Adrien"I've done it, Dad," I informed him over the phone as I left the hospital. "I took care of it as promised.""Are you absolutely certain?" Dad demanded. "Did they do an ultrasound?""Yes, sir, I was there the whole time." I replied. "It worked better than I expected; she won't be getting pregnant for any other man in the future.""That's my boy," Dad chuckled. "That's the least she deserves for hurting you and Rosalie," He remarked. "Are you on your way home?""I'm going to pick up the kids from school first and then go visit Mom. They've been requesting to see her," I responded."It's been a year since I saw her," Dad sighed. "I'll meet you there." He said."Okay, see you soon," I said and hung up. Just as I opened the door and settled behind the wheel, my phone rang with an incoming call from the office. Shutting the door and fastening my seatbelt, I placed my phone in the docking station, connected it to my car's Bluetooth system, and finally accepted the call after it rang
The next day "Gold Myne Corporation Adjusts Workforce for Strategic Changes: Questions Arise about Downsizing or Financial Challenges.""Gold Myne Corporation recently disclosed plans for workforce adjustments as part of a strategic realignment to meet evolving market demands. The announcement has raised questions about whether this move signifies proactive downsizing or is indicative of underlying financial challenges.In an official statement, Gold Myne Corporation's leadership clarified that these adjustments are not driven by financial difficulties. Instead, they are a strategic measure aimed at aligning the company with current market dynamics and fostering long-term growth. While specific details about the extent of the adjustments were not provided, the company emphasized its commitment to supporting affected employees with comprehensive transition support, including severance packages and retraining opportunities.Industry observers are debating the motivation behind Gold My
Tragic Turn of Events: Gerard Truscott Loses Life in Confrontation with Best Friend's Son, Adrien Vasanten. "In a heart-wrenching turn of events, Gerard Truscott met a tragic fate as he lost his life in a confrontation with Adrien Vasanten, the son of his closest friend. The incident unfolded unexpectedly, leaving the community in shock and sorrow. Sources reveal that the confrontation occurred at Vasanten's company, where tension escalated between the millionaire and his best friend's son. The reasons behind the altercation remain unclear, and authorities are actively investigating the circumstances leading up to the fatal outcome. Adrien Vasanten, who recently had his brother arrested for embezzlement and now at the center of this devastating event, has been taken into custody as law enforcement try to piece together the details of the confrontation. The close connection between Truscott and Vasanten, with Adrien as his son in law, adds a layer of complexity to this already tra
Adrien Groggily, I extended my hand towards the buzzing phone on the nightstand, curious about the caller interrupting my peaceful sleep. The previous night, I had been awake for most of it, comforting Maya after her forgotten nightmare. Her siblings, seemingly connected by telepathy, joined us in her room, prompting me to invite them to my bedroom, due to the bigger space on my bed, where we all eventually drifted off while watching an animated film. Answering the call, I carefully rose from bed to avoid waking up my kids, crossed the room to the French doors leading to the balcony, opened them, stepped outside, and closed the door. "Hey, dad. What's up?" I greeted, hoarsely, rubbing my eyes. "There's a problem, son," Dad's voice trembled with anxiety, sending a wave of dread through me. "What's wrong, dad? Are you okay? Are you sick?" I questioned, anxious. "No, it's not me. It's your brother," Dad replied. Slightly relieved that I wouldn't have to fly to Mexico, I inqui
Adrien Directly heading to Rosalie's hospital room after arriving in the hospital, I found a nurse monitoring her vitals. "How's she?" I inquired. "Still the same, sir," The nurse replied. "Fortunately, Dr. Simmons intervened before she could carry out her mission and called security." My tone hardened, "Where's she?" "In Dr. Simmons's office. The police are waiting for you." The nurse disclosed. I growled, "Thank you," and left the room. Accompanied by Martinez and Santiago to the hospital to protect Rosalie, I instructed them not to allow anyone in unless it was her doctor before heading to Dr. Simmons's office. There, the nurse sat in front of the table, hands bound in front of her in handcuffs, her hair veiling her face. Taking the chair beside her, I settled down, crossing one leg over the other. She, being about five years younger than me, had her entire life ahead of her, yet she opted to shorten it by involving herself with the wrong person. I saw myself as a gene
Brandon Although this wasn't the first time I was hearing about Yelena's demise, it still surprised me. It was difficult to believe that my seemingly faultless brother - the one who my father worshiped - had taken the life of a good woman. Yelena had her flaws, yet she had been a wonderful mother to Yvette and a talented actress. Within a short period of time, she accumulated more than two million followers on social media. It's regrettable that her fans won't see her on screen anymore, and Yvette is left without her mother. Yvette cried profusely upon hearing the news, venting her emotions by destroying everything within reach. The situation worsened with the revelation of her arrest for orchestrating Rosalie's accident and attempting to murder her by hiring a nurse working in the hospital where Rosalie is admitted. We had become fugitives, avoiding venturing out in daylight to evade capture and arrest. I was convinced my brother intended to ensure we spend the rest of our lives i
BrandonYearning for a run, I arose early and left the house, seeking to clear my head by venturing out. Amidst various contemplations, my foremost concern was unraveling the path that led my life to its current state. Despite being the second son of the nation's wealthiest individual, my existence turned out differently from my brother's after our mother's demise.After her demise, she, the adhesive binding us men, was no longer present, and we drifted apart. I veered into the company of the wrong crowd in high school, engaging in drugs, promiscuity, and various activities that would not have made my mother proud.I didn't consider how she would feel about my actions, and I persisted in that lifestyle. While my father and brother remained indifferent, although Adrien attempted to guide me, I consistently dismissed his efforts until he eventually conceded, leaving me to my fate; at that point, I saw no reason to care either.Reflecting on the past, I had craved my father's attention,
Adrien Two weeks have passed since Yvette vowed to retaliate for her mother's death. While I didn't dismiss her empty threats, I also didn't ignore them. Concerned, I increased security at the hospital for Rosalie, unsure if Yvette would return to finally carry out her revenge or not, and unwilling to take any chances. Despite my efforts to persuade my dad to stay in Italy, he grew weary of the country and opted to return to Aldovia to be with his grandchildren. He maintained a strong belief that Brandon wouldn't harm him, even as I reminded him of the past threat involving a gun. Disregarding my concerns, he brushed them off, and I reluctantly let the matter go. The sound of a knock on my office door interrupted my thoughts, prompting me to turn away from the window and invite the person in, and the door swung open, revealing Emerson. "Ah, Emerson, any news?" I questioned. "Still the same, sir." He replied. "They're still in the country." "I see." I nodded. "I wonder what they
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