Although the woman was alone with him, she did not flinch.Instead, she approached him.Looking into his eyes he said:" I don’t fear snakes, I disgust them."She saw in his gaze for a few seconds the anger glow, and knew he was about to explode.Rosalie stepped back a few steps and saw Louie knock down a mini-statue arranged a few inches from him.The woman did not tremble at the shock of the object being broken when touching the floor.Louie liked to intimidate her.The man walked towards him and seemed to come out of his impassive pose, his voice completely changing." Why do you want this life? You were never interested in business when my brother was alive, so I ask again, why?"Her voice was low, and her eyes demanded an answer, instead of giving her an answer, she asked her another question." Why? " He looked at her and frowned, his gaze was confused. "Why do you want everything that was his?"He sighed, and she saw his gaze harden further, then fell on her lips and she stepp
Louie was struck by those words, which he thought foolish and cruel.He shortened the distance between the two, and spoke the following words:" You are on a dangerous path, and you will fail without me."" Just go away, and watch me win."Louie withdrew from her office and Rosalie sat in her presidency chair.Seconds after being left alone she had a crying fit that lasted a few minutes.Rosalie looked at Duncan’s portrait on the wall, and realized she needed to be strong.The woman began working to find a way to leverage the company’s parts sales by talking on the phone with several companies hoping to get support, but was unsuccessful.Hours later her secretary knocked on the door and Rosalie let her in." I didn’t want to interrupt, but a motoboy left this letter here, addressed to you."Rosalie waved for her to approach, and Eleanor left the letter in her hands and withdrew:The woman looked at the letter and saw that there was no name of the sender, only for whom it was intended.
Rosalie walked into the board meeting room.When she entered, she saw all the pairs of eyes fixed on her, and on the clothes she wore.She wore a long dark red dress, and her hair was loose falling like waves on her back.Louie was the first to speak, even before her." I thought you called us here for a council meeting, Mrs. Valois."Rosalie looked at him, her blue eyes as cold and cunning as ever, yet she was not intimidated by it." I am here to inform you that this evening I am implementing my plan to bring new contracts with car brands, I am going to Margot Bressan’s party."The directors looked at each other and she knew what everyone was thinking, however, she would make them understand that it made sense.Before he did, however, Louie got up and started talking." Is your plan to get us out of the crisis going to expensive parties? Is that your plan?"Then he laughed mockingly and turned to the directors:" This is exactly why a woman should not be in the chair of a company as
Rosalie parked in front of Margot Bressan’s luxurious building, handed the keys to the valet, and entered the lobby.It was huge, with columns of cream color, a huge chandelier with luxurious crystals, furniture of warm colors. A red carpet of the highest fashion. And there were dozens of other people coming in, all in luxurious clothes, there was a lot of gold shining in the lobby.She went to the large open doors leading to the hall, there were two security guards on each side, and her name was confirmed on the list.Rosalie took a deep breath and entered the room.The lights were a dazzling navy blue, with a chandelier covered in what looked like diamonds...There were reserved spaces with luxurious, black armchairs. They were complemented with steel tables with leather, there were some expensive ornaments above them. A sort of tiny statues of Margot Bressan. It was her birthday party after all. Her father was a great CEO of the Hollywood industry. Rosalie soon realized that there w
A few days later.Rosalie heard the CFO report.According to him, the Empire Group was starting to stabilize, their customers were all getting more and more satisfied with their products.Rosalie thanked him for the report, and turned on her computer.He read your e-mails and saw the news related to the Empire Group."The Empire Group’s best-selling auto parts group returns to the top, even though they suffered an internal crisis after the suspicious death of their former CEO..."The news continued, however, she did not want to continue reading.After reading other news, Rosalie went to the meeting with shareholders and some directors.She walked in her expensive heels down the hall, until she reached the elevator.When the woman entered the meeting room, she was still empty.Half an hour early.Rosalie ran her fingers through the long mahogany table, and sighed.That was his first meeting with good results.As she sighed and thought about it, a man watched her from the outside, and R
Rosalie was paralyzed, looking at the unknown man.Slowly he came out of the shadows of the tree, and looked her in the eyes.He was tall, with a slightly square face, thick eyebrows, aquiline nose and his eyes were a deep green hue, and his hair coppery.The man had broad shoulders, and large hands, she noticed. For a moment she feared being there so close to him and alone, mainly because of the intense and strange way the man looked at her.She found herself caught in that intense gaze, and not trapped as she was with Duncan, but trapped as if trapped.Nobody looked at her that hot.She finally found her voice and asked him:" Who are you and what are you doing here?"The man approached, and when he took a few steps towards her Rosalie involuntarily found herself backing away.The man raised his hands, in a clear sign that he meant no harm." You have nothing to fear from me, Mrs Valois."His voice was deep, however, his speech was smooth and his eyes calm.But how did he know his n
Rosalie let the phone go down.Her hands trembled as she visualized a deliberate accident against Detective Lohan.She had to sit down, unable to say a word as she closed her fists, feeling her heart racing. That was the work of someone guilty, and now she was more certain that the Lecomte Group was involved in those monstrous events that took her Duncan’s life.As he reflected on it, someone knocked on his bedroom door.Rosalie stood up as Angelika entered her room.The girl was frowning, and could see in her eyes that she was worried." Angelika, what is it?"The young woman closed the door and sat next to her on the bed, so Rosalie held her hands and the girl cried.The woman was with her heart racing, not knowing the reason for the tears of her daughter, she hugged comforting her even without knowing what afflicted her so much.Until after several minutes with Rosalie asking her, Angelika replied:" His birthday’s a week away, Mom."That news was like an arrow in her heart, a litt
Rosalie looked at the dinner she had prepared for her children.She had made Duncan’s favorite food when he was alive, pasta.She sighed, looking at the table, setting the dishes for that dinner that had not even begun, but already felt so melacolic.Rosalie sighed as she looked at the place Duncan used to sit.She was still setting the table, when Angelika went downstairs and entered the dining room, the girl looked at her and gave her a sad smile.Today would be Duncan’s birthday, and it hurt not only Rosalie’s heart, but all of her children.She made her way to Angelika who lit the candles now, and touched her shoulder."How are you doing?"Angelika sighed and replied:" Missing."She hugged her tight, and when she let go, she asked:" Where is your brother?"Angelika returned to light the candles, and Rosalie realized that her attitude was to look away.Without facing her, the girl replied:" He’s locked in his room, and I don’t think he’s coming down."Rosalie nodded and went to
He 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