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
Louie stood between them, took a few steps forward, and replied:" We’re holding a meeting about Mrs Valois and her betrayal!"She looked shocked at him, and then turned her gaze to the directors around her.The woman realized too late how men looked at her.With anger, indignation and shame.She needed to defend herself." I didn’t know directors watched gossip shows."Louie laughed grimly, and then threw her a blue briefcase.She had not noticed when she entered, but all the directors were with this same folder in their hands.She opened it and was shocked to realize that there were photos of emails that supposedly were between her and a director of the Lecomte Group.There were also photos of her from the day she went to the Lecomte Group building.Several fake emails of intimate conversations between her and a director of the other company, and how she seemed to speak ill of the Lecomte group and its directors." That was sent to us yesterday. This gentlemen explains why the Lecom
" She’s not answering! She’s not answering!"Angelika screamed and hit the phone.She looked at her brother, sitting on his bed.He seemed to be lost, his expression was incredulous, and he rubbed his hands against each other.That was his way of showing he was worried." Maybe she is in some hotel having fun..." suggested, but did not look at her sister.She looked at him, knowing that not even he believed what he said.Angelika went to the phone again, and called her mother’s phone, and again got no response.She turned to Bastien, still sitting huddled at the end of his bed, and decided that he needed to react." And since when would our mother travel without talking to us? Are you crazy?"Bastien reacted to his sister’s raised tone, he stood up and walked to the phone, then dialed the number and waited on the line exactly as Angelika had just done.When the same thing happened to her sister, happened to him, the boy looked at her." See what I’m saying? She wouldn’t do that. Oh my
Duncan walked back and forth.He had seen in the cameras Rosalie being simply dragged down the hall, and the number of directors in her room, knew they had set her up.Now who sat in his presidency chair was his brother Louie, and Rosalie had not returned home.He didn’t have access to all the cameras in the building, and he had no idea where she was.She had received the call from her former secretary, telling her that she had been taken and imprisoned somewhere.When he heard that news he dropped the phone.Who fell to the ground with a bang.Duncan felt his heart being crushed, and felt they were strangling him.He felt completely suffocated, that feeling in his heart shattered him.Knowing that the woman she loved was trapped, probably getting hurt...He screamed, hatred consuming him.Burning him from the inside out, driving him insane enough to punch the wall in front of him.Punch until his right hand started bleeding.He kept punching, not worrying about breaking it.After som
The man walked slowly, followed by two more men.He entered his black Bugatti, accompanied by the two men who acted as his bodyguards.He drove to Lille’s famous nightclub called Lupanar.Duncan Valois was behind his target, according to the information obtained the man was celebrating his appearance on the famous interview program.Duncan was driving fast, crossing the speed limit no matter if he was stopped by the police, he was squeezing the wheel of the luxurious car.He needed to eliminate that man, but first, he had to get consistent evidence so he could help Rosalie.He parked the car and walked to the huge queue of Lupanar, Duncan Valois did not wait in line, just paid a high amount to enter.When it entered the blue and purple lights sparkled showing a wide environment.He saw dozens of people dancing on the dance floor, and went to the crowded bar and ordered a whiskey.His men accompanied him all the time, were two cousins named Vaux.Duncan drank his whiskey and began to l
When Rosalie heard the strange sounds outside, she soon ran through the small room and took a lamp to use as a defense.I didn’t know who could be coming, let alone what was happening, so she held him tight and when the door was opened, she came across François.The woman gasped, not believing he was right there.Even if he did call him, leaving clues for Eleanor.François looked at her, and there was something in her gaze, something intense and majestic.As if she was the vision he longed for, as if his heart was bleeding to get her back.Rosalie realized that this impression should be due to the fact that she had been stuck for so many days, and her perception of things must have been confused.She didn’t notice, but she dropped the lamp that shattered to the ground.Rosalie did not want to let the tears fall, but when that man who was Duncan’s friend walked towards her, she did not restrain herself.He pulled her into his arms and if he hadn’t done so, she would surely have fallen.
Rosalie looked in the mirror.She wore a dress almost to her knees, which fit perfectly on her body.The fabric was light, and the color favored it, an intense sky-blue.The straight cut on the bust was not very revealing, and the gold earrings he wore matched.She ran her hands through the dress again, her curves were beautiful, and when her hands came down past her waist she saw her wedding ring in her reflection.Slowly the delicate hands that passed through his body were replaced by larger hands with longer fingers.Male hands.She heard Duncan’s voice, whispering in his ear and felt his warmth, being enveloped by his warm arms.Like in a dream she was taken by that." You make the stars jealous. " Duncan whispered.She looked into his gray eyes in the reflection and smiled, then turned to him." You’re a liar, Duncan."He said nothing, just let her go and walked to the balcony.Rosalie followed him and admired his muscular back.She smoothed him gently, and then kissed him betwee
Duncan was feeling sick.The moment she set foot in the manor she wanted to fall on her knees and beg so she could touch Rosalie, hug her not as a stranger who rescued her.But like her husband, take her in his arms and cry to the world that even death had been able to drive them away.But he knew that it would make him seem crazy, she and her children had no way to understand that joke of fate, he himself did not understand why he was back.He had been preparing all day for that dinner, asking her to cook for him a daring maneuver, but wanted to get into his life.I wanted to be around, and I wished I could at least do for a few hours something I did as a family, like dinner.He felt cursed for wanting that, she was suffering for him, while he tried to enter his life with another face.He had told himself several times that he would act normally, but the moment he saw the photo of his marriage he ran to her like a fool.And seeing him show how deep his love was, made him sad and happ
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