She had been the happiest woman in the world with a perfect marriage and two children. Unexpectedly, an explosion killed her beloved husband. She swore revenge and made the killer pay the price, but... she didn't expect her husband to be reborn and come back.
View MoreHe lightly touched Rosalie’s face, and although she knew he felt guilty for what he had said, she had perfectly understood his feeling. Her fingers glided gently through her skin, tracing the outline of her cheeks, as if to erase all the words spoken under the weight of despair. Their looks met, revealing a deep and unbreakable connection forged in the trials they have faced together over the years.Rosalie, in turn, relived in her mind the moments when she felt alone and powerless, when Duncan walked away. Although she was a devoted mother, with children who depended on her, these moments of solitude had made her feel an inner weakness, a sense of emptiness that seemed to have no purpose. She had fought with determination, but could not deny the emotional scars that those separations had left.The woman looked at him for a few more seconds, her eyes reflecting a mixture of feelings. The words were about to flow from her lips, laden with meaning and forgiveness, when she finally said,
At that terrible moment, Duncan experienced a mind-blowing pain, an agony that seemed to transcend the limits of human understanding itself. The brutal impact against the wall was like an avalanche of suffering, a devastating force that stole his breath instantly. Even as his lungs struggled for air, his breath was denied, drowning him in a distressing silence.Yet amid the raging sea of overwhelming sensations, his only lingering thought was the distressing emptiness of his hands. In his mind, he relived the moment when he desperately tried to lift them towards Rose, a desperate attempt to protect her, to take part in the impact of the impending explosion and the dangerously approaching wall. But fate, capricious and ruthless, threw him towards the wall in a split second, separating him from the woman he loved. While his blurred vision and the world revolved around him, the only image left was that of his now empty and powerless hands.The reality that surrounded him was a nightmare
He could perceive in Rosalie’s gaze a mixture of emotions, including trauma and regret, and understood that the emotional scars of what had happened were deep. However, he did not allow himself to feel regret for his choices, for they had led them to that crucial moment in their lives.He watched closely as Rosalie averted her gaze to her own hands, as if to avoid facing him directly. It was in this gesture that he recognized a sign that she was dealing with internal issues, issues that had arisen since he had made decisions he had never imagined making.There was a darkness that had seeped into his soul, something he had faced along a tortuous journey full of dangers. He felt like someone sailing in a black sea, fighting terrifying and monstrous creatures, and now he understood that, in a way, he had become one of them. The choices he had made had taken their toll, and he could not turn back.When the woman looked at her own hands, he knew that Rosalie was avoiding facing him. She di
Rosalie saw everything around her happen so slowly that for a moment she believed she was the one getting shot. The scene unfolded before his eyes like a slow motion movie, and the feeling of imminent farewell hovered in the air.It was her from that world, and all she could think of was that it was just that her last vision was the face of the man she loved so hard. His heart seemed frozen in his chest as he faced what seemed to be the imminent end. She only regretted not being able to see the faces of the children one last time, but in those circumstances, it was a gift that they were not there, sparing them this scene of violence and danger.Then she fell back, her body being pulled by Louie, and they both hit hard against the cold, hard ground. The pain of his impact was like a shock to his body, but the adrenaline still pumped hard into his veins.Rosalie still felt Louie’s hands on her, her presence dominating her field of vision, and only when she heard Duncan’s voice did she r
Duncan’s gaze was red, and his body was filled with adrenaline when the man’s inert body fell noisily to the ground, flooding him with deep relief. Finally, the man who had orchestrated his death was now lifeless, his nefarious plan completely frustrated. However, this bitter victory was obscured by the anguish he felt over the uncertainty of Rosalie’s whereabouts.The news that she was no longer present at Victor’s house tore him apart, but Duncan was unwilling to surrender to hopelessness. The distant sound of gunfire echoed once again from the ground floor, indicating that the men loyal to Victor still resisted, as persistent obstacles in their path. Determined to rescue his beloved, he turned and went out into the corridor, accompanied by his loyal companions. Duncan kept his weapon firmly in hand, ready to face any obstacle in his path.When they reached the middle of the corridor, they were surprised by men loyal to Victor, and chaos broke out again, with shots being exchanged f
