AdrienUpon arriving at the hospital, the only positive update I received from Rosalie's doctor was a significant reduction in the swelling in her brain, along with the removal of the device. Despite this, there remained no indication of her waking up anytime soon, and the conducted tests offered no encouragement, leaving me overwhelmed with a sense of hopelessness.Witnessing her in such a state devastated the kids, yet remarkably, not a single tear was shed. They reassured me that she would recover, and we'd become a happy family once more. I should have been the one offering reassurance and not the other way around, but I always knew my kids were wise beyond their years.After the nurse, who had come to attend to her, left, I settled into the chair beside her bed and gently held her free hand. As I gazed longingly at her face, I wondered if I would ever witness her beautiful hazel eyes, smiles, or hear her voice again, all while rubbing slow circles on the back of her hand."You ha
Yvette"I've had enough of Adrien's attitude!" I plopped down on the sofa in my best friend's apartment. "I can't stand it anymore." I seethed."What happened now?" Rochelle inquired, sighing. "I warned you not to go to the hospital.""I didn't know he'd be there." I mumbled. "I wanted to verify the truth for myself. Brandon told me Adrien clobbered him with a telephone when he lied to the triplets that their mother was dead. I went there to see if it was true.""If she was dead, we'd all know it, right?" Elle asked."I just... I just didn't imagine in a million years that I'd be the one vying for his attention, you know?" I muttered. "He'd always hated Rosalie and loved me, but now it's the other way around.""You don't have to continue with this, you know?" Elle queried. "You could have any man you want if you tried really hard. You're a gorgeous woman, Yvette. Don't sell yourself short because of Adrien Vasanten, he's not the only man in the world.""I'm aware of that." I huffed. "
Adrien Two weeks later Despite knowing I shouldn't indulge in excessive drinking, I found myself unable to resist reaching for the bottle in the VIP section of Eclipse Lounge. Alone in the private room meant for VIPs, I dismissed the ladies assigned to entertain me. Instead of seeking entertainment, I craved solace in alcohol, perhaps hoping for a blackout to escape my sorrows. Even after ordering my second bottle, I was far from achieving the level of inebriation I desired. My tolerance for alcohol had always been impressive, as I could outdo anyone when it came to drinking, often requiring more than an entire bottle of whiskey to render me completely intoxicated. However, this ability, once a point of pride, had become a source of dissatisfaction to me. This morning, Rosalie experienced a heart attack and flatlined, and regrettably, I wasn't there by her side, even though it had been barely seven am when I got the call from the hospital. By the time I got to the hospital in my d
Adrien Two days later "Adrien?" A familiar male voice filled with concern called my name. "Are you okay?" The voice inquired softly. My eyes fluttered open, greeted by a bright light, leaving me disoriented about my surroundings. I turned to find my father staring at me, sadness etched in his eyes, prompting a frown on my face. "Where am I?" I croaked, my throat parched. "Water," I rasped, seeking relief from my thirst. Dad brought a straw cup to my lips, and after I was done sipping from the straw, he placed it on the table. His appearance seemed aged, and concern creased his features, making me worried. "Are you okay, dad?" I asked, sensing something was amiss. "I should be asking you that. You scared the shit out of me," He rumbled. "I thought I'd lost you." Confusion furrowed my brows. "What do you mean?" I inquired as I glanced around the room. "Where am I?" "You're in the hospital," He replied solemnly. You were found unconscious behind the abandoned factory in Beac
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