François stared at her with a look full of disapproval, as if he believed she was betraying Duncan’s memory by considering marrying Louie. Amid the tense silence, Rosalie chose to let him speak, allowing him to express her worries and frustrations. She knew that as much as François hated her at the time, she needed to stay focused on her goals and move forward with her decisions. "He saved me, however, does not understand my motives and is confused." François’s words resounded in her ears, but she remained silent, accepting the judgment he cast upon her. The marriage to Louie had been a strategy to buy time and protect her children, and Rosalie was willing to face the consequences of her actions. When she finally moved away from the cemetery, François held her arm lightly, holding it for a moment. Rosalie’s heart quickened before contact, not knowing what to expect from the words that would come next. "He looks so disappointed in me." " You are not worthy to be raising his childr
Rosalie Valois was overcome with indignation and unbelief. How dare François take his children from home? She felt hurt and challenged in her ability to be a good mother. Emotions consumed her, and she trembled at the situation she faced. Without hesitation, Rosalie hurriedly walked down the stairs with trembling hands, and headed to the landline on the wall. The heart beat uncompressed in his chest as he dialed François’s number. The anxiety was palpable, and every touch of the phone felt like an eternity. At the second touch, François answered, and his voice echoed in Rosalie’s ear. Anger and worry mingled in her words: " Where are my children, François? What do you think you are doing?" Your voice echoed through the phone, full of repressed emotion. Rosalie waited anxiously for the answer, but François remained silent. This only served to increase her irritation, and she continued to vent her frustrations: " Come on, you bastard! Bring my children back home immediately! I kn
Rosalie was determined to act firmly, and her determination was palpable. Every minute she spent, she relentlessly devoted herself to the investigation, sifting through each clue in detail, studying photos, analyzing documents and putting together pieces of a complex puzzle. The office he now worked in was his headquarters, full of evidence that could incriminate the dangerous mafia led by François. The long hours of work began to take their toll, and Rosalie felt the fatigue weigh on her shoulders. However, her resolve remained unwavering. The thought of her children without her impelled her to continue. As Rosalie scoured the last document, an important discovery caught her eye. It was proof that it could connect François directly to various criminal activities. A mixture of euphoria and concern took hold of her. Now she had what she needed to face François, but she also knew she might be taking risks in confronting such a dangerous criminal. After a pause to take a deep breath a
Rosalie felt suffocated by the situation. Every emotion seemed to weigh on her chest, like an anchor that held her in a sea of uncertainty and fear. Her heart was broken in the face of François' betrayal, and she struggled to contain the tears that threatened to fall at any moment. She got up from the office chair and walked to the room, seeking a moment of calm and reflection. Sitting on the couch, Rosalie’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. How could he do something so cruel, taking his children from home and putting them in danger? François’s harsh words echoed in her ears, and she wondered if he really believed she was not a good mother. Tears threatened to fall, but Rosalie forced herself to remain strong. She knew that regardless of François’s unfounded accusations, she loved her children unconditionally and would do anything to protect them. However, a quiet anguish took hold of her. She could not tell François the whole truth about her connection to Louie, as sh
When Rosalie entered the hotel, she went straight to the elevators. She wasn’t thinking about what she was about to do, she just waited patiently for her to get to François’s floor. Then, looking through the elegant corridors of the grand hotel, she searched for room 302. When she finally found it, the door was open, and the woman came in. Rosalie came across a beautiful bedroom, with large elegant red sofas, a beautiful chandelier on the ceiling. On a table there was a champagne on ice and two glasses. In the center of the room a huge bed with red silk sheets. Rosalie wore an overcoat on top, she took a deep breath and took it off, leaving it aside. Now she was only wearing black lingerie. There was no sign of François. Behind Rosalie, the man emerged from the other room of the luxurious bedroom. He paralyzed to see the woman with the lingerie standing with her back to him, looking at the bed. His waist was thin, and his body slender. His hair hung loose from his back like a c
Duncan looked at Rosalie, and the anguish in her face was palpable. She still begged to have her children back, and her words echoed in her mind. He felt even more confused in the face of this complex situation and full of conflicting emotions. "Why does she want her children back if she’s marrying my brother?" questioned himself internally, struggling to understand the reasons behind Rosalie’s actions. All that time, he really believed that she wanted only the free way to be with Louie, not caring about anything else. Thoughts ran over his mind, and he struggled to find an explanation for what he was witnessing. He did not understand why she was so desperate to get her children back, if she was willing to marry a man like Louie, who had done everything to destroy her. Duncan’s tumultuous thoughts were making him increasingly confused. When Rosalie saw François standing before her, staring at her with a gaze laden with mistrust and disdain, she felt a mixture of emotions take hol
When Duncan listened attentively to Rosalie’s entire story, he felt as if lightning had struck his heart in full, leaving him momentarily speechless. The guilt fell on him like a merciless avalanche, flooding him with the weight of his thoughts and gross attitudes toward her. Every word she uttered echoed in his mind, revealing a story of suffering and struggle he had never imagined. Now everything made sense, and he realized how wrong he had been in judging her without knowing the truth behind her actions. Duncan clenched his fists, feeling the anger and hatred seeping into his heart by everyone involved in putting Rosalie in this desperate situation. He felt an overwhelming mixture of emotions, but above all, the guilt eroded him inside, turning into a shadow that hung over his shoulders. However, he understood that now was not the time to show his strong emotions. Rosalie needed help, not her whining or guilt. He needed to be strong and support her, to be by her side in the midst
After the intense conversation, the mood in the bedroom became momentarily delicate. François rose from bed with kindness, giving Rosalie space to dress and process everything they had talked about. Still wrapped in the sheet, she watched him, feeling a mixture of emotions flutter inside her. Before he walked away, by an impulse she herself did not understand, Rosalie stood up and held her hand. Her looks met, and she could feel the connection between them strengthen herself every second. Without saying a word, he pulled her to himself, wrapping her in his big, strong arms like a welcoming bear. She could feel the strength of that moment. Rosalie surrendered to the embrace, sinking into her chest, where she could hear the beating of her heart, rhythmic and comforting. She felt safe, as if that moment of closeness was a refuge from all the storms she had faced. It was as if she had been on a run since she arrived at the hotel, running desperately, and at that moment, she had stopped
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