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.
Rosalie looked at her son and the man with him, and remembered the moment he held her in the path of stones, then the way she patted her fingers on the table.She took a deep breath and thought she understood that sense of familiarity she felt, she had felt the same.The woman looked into her daughter’s eyes, and saw how she believed in what Duncan was somehow taking care of.Rosalie sighed, and thought Duncan really was dead.The two hugged each other.[...]Duncan looked at his watch and realized that it was past ten o'clock, as much as he wanted to stay longer, he had to go.The man got up from the couch and hugged his son, stayed for hours talking and he doubted that the boy had realized the time. But it was time to go.Rosalie approached to hear the two saying goodbye, she looked at him and accompanied him to the door.Duncan did not say goodbye to Angelika, who according to Rosalie had already gone to bed, with that information he feared that the girl was avoiding him.Could she
Her heart froze, and her blood began to run faster, her mouth became dry and she felt that her knees would fail at any moment.François’s hand still held her steady behind her large body, and at that moment she cursed herself for releasing Aeron.The man with a tattoo raised his knife, which flashed in the light of the pole, and she feared for their lives.Rosalie looked at the bandit who appeared to be the leader, his gaze was black and evil, he held the knife menacingly, and looked directly at her.Then he said, in a terrible voice." Get away from the woman, or I’ll kill you."The other two men agreed with what their leader said, and also pulled their knives.Her heart beat wildly, feeling that it was her end, and if she did nothing would be the end of that man who was trying to protect her." You will not have it. " Rebateu François.Her body was tense, her gaze firm on her opponent holding that knife, that bandit’s eyes were very clear to Rosalie.For some reason he wanted her, a
His eyelids were heavy, and his whole body hurt.He felt crushed, completely broken.When he finally opened his eyes, he saw the faint light of a dawn enter through the windows of the room.That’s when he realized where he was.That was not Lecomte’s room, and when his gaze ran through the wide room, he saw not far from the couch where he was, sitting in an armchair with his eyes closed, Rosalie.Duncan looked at his watch, clocked five and fifteen in the morning.He realized he was shirtless, and her remains were lying in a corner, she was covered in dried blood.The man passed his hand on his belly and felt the bandage, his gaze returned to Rosalie, asleep.Her face was marked by recent tears, as if she had spent the night veiling her sleep.It touched him in a way that made him miss him terribly when he was your husband.And it made him want to tell you who he really was.When he tried to sit down, a remote that was on the couch fell to the floor, the noise woke her:" What? What’s
Rosalie spent the first night thinking about François, how close he was. The last man she had cared for like that had been Duncan, her husband. Rosalie closed her eyes, aware of the pain in her heart... It was enough to think of Duncan, that she felt like she was drowning, and no one would ever save her. The woman got up, and went to get ready for work. The days passed, as she avoided François altogether, leaving early and arriving late. She let François recover to his time at home. [...] On the sixth day, Rosalie again arrived late from work, the moment Rosalie crossed the room she paralyzed. And he heard a sound he hadn’t heard in a long time... It was the sound of Bastien’s laugh... She turned to the sound, walking towards the kitchen. When the woman appeared at the entrance, she came across her son sitting in a chair near the table. François was standing next to him, cooking something as they both laughed and talked about the game on TV on the wall. That made her para
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