AdrienA month later"Prominent Businessman, Jared Linares, Faces Arrest Over Allegations of Drug and Human Trafficking, Tax Evasion, and Slush Fund Operations."Witnessing Jared being led away by the police from his million-dollar mansion on TV filled me with immense joy. I never believed this day would arrive, but the authorities had gathered sufficient evidence to apprehend him before he could escape the country. Regrettably, I still failed to get my hands on the footage of the incident that happened to me at his club, and the details were still eluding my memory.I shouldn't push myself to recall, as advised by the doctor, and it appears my brain shares that sentiment. Hence, the reason why my dreams about the incident at the nightclub are often incomplete. Yvette, surprisingly, went on vacation a week after I was discharged from the hospital and has not returned yet.While I don't necessarily wish for her return, I hope she forgets about me and moves on. Unfortunately, luck hasn
Yvette"Business Tycoon and Local Philanthropist, Adrien Vasanten, Honored with Prestigious State Award for Exceptional Charity Contributions." "In a heartwarming recognition of altruism, Adrien Vasanten, a dedicated supporter of various charity organizations, has been bestowed with a prestigious award by the governor of Willowdale. The accolade celebrates his unwavering commitment to community welfare and impactful contributions to numerous charitable causes.Adrien Vasanten, known for his tireless efforts in supporting local communities, has played a pivotal role in initiatives ranging from healthcare access to education and poverty alleviation. The governor of Willowdale has acknowledged his outstanding dedication and has presented him with the Humanitarian Hero Award, a distinguished honor reserved for those who demonstrate exceptional philanthropy.The award ceremony, held at Starlight Symphony Hall on the fifth of March, was attended by government officials, representatives fro
AdrienThis morning, I woke up filled with anger towards the world because of Rosalie, although I had no clue why I was in such a foul mood. I hoped she wouldn't experience the same fate as those who wake up years later from a coma, wishing for her to witness her children growing up first hand rather than hearing about their childhood later on.Yvette is solely responsible for Rosalie's condition, and I must hold her accountable for all her actions. She had no clue that I was aware of her presence in Aldovia, staying with her mother in their family home in Beacon Hill. Although her father had ventured abroad to attract investors for his struggling company, I doubted anyone would be foolish enough to invest in a business that was on the brink of bankruptcy.Despite the opportunity to invest in his company and restore it to its former glory, I cannot do so after everything he said about my father and Rosalie. Global Link Imports has already claimed the majority of his clients, and his
Adrien"Yvette, don't make light of such matters. How..." My voice trailed off as the shocking realization hit me like a freight train. "It was you? You were the one behind the kidnapping?" Even though I harbored suspicions regarding her involvement, the confirmation still shook me to the core."I didn't kidnap you, my love," She tutted, scolding me like an errant child. "You belong to me, and I merely took what was rightfully mine." She remarked, her laughter grating on my nerves."I swear I'm going to kill you," I asserted coldly, clenching my fist. "Run as far as you can, Yvette. Run very far.""No need for this level of distress, my love." She dismissed my feelings as if they were insignificant. "You once said you wanted me to be the mother of your children. Well, now that I'm pregnant with your baby, our wishes have come true." She stated, laughing gaily."You're demented if you think I'll accept that baby as mine, Yvette," I informed her sternly. "Terminate the pregnancy if you
Adrien"Did your father take the news well? He won't be the only one I'll tell my secret to if you refuse to acknowledge our baby, Adrien." Yvette sent me this message, following my argument with my father last night. Despite being tempted to lash out and tell her off, I resisted the urge, aware of how volatile she was. She interpreted my silence as indifference toward her and the baby, which, truthfully,was how I felt. Resorting to threats, she believed it would push me into action, but she was wrong. From the start, her intentions were focused on my father's wealth, hoping marriage to me would secure her the lavish lifestyle she believed she was entitled to. However, fate intervened by basically dropping Rosalie on my lap and disrupting Yvette's plans.Her desire to have it all likely fueled her anger, and my compliance with the marriage years ago only added to the difficulty she faced.My father gave me an ultimatum; I had a week to rectify the mess Yvette created or risk resigna
Yvette"How about we meet up for lunch today at your house to talk about the baby? I've had a few days to think it through and I have come to the conclusion that it's not right to punish the baby because he or she is innocent. I don't want to meet your parents, so make sure they're not around when I get there. Don't prepare anything, I'll bring lunch."I eagerly did my happy dance upon promptly responding to his text with a 'sure, no problem, and I can't wait to see you,' accompanied by a smiley emoji. Although I anticipated he would come around eventually, the swift response surprised me. While a part of me hesitated, thinking it might be a trap, the excited side couldn't care less.After taking a quick shower, I dressed in a blue halter top and an extremely short jeans skirt. I blow-dried my hair, leaving it as it was, applied my favorite lipstick, slipped into short heels, and then left my room. Inquiring about my mother's location from a maid, I made my way to the garden."Mother,
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
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