THIS IS IT!! HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE!! THANK YOU A LOT FOR READING THIS BOOK!! this helped me a lot since i am still mourning and recovering over my loss. this has become my therapy, my escape from reality, and you guys were there to witness it! i would like to take this chance to thank each one of you for being patient and understanding. even though my loved one is no longer here to celebrate the new year with me, i am still have that i get to know you guys. active/silent readers, you all are very much appreciated! always keep safe, stay humble, spread kindness, and always to choose and ove yourself before anything or anyone! thank you so much... words cant even describe how grateful i am to u guys. you made my whole year a wonderful year!! lovelots...
KHEIN`S POVI found myself standing there, fixated on the disappearing glow of Rosey's car. She just left with her siblings before the ball could even end. It's like my whole world was crumbling with each passing moment, and my fist involuntarily clenched as if trying to hold onto the fragments. The night air was heavy with the sting of regret, and the ache in my chest was almost too much to bear.Rosey's departure felt like a brutal twist of fate, and the emptiness she left behind seemed vast and insurmountable. Each heartbeat echoed the painful rhythm of her exit. The vulnerability in that moment was palpable, and the gravity of the situation held me in its grip."Isn't it something to watch her drive away like that?" Amanda remarked, her tone a mix of playfulness and sarcasm.Unable to bear the mocking any longer, I shot her a glare and gruffly told her to back off. Yet, Amanda's laughter persisted, seemingly impervious to the gravity of the situation. Her amusement heightened the
Chapter 116In the quiet night, with only the soft hum of the air conditioner in the background, Rosette found herself restless. The unfamiliar surroundings and recent events had kept sleep at bay. She decided to take a walk on the balcony, where a gentle breeze swept through the curtains.Looking up at the night sky, she contemplated her feelings. The door creaked open, and Khein joined her. His eyes resembled the stars—deep, mysterious, holding untold stories.In the quiet night, they stood together, surrounded by the vast sky connecting their unspoken thoughts. In the dim light, their connection felt tangible, like invisible threads tying each star in the cosmic tapestry.As she gazed at the stars, Khein's presence comforted her. His eyes revealed a depth echoing the vastness above, sharing untold stories. It was a moment where words weren't necessary, and the language of the night embraced them in shared understanding."Trouble sleeping?" he asked, his voice a comforting melody in
This is a free chapter for you guys! Thanks for suporting this book! A few more chpaters and we'll finally say good bye to Khein and Rosey... CHAPTER 117 It happened so quick before they knew it. Up until now, it was hard for Rosette to process how they end up that way. She never imagine this day would come. After what happened to them in the past, she was hopeless. It was like a dream that is impossible to achieve. Yet here she is, with the man she truly loves. “Huh…” she whispered. Staring at the engagement ring gracing her finger, memories of the one he had given her five years ago flooded her mind. There was a time when they were engaged, caught up in a promise of forever. However, life took an unexpected turn, leading them down separate paths that stretched into what felt like an eternity. Circumstances, like the hands of fate, intervened, whispering that the time wasn't right back then. Neither of them was ready to shoulder the weight of such a commitment. Rosette, haunted
His brows furrowed as he glanced at her briefly, then gently scooped her into his arms, carefully laying her down on their bed. He hurried off to get a glass of water.As Rosette sipped the water, she felt a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. Khein's concern had an intensity that surprised her, making her realize the depth of his worry. She couldn't help but chuckle at his stern expression.His fingers continued to run through his hair, a clear sign of the residual tension. "Don't do that again. You scared me," he reiterated, his voice a blend of relief and a touch of scolding.She couldn't resist teasing him a bit. "Kinda overreacting, ain't I?" Her sheepish grin contrasted with his still-concerned demeanor.He sighed, sitting down beside her. "I just want you to be okay. I put effort into cooking, and seeing your reaction... well, it got to me."She reached out, playfully nudging him. "I appreciate the effort, really. Maybe just stick to the usual recipes next time?"Khein's in
Chapter 119Nervously tapping her finger on her lap, Rosette was biting her lips. She did it gently though because Khein’s keening eyes were watching her.They were already back in the city, to the city’s hospital specifically to have a check-up. Although she knew she might be pregnant, but it still made her nervous for some reason to be able to hear the result from the doctor itself.On the other hand, Rosette felt like Khein was unfazed. He looked calm, as if it doesn’t bother him at all. He was just looking at the door where the doctor exited a while ago, waiting for him to come back with result. Her phone vibrated, signaling the return of the network, and with it, her connection to the world. Glancing at the caller ID, she saw her younger brother's name flashing on the screen. With a mix of curiosity and nervous anticipation, she answered the call, bringing the phone to her ear."Yes?" she greeted softly, momentarily forgetting her nerves."Rose," Xieb's voice came through, deepe