Rosalie was dragged with brutality to a room that looked more like a prison, where a constant coming and going of women came and went, as if they were participating in a sinister ritual. The environment, although spacious, conveyed a sense of oppression. The light walls, although beautiful, seemed to close on it, making the space even more claustrophobic. In the center of the room, a majestic canopy bed dominated the scene, and a large, luxurious mirror, reflecting the agony in Rosalie’s eyes, adorned one of the walls.In the corner of the room, strategically positioned as a sinister trophy, was a long wedding dress, a masterpiece of pure silk. The bust of the dress was precisely carved, a straight cut that unfolded elegantly in a long tail, which flowed like a river of satin.Rosalie needed no explanation to understand what was happening to her at that distressing time. While one of the women, with agile and ruthless hands, pulled her hair in attempts to create a hairstyle worthy of
Victor stared at his wife with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. The last time I saw her, she was trapped, inert in a bed, unable to offer any resistance. Now, here she was, standing, determined to escape her grasp. Victor stood in front of a small table, pouring himself a glass of wine, when the woman surprised him by entering his room unceremoniously.With tranquility, he continued to pour the red liquid into his glass, lifted it to his lips and drank, enjoying the sensation of the wine sliding down his throat.— I can’t say I’m surprised to see you here. Louie is notoriously incompetent when it comes to you - Victor uttered with a touch of cynicism. Rosalie, in turn, remained haughty, not yielding to the pressure that the situation imposed.— What is the purpose behind your kidnapping? After all, what use can I have for you now? Duncan will chase you to the ends of the earth to rescue me.A mocking smile danced on Victor’s lips.— Your suggestion is that I give it to him, so that
When the plane finally landed, Rosalie felt the weight of uncertainty on her shoulders. He was now in a foreign country, far from his homeland, and was unsure if Duncan had been able to track the plane’s path. The sense of helplessness consumed her, and she wondered what Victor planned for her destiny.Louie, the dark accomplice who had dragged her into this nightmare, held her by the arm, a continual reminder of the violence hanging over her. The image of the shot echoing in the aircraft and the woman falling inertly remained vivid in his mind. That woman had paid the ultimate price for being connected to Rosalie, and that responsibility weighed on her shoulders.With a glimmer of hope, Rosalie looked at the landing site, considering the possibility of sending a distress signal to anyone who could help her. However, before she could even formulate a strategy, Victor stood before her, holding her by the chin with a force that made her face him.His gaze was icy, and his words were a t
Duncan looked at his son with a mixture of gratitude and determination, lessening the distance that separated them. Bastien responded to his father’s gesture with a warm embrace, conveying support and confidence.- I will bring her back - Duncan said in a firm voice, his promise echoing with determination.Bastien, before releasing him, whispered in an emotional voice:- Come back to us too.Duncan nodded, understanding the importance of this mutual promise, and walked down the corridor outwards. His car was waiting, and at that moment, he dismissed his driver. He wanted to drive to the airport, feel the steering wheel in his hands as he made his way towards Tokyo.Duncan’s men were ready, in other cars just behind him, prepared to follow him on his rescue mission. He felt the engine gently purr to life and, with a twist in the ignition, left with determination.Duncan had anticipated the situation and had already booked a flight to Tokyo. His heart pounded with anxiety as he headed t
France LilleJanuary 1986Rosalie Corse sighed and looked at the positive pregnancy test on her shaky hands.What should she do now? Pregnant at seventeen...She took a deep breath as her hands sweated as she put the test in her pocket, then returned to the front desk of the convenience store where she worked.The moment he returned behind the cashier, the door bell resonated with the entrance of a group of young people.She swallowed when she saw Duncan Valois.When his looks met he smiled immediately.The other boys took their beers and paid.Rosalie avoided Duncan’s gaze all the time, keeping her gaze low and pretending to be busy organizing shelves.When he heard the bell again at the door he breathed relieved, however, the relief was short-lived." Why are you avoiding me, Rosalie?"His deep voice made her knock down some cleaning items, before he reached them on the floor he bent down right next to her and handed her over.Rosalie found herself hostage to her inquisitive green g...
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