's most adorable five-year-old triplets.Worries of Adrien finding us have dissipated, thanks to Kevin and me choosing a distant path from Aldovia, and my discreet handling of my pregnancy. I am confident he has moved on, now married to his true love, Yvette."He's surely married with kids. No need for concerns," I reassured myself. The past is behind me; the focus is on the future. As a single mother of three, I've found contentment without needing a man to complete me."Kids, time for school!" I called out. The rush of footsteps down the stairs ensued, and I sighed, reminded of their heedlessness to my warnings about stairs safety."What did I say about running on the stairs?" I admonished. "Apologie
Rosalie A week later Upon opening my eyes, I was surprised to find myself in a hospital room. The last memory I had was standing before the fridge with the door open, ready to grab the freshly squeezed orange juice I'd made earlier. Suddenly, a screeching sound inside my head made me clutch it, and the events that followed were a mystery. "Baby?" Adrien's anxious voice made me turn towards him. His hair was tousled, evidence of him running his fingers through it, and he appeared as if he had aged ten years since this morning when I last saw him. "What am I doing here?" I inquired, attempting to prop myself up using my elbows, but he insisted I rest. "You need to rest," He urged. "I found you unconscious in the kitchen, panicked, and brought you to the hospital. The doctor explained it as fainting due to stress." "I'm fine," I reassured him. I studied his face in silence, making him uneasy, yet he didn't avert his gaze as I expected. "What?" He grumbled, arching a delicate eyebr
Rosalie Wet heat flooded my core the moment I felt his soft, warm, silken lips touch mine. Adrien's desire for me permeated the air, his passion evident as he consumed my mouth as if it were the sole sustenance necessary for his survival. As my hands delved into his hair, I opened myself up to him, sensing that all the elusive fragments of my life had finally aligned. There was an unexplainable sense of déjà vu in this room, in this country, as if we had traveled this path before. Months ago, when he casually inquired about our honeymoon destination, I mentioned France without surprising him. It felt like he already knew my choice, and now, in this moment, I realize I never pondered on it until now. Despite never having visited France, its familiarity eludes me, leaving me unable to pinpoint the source of its recognition. I gasped as his mouth came down to my breast and he bit lightly on my hardened nipple. I sucked in another breath as he soothed it with his tongue and teased the
AdrienDespite promising myself not to propose to her in front of a crowd to avoid potential humiliation if she said no, my mind decided otherwise as soon as I stepped onto the stage. She appeared stunning in the white halter neck dress she wore, complemented by the platinum teardrop earrings I had gifted her.The first time we got married, I hadn't proposed, and the second time, despite my sincere words, she took them skeptically. Now, I'm confident that every word I express in front of this crowd will be wholeheartedly embraced by her, as we embark on this third and final marriage rooted in genuine love. I couldn't be happier.Feeling a sense of commitment, I couldn't leave what I'd begun unfinished. Her gaze, as if I were her entire world, fueled my determination and fostering hope that she would agree. Her expressive look conveyed a shared desire; she wouldn't regard me this way if she didn't want it too."For as long as I can recall, Rosalie, you've been the only consistent presen
Rosalie A month later Today, November fifth, the day I gave birth to my children, would have been special if I could remember anything. Unfortunately, I don't recall anything about it. Ronald had planned a big party for our children, who were turning six years old. All their schoolmates, along with some kids from the charity foundation co-founded by Adrien and his father, were invited. With more kids than adults, one can easily imagine how loud the party would become. Children were running and screaming with excitement everywhere I turned. Adrien's backyard had been turned into a mini amusement park for their entertainment, and they appeared to be enjoying themselves to the fullest. Initially, I was unfamiliar with Alissa Dawson, but Adrien informed me that he'd invited her and her kids to celebrate with us. Notably, she had triplets also celebrating their birthday today, so I thought it was fitting. Later, Kevin revealed that Alissa, a police officer in Cardenia and one of my fr