Chapter 120The dinner eventually arrived, and Rosette and Khein prepared themselves for the news they were about to share. Rosette was bubbling with excitement, eager to reveal the joyous announcement. She felt more than ready to embrace motherhood, knowing that this time it would be a different and fulfilling experience. The scars from her past loss were still there, but they didn't paralyze her with fear. Instead, she faced the future with hope and gratitude for this newfound blessing.As she adorned herself with makeup, Khein couldn't help but express his admiration. "You look so beautiful, baby," he commented, watching her with affection.She rolled her eyes playfully and chuckled. "I always am, but thanks."His smirk only widened, and the exchange carried a lightness that reflected the love and joy they shared. In this moment of anticipation, Rosette's heart swelled with a mix of emotions—happiness, gratitude, and a touch of lingering apprehension. However, the positive anticipat
Chapter 121“Hi,” Rosette said, engulfing her younger brother, Xieb, in a warm hug as they arrived at his restaurant.“You’ve gotten quite thick, huh? You must be well-fed these days,” he teased, earning an eye roll from Rosette.“Of course. Duh.” She glanced back, noticing Khein observing them as they exchanged greetings. A smile played on her lips as she took a step back and wrapped her arms around Khein. “Babe, don’t just stand there. Introduce yourself to my brother.”Khein responded with a small smile and extended his arm for a handshake. “I’m Khein Bianchi, Rosey’s boyfriend. I suppose you are her younger brother, yes? Xieb Ivanov if I am not mistaken.”Xieb's gaze shifted to Khein, offering a tight smile. “Yeah. Nice meeting you.”The two men stared into each other’s eyes with a seemingly silent sparrow. Despite his initial reservations about men around his sisters, Xieb recognized the genuine affection between his sister and Khein. While a protective instinct lingered in the ba
Emma left the room to give us some space and privacy. I clenched my fist as the tension between us thicken. I didn’t expect him to be back all of a sudden. Perhaps, it is a good thing as well."I don't want to stay here anymore," I declared with a steely gaze, my determination to leave this house firm in my mind. The sense of betrayal had eroded my trust in everyone around me, leaving me with a deep-seated desire to escape. "I will leave this house," I added, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions within.His eyes sharpened, and the tension in the room heightened as he gritted his teeth. My heart raced, but I maintained a composed exterior, unwilling to let him perceive any vulnerability. "Leave, you say? Ophelia, this is our house," he retorted after a brief pause, his voice laced with controlled intensity as if he were suppressing an inner turmoil. "You cannot leave."“Why not?” I hissed, my gaze narrowing into slits as I gritted my teeth. “Why can’t I leave?”“Because I don’
Emma left the room to give us some space and privacy. I clenched my fist as the tension between us thicken. I didn’t expect him to be back all of a sudden. Perhaps, it is a good thing as well."I don't want to stay here anymore," I declared with a steely gaze, my determination to leave this house firm in my mind. The sense of betrayal had eroded my trust in everyone around me, leaving me with a deep-seated desire to escape. "I will leave this house," I added, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions within.His eyes sharpened, and the tension in the room heightened as he gritted his teeth. My heart raced, but I maintained a composed exterior, unwilling to let him perceive any vulnerability. "Leave, you say? Ophelia, this is our house," he retorted after a brief pause, his voice laced with controlled intensity as if he were suppressing an inner turmoil. "You cannot leave."“Why not?” I hissed, my gaze narrowing into slits as I gritted my teeth. “Why can’t I leave?”“Because I don’
I've already made up my mind. I'll leave this place. I don't think there was a reason to stay. They were all lying to me, blatantly telling me lies that were obvious. They were deceiving me.Staying became increasingly challenging, especially since my husband, the supposed anchor for my presence here, was consistently absent. Despite their claims of my marriage, their inability to provide any evidence, not even a picture from my own wedding, added to my growing sense of disillusionment.I hung around for a while, hopeful that they'd eventually come clean. Unfortunately, that never happened – not even a bit.It became disheartening and hard to trust anyone.Disappointment settled in, directed at every individual under this roof.Leaving now feels not just necessary but also freeing. Staying doesn't do anything for me anymore. The lies have unraveled, showing a truth that lines up with what I've been feeling.I waited until everyone in the mansion was sound asleep before putting my esca
