"There's nothing deader than a dead love."
-Leona Helmsley-
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"Check out the link I sent you" the message was short and straight to the point. She opened it up and clicked on the link, it took her straight to a celebrity gossip page to an article about Raphael and Clara in Bora – Bora.
The headline was written as following;
"DESROCHES' HEIR SECRET LOVE!?"
Jovanna saw a picture of Raphael and Clara in the bikini. In the picture Raphael was pulling Clara close to him after she fed the stingray, the two had their skin touching each other. Jovanna furrowed her brow as read the news, it started with an explanation about the picture, then there were some speculations regarding her identity alongside a dramatized portrayal of their relationship. It's a public secret that the media would often exaggerate things in order to gain more clicks and views. Yet the picture appeared to be real, captured on the location with
"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight." -Oscar Wilde- *** The sound of ocean crashing in the evening radiated tranquility throughout the shore, accompanied by the different hues of red and purple painting the sky as the sun set down and the dusk arrived from its slumber, picturing the perfect atmosphere for a romantic date, even someone who previously had lacked romantic attitude knew not to waste the moment. That night was their last day in paradise before they had to return to reality, he wanted to create a lasting impression of their stay together for her, that was why he had arranged a perfect dinner for both of them, one which he was sure would greatly impress her. He held Clara's hand as they walked on a bridge which served as a pathway to a private open air restaurantdirectly facing the ocean. It was a different place than the one they had when they first arrived, this time the place was exclus
"Sometimes it feels so good to just sit by yourself, relax and not talk to anyone." -Kristen Butler- *** The world has always been such a busy place. Filled with so many chaos and conflicts. Amid the noise, one has to find way to create peace within themselves. Everyone had their own way to coping with the madness in everyday life, for Celine Desroches, it was through her self-care routine. Celine was a perfectionist, for her, the evening ritual was as sacred as her work. Having an entire gold and white themed master bathroom with marble decorations, an entire large bathtub that could fit two people, completed with water massage options and a large wine tray for the bathroom had come as an advantage to her. She ran the warm water down and poured the whole bottle of rose and lavender bubble bath liquid into the tub to give that relaxing yet romantic vibe to the water. As she liked to make sense of it. Previously, she had also
"Before facing your enemy, you must first face yourself." -Tite Kubo- *** Clara had been sitting in her desk for hours typing in a proposal for the company's next project. It was a completely different experience compared to what she was used to. Before she would spend hours painting with her right brain in maximum usage, but this time she allowed her left brain to play around a bit. She had been working with Corentin for a whole month and so far she had been enjoying herself, the only thing that felt strange to her was mostly sitting in front of a computer roughly eight hours a day, for some people it might not be that big of a deal but even before when she was still dealing with her family's business, she often incorporated manual methods which she had to admit, was far less effective than using a computer. Besides that though, everyone around her had treated her well, she had no idea if it was because she was a clo
"There are three things all wise man fears. The sea in storm, a night with no moon and the anger of a gentleman." -Patrick Rothfuss- *** He was furious that someone dared to try and lay a hand on his loved one. Raphael was not one to easily lose his temper but when it came down to Clara he could unleash the devil within who was not scared of hurting anyone for her. "Whatdo you think youare doing?" his deep voice sounded angry. Gisellehad no idea what it was about him, but she found herself scared of theman, of course she would not let it show through. At the same time, another sound offootsteps echoed in the air. Corentin arrived and found Raphael holding Giselle's hand mid-air, he knew right away what was going on. He hurriedly stood by Clara's side, checking her to make sure she was nothurt, and when he confirmed she was fine, he turned to Giselle. Corentin was equally asfurio
"Happiness is not in money, but in shopping." -Marilyn Monroe- *** It was Sunday morning at Raphael's penthouse. Clara was awakened by the sunlight radiating from the window. She stretched her muscle while tossing her body to the side, as her arms reached out to feel Raphael beside her but he was not there. She had permanently moved every night to his room to sleep with him. Most nights they did nothing at all but cuddling around each other, having light or deep conversations while watching a movie or resting without purpose. He had woken up half an hour earlier, thinking he did not want to wake her up since she had been exhausted from all the works she had been doing lately. Clara spent ten minutes after waking up contemplating on her life. And somehow, she did not know what she did to deserve such amazing life. Yes, there were some unpleasant incidents which had occurred in her life, but for the most part, she was h
"Madness is a kind of mental suicide." -Stephen King- *** Marcel has just returned back from work when he heard Giselle screaming inside the house. He was immediately alert as he pulled out the apartment key, slamming the door open, he ran hastily into the house and was shocked by what he saw. The living room looked like a war zone. It was beyond messy. No, it looked like someone had actually come and tried to destroy everything. A bunch of papers were misplaced everywhere. The dining room had looked like something out of an action movie after the enemy and the main hero played chase inside the house. Broken pieces of plates were scattered on the floor. Sharp, smaller pieces of glass could easily injure anyone who accidentally step on them. He could see stains of dirt and food scrap also scattered all across the floor. He tilted his head back and forth trying to process what was happening. Once again, he heard a loud
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances. If there is any reaction, both are transformed." -Carl Jung- *** "I have been expecting you" Renee stood before Clara who had just arrived in front of her mansion with a bright smile plastered on her face. That day she was seen wearing a soft white gown with a large bow on the back of her waist, even when she was inside the house, Renee always ensured that she was well dressed. Clara certainly could learn a thing or two from her. It was only a few hours earlier that Renee had called Clara to invite her to her place. Since it was weekend, none of them had any other plans and she thought it would be nice to have a company beside her brother. Clara seemed like a contrast to her, she was wearing a deep green sleeveless dress with a round beige sun hat. It was a rather sunny day, so she was also wearing a large shade. Once she saw Renee, she removed
"Time and memory are true artists, they remould reality neare to the heart's desire." -John Dewey- *** Time had passed by so fast, each year just seemed to go by faster and faster than the previous ones. For once there was peace in Clara's life. She felt like ever since she moved to Paris, things were a bit more complicated than they used to be, with Raphael and the lifestyle he had driven her into, quiet moments of solitude when she could just stay in her room while drinking a cup of warm chamomile tea felt like a blessing. Such serenity she had not felt in a long time, it almost made her lost track of reality. It was early December, the city had been painted with white hue of the snow. Some little children were seen playing outside and the shopping streets were filled with fashionista who needed to change up their looks. Winter had arrived in Paris and Christmas was making its way, the shops had been decorated with Christma