Adrien Rosalie and I initially began as friends with benefits, but over the following months, our connection transformed into a deeper bond, leading us to start dating. Despite the initial strangeness of seeing her as my girlfriend after years of being my wife, I was grateful for the second chance she gave me to make amends for my past actions. A few weeks into our relationship, I validated my dad's suspicions, confirming it both in a personal conversation and during an interview with Urban Pulse. Despite the unfavorable reception from many, we remained indifferent, knowing that people were uninformed about our situation. I even issued warnings of legal action against anyone spreading slander about Rosalie, which effectively put an end to the online hate speeches. Rosalie became the assistant to the head of the PR department in my company, which significantly eased our relationship. However, the only drawback was the frequent and extended business trips I had to undertake. At tim
Rosalie "You're smiling an awful lot." Kevin observed, narrowing his eyes at me. "Did something happen with Adrien Vasanten?" "Like what?" I feigned ignorance. "I don't know, you tell me." He chuckled. "You have this dazed look in your eyes like you can't believe how awesome he is. Let me tell you that women only look at men like that after an amazing time in bed with them." He stated. "And you know this because it's the same way Zara looks at you?" I joked, chuckling. "Maybe." He muttered. "Don't change the subject. Tell me something new; are you back together with your ex?" "I don't know." I sighed deeply. "I asked him for forgiveness, he told me there was nothing to forgive because it's what one does when you're in love with someone; his words, not mine." I remarked. "He told me he loves me, I kissed him and one thing led to another." My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "You initiated the kiss?" Kevin looked shocked. "It was done on Impulse. I did it before I realized what
Adrien Despite knowing it was entirely wrong, I couldn't resist kissing her, and against my better judgment, I wrapped one arm around her waist, lifted her off her chair, and let her straddle my lap. I ripped my mouth from hers, my breath coming in heavy pants. She was just as breathless as she let her head fall back, giving me access to the sensitive skin at her neck as I explored it with my tongue. "Rose, we can't do this." I whispered in her ear as I nibbled at her earlobe, making her giggle. "Why not?" She asked. "I want this and you obviously do too." She let her hand trail down my chest seductively, past my belt buckle and let her fingers brush the front of my pants, making me jerk in surprise. "That is saying otherwise." "You were almost..." I paused, gritting my teeth. "I don't think it's wise." I stated. She drew nearer to me, pressing against me, her chest meeting mine. It dawned on me that she wasn't wearing a bra, and I silently groaned, pondering if she was aware of
Rosalie I was ashamed of myself for behaving like a fool. I was equally ashamed to face my ex-husband, unable to meet his judgmental gaze or endure his triumphant smile saying 'I told you so.' The signs were there last week when Adam treated me curtly and practically threw the documents I had reviewed for him in my face; I should have realized what was going on then. Initially, I believed he was just having a bad day, and his apology at the end of that day reinforced that notion. The following day, our lunch together seemed to erase the events of the previous day. He treated me fairly until today. Yesterday, after he dropped me home, he asked for assistance with a Monday presentation at the hotel, and I agreed. If only I had known it would unravel like this, I would have distanced myself from him. "I left a document in my bedroom. Can you please get it for me?" He asked. "I think it's on my nightstand." "Yes, sir," I said with a smile as I stood up and headed to his bedroom to r
Adrien "Where did you go this early?" Dad questioned as I walked into the house. "The kids were asking for you." "I went to see Rosalie." I mumbled. "Why?" Dad arched a brow. "I went to talk to her about her boss but she refused to believe me. She called me a liar, a manipulator and practically told me that if she were a magician, I would be the only person she'd erase from existence." I responded. Reflecting on our conversation, her words stung more than the slap, and I doubted I'd ever be able to erase them from my memory. It marked the instance when I felt Rosalie's unbridled hatred directed squarely at me. "She said that?" Dad was shocked. "And more." I said. "All I know is, I'm done." I dusted my hands. "I know you love her and you want her to be in this family, but I don't think I can do this. She's happier away from me and I don't want this version of her." "She probably didn't mean anything she said." Dad said in her defense. "She said and I quote; "I curse the day I