“Ma’am, your husband has already left,” Emma said, her tone cautious as she addressed me. These days, I wasn't in the best of moods, not because of any lingering sickness, but due to the nagging feeling that something was being kept from me. “He has left for work, and he’ll probably be back a week from now or so.” I nodded silently, then took a sip of the tea she had prepared for me. The revelation that my husband had left bothered me, but I chose not to show it. Why should I care or worry? After all, he didn’t even come to bid farewell himself, so why should I react as if I were genuinely disappointed. “Tell me, Emma,” I uttered, my tone seeking answers. “What were we like as a married couple before I lost my memories?” Caught off guard, Emma hesitated, her usually composed demeanor faltering for a moment. I closed my eyes briefly, taking a deep breath to steady myself before opening them again to face her. “I-I really didn’t know much, ma’am," she admitted, her words coming out
I was back to square one. My husband appeared to be keeping something from me, and I couldn't shake that feeling.When I inquired if he was worried, he didn't respond. Instead, he abruptly left the room, seemingly ignoring my question completely. I felt bewildered and offended. Is he truly my husband? Why isn't he behaving like one?Following that incident, he didn't visit or contact me to check on my well-being. I felt disappointed.But then again, it couldn't be helped.Days passed, and the absence of my husband weighed on me. The unanswered questions and the growing void in our interactions left me grappling with a sense of isolation. I yearned for some connection, for reassurance, but he remained elusive."He hasn't visited or even checked on me. Is this how a husband should act?" I questioned, my voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and sadness.Emma, always composed, offered a reassuring smile. "People cope with difficult situations in different ways, Miss Ophelia. Perhaps
I took a deep breath as I followed him into his office. The man, who claimed to be my husband, seated himself at the desk with casual ease. I stood there, feeling like a fool, waiting for his next command. His expression soured when he saw me hesitating. "What are you doing?" he demanded, his jaws clenching in annoyance. I blinked, my mind still trying to process the overwhelming information he had just laid upon me. I was shocked and utterly disoriented, unable to pull myself together and act with a rational mind. I felt like a leaf, caught in the unpredictable currents of this surreal situation. "What?" he snapped. "Come here." I slowly and reluctantly walked over to his side, my thoughts still swirling with the revelations. When I was close enough, my husband extended his arms towards me. I hesitated, glancing at his outstretched arm. "I won't hurt you, okay? So come here now," he said, annoyance evident in his voice. Biting my lower lip, cheeks burning with embarrassment, I g
Staring into his stunning blue eyes, which revealed no emotion, I couldn't help but notice his tall, masculine figure—undeniably handsome and attractive. Despite his physical perfection, I hesitated to accept him as my husband. In my dreams, the man who claimed that role held me with warmth and tenderness, his gaze filled with affection. The contrast between those dreams and the current reality was stark.The man in front of me felt distant, his demeanor cold and uninviting. An invisible barrier seemed to separate us, making it hard for me to connect the dream figure with the person standing before me. The discrepancy between the dream's warmth and the real-world chill heightened my confusion and left me questioning the authenticity of this man's claim to be my husband.I must have stood there like an idiot for what felt like an eternity. My gaze was fixed on him, my lips parting and closing like a gaping fish. Describing my state as surprised would be a severe understatement—I was ut
It felt as though the world had turned upside down, my head throbbing painfully as I attempted to recall the events that transpired during my time in a coma. The last tangible memory I could grasp was being in... a dark room.And beyond that point, my recollections became an impenetrable fog, leaving me grappling with the disorienting void that stretched between the past and my current state of consciousness.I gazed at the coffee cradled in my hands, its warmth and the sweet aroma wafting up, stirring a nostalgic feeling within me. Yet, my mind struggled to unravel the threads of memory, unable to pinpoint when or where I had last experienced this sensation. Was this scenario familiar, or was it a moment my consciousness had yet to encounter?“It’s time for your medicine now, ma’am,” Emma said as she handed me the pills that I have been taking for a month. Yes, it has been a month, and up until now I was still pondering what really happened, who am I, and where the hell I am. The onl
I jolted awake, gasping for breath, my eyes fluttering open to the harsh reality of my bedroom. Sweat trickled down from my forehead, soaking through the sheets as I grappled with the remnants of a haunting dream—a nightmare that lingered in my waking mind. As I lay there, heart racing and senses on high alert, I couldn't shake off the lingering unease that the dream left in its wake. The echo of a distant scream, the shadows that danced malevolently in the corners of my mind—everything felt vivid and disconcerting. I took a deep breath, attempting to shake off the remnants of the nightmare. Yet, the tendrils of fear still clung stubbornly, leaving me with an unsettling awareness that the boundary between dreams and reality was thinner than I had ever imagined. "Good morning," a voice suddenly exclaimed, prompting me to turn my gaze towards its source. There stood a woman in her mid-twenties, adorned in what appeared to be a maid's uniform. A tray laden with breakfast delicacies res