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
Rosalie looked at the rainy weather.She knew her days off were ending, and the thought of facing Louie gave her chills.Not because I was afraid of him, but because I was harboring a deep hatred of that man.He wanted to take her down at any cost, he knew it.Rosalie stepped out of the window, and decided she would face him at that moment.He could no longer bear his silence, pretending that he had not plotted against her, he had to pay.[...]Louie threw the wine glass against the wall.She shattered herself spiraling wine everywhere.He then walked up to his men standing in front of him, and stared at them." How did this happen? How could they let her escape! " Louie shouted.The three men were silent, with their hands in front of their bodies and their eyes on their own feet.Louie was furious with his henchmen, who had only one job. Keeping a 50-pound woman prisoner.Was that really so hard?He shouted at his men again, while one of them tried to justify himself." Sir, we were
She tried to get rid of him, get out of his control and when she could not, appealed.Rosalie knelt him right in his male weakness.Louie screamed in pain and released her immediately.He put his hands in the middle of his legs, while he was down and slowly fell to his knees, his expression was pain.She just looked at him with satisfaction." There are other ways to punish you, brother-in-law. That’s why I came."Rosalie walked to the door, and let one of her men in.That man was Aeron, a security guard who had a contract for a few days.Aeron was a tall man, his physical build was impressive, measuring almost two meters, with broad shoulders and powerful arms.He was muscular, with long, muscular legs.He wore a military cut, and his eyes were dark, his beard low.He entered the office and looked menacingly at Louie who was still trying to pull himself together." Why did you bring this man here, Rosalie?"" To punish you in a way you understand. " She turned to her man - Aeron.Aer
Rosalie let go of the air she held when she opened the door for François." Thank God! I don’t know what to do, and he was bleeding."François looked at her, then rushed in.Rosalie led him to the room, and when they stopped in front of the door she knocked a few times, and called her son.When he got no answer and was about to call again, he silenced her with a hand on his shoulder and his gaze." Wait in your room. " he said.She shook her head, disagreeing, but the man took her by the shoulders and faced her:" Trust in me."She looked into those deep green eyes, and simply trusted.Rosalie returned to her room, and sat with her trembling hands.Your dry lips, and that knot in your throat.That should be some kind of punishment for beating Louie.I knew I shouldn’t have given up his evil ways, and now I was paying the price.She had paid evil with evil, and now she was being punished.She rose from her bed, and began to walk in circles, and realized that it had been almost an hour.
Rosalie looked at François, standing next to her daughter.Angelika at the same time went to her, asking about Bastien." Is he okay, Mom?"She held her daughter’s hands, and said softly:" He’s better now, I went to his room and saw him sleeping."The two hugged and Angelika left the pool area.She wanted to see for herself.When the girl was gone, Rosalie’s gaze turned to the man standing by the pool." Why did you come here?"He approached, and when he stopped next to him he looked at the sky that was beginning to darken, the moon already quite visible." I just needed to breathe a little, and I ended up here by accident."She nodded and sighed following her gaze to the sky." Francois? " She called him.He looked at her, his face shining in the blue light of the small lanterns around the pool and the stone path to the interior of the mansion.His eyes were like precious stones, and his hair brown as waves of silk around him. This all made him feel involved, taken to the most beauti
Rosalie led him down the small path of stones, he followed her closely in silence.At one point, Rosalie stepped in the wrong way and unbalanced, the man held her by the waist preventing from falling.She gasped, feeling the firm touch of her hands holding him at her waist, he ended up pulling her very close to him.She could feel his body behind her, hot and solid and it scared her, because she felt no revulsion but familiarity.A kind of connection." Thank you."She thanked him and took his hands off her body, for a moment she felt that he seemed reluctant to let her go, but soon ignored it.They continued their way back inside the mansion, she led him to the large kitchen." I will make a coffee." Announced and pointed to a table in the corner where he could sit.The man went to the table, and pulled out a heavy chair to sit on.She watched him sit and watch her as he went to the pot of coffee and sugar.Then she took a small pot and filled it with water and took it to the stove.
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