Duncan walked away from the manor, but his heart remained in his old home.
He walked around town for hours at a time.When the first raindrops fell on him, Duncan did not feel them.He kept walking, with feet that weren’t his...A body that wasn’t yours.He watched people running down the street from the rain, he stopped at the curb and considered the possibility of throwing himself in front of a car.But soon the face of Rosalie and her children appeared in her mind, and the man dismissed this idea.Duncan Valois was dead, including Rosalie.He only had one thing left.Find out who did it.The man returned to the luxury condominium where the CEO of the Lecomte group lived, then locked himself in the man’s office.He spent the next few hours reading his diaries, finding out everything he could about him.Until he found a file on himself.It was sealed, François himself had not opened it.In the document was all the information about his life, and it planted a bitter doubt in Duncan.The Lecomte group was a declared competitor, and all the success of the Imperio group was attributed to the good management of the Valois family.From Duncan Valois.The man snitched and threw the document on the table.There was no sender, did not know who had delivered that document so thorough about his life.When you threw the papers, you saw a picture of Rosalie fall.He bent down and touched the photo with his fingertips.It was a picture of Rosalie smiling, was on the balcony of the mansion.The same porch he used to hug her, used to love her...He took the photo, and looked into Rosalie’s brown eyes as her heart fell apart...Duncan felt torn apart, a pain that could not be described consumed him. He tore up the photo refusing to continue looking at what was cowardly taken from him.It was not only his life that had been taken by someone, but his Rosalie.He stood up and began to search all the drawers of the office, looking for clues of some involvement of the Lecomte Group.When Duncan finally finished, he already had all the names of the principal directors of the Lecomte Group, and each of them would profit from his death.Duncan headed for a bath, and looked for a towel to cover the mirror.He didn’t know how he was reborn in that body, he was only sure of one thing.He was dead. Duncan Valois was dead.raised.He was heading for the doors when Lecomte’s voice stopped him." That’s a meeting, sit down!"The man turned, and cast a bitter glance at Lecomte.It was at this point that Duncan realized that he had hooked him, as he had intended." I will ask again, who caused the explosion in Picardie-Baux?"When Luidi tried to deny it, Duncan slammed his face against the glass table.The man on his feet tried to move against him, Duncan took good advantage of Lecomte’s physique and turned the body, held the other man’s neck and led him forcefully to the table.The other subordinates did not move, even when Duncan pulled a knife out of his suit, and put it down the older man’s throat." I will ask just one more time. Who caused the explosion?"The young Luidi Petit, who was the son of Bernard Petit, the man whom Duncan threatened, stood up:"Please! Let my father go, Lord Lecomte! It wasn’t us!"Luidi was supported by the other subordinates, who stood up.Duncan did not release Bernard, he remained holding the cold knife to his throat as he watched those faces.None of them surprised to see their boss with a knife around his sales manager’s neck, all accustomed to the violence.Who were you really, Lecomte? Duncan thought.The only thing he knew was that Lecomte was apparently in the dark about the explosion that resulted in his death.Duncan tightened the knife on Petit’s neck, until Luidi revealed:" Durand, Chapele, Moreau!"Those were the last names of the directors of the Lecomte Group.
Duncan faced the young Luidi Petit, his young and anxious face." Speak. " Ordered you.Luidi looked at his father’s face as Duncan thrust the knife into his neck." Durand and the others planned the explosion, said he was a threat to the Company! We followed orders!Duncan Valois felt all his blood turn into flames!"He felt his hands tremble and his whole body plunge into a deep restrained violence.The Lecomte group was responsible for his death, and could see that François was not involved, as far as he knew.However, why did your directors make a decision like that?Duncan Valois slowly released the blade from Petit’s throat, which moved away.Luidi breathed relieved, and looked at Duncan."Chief, the death of Duncan Valois will do business well..."" You will shoot in the world ranking, the Lecomte Group does not have another competitor like the Empire Group! " Said another man, and Duncan recognized him as Martin, another subordinate." Everyone knows that the Valois family was responsible for the great growth of the Empire Group. Like his father Dominique Valois, increased growth in his time as CEO, his son did similar. Duncan Valois was largely responsible for success. " Agreed Fernand.Duncan bit his teeth, he snapped his neck and closed his eyes.He lost his life for money?That consumed
Louie walked in stride for the company.In his mind Rosalie’s decision still irritated him deeply, his determination to continue not yielding to him drove him crazy.And now she had been approved, this due to her small break-in at her meeting with some shareholders and directors.But no problem, there were still many people who would not support a woman as CEO.Louie Valois walked by the Empire company, chin up he entered the office of the director of Marketing.The man turned to him, surprised at his entrance." Mr. Valois. " Pronounced the director.Louie looked around, and walked to the coffee maker without looking at the director.Then he poured coffee, standing with his back to the other man.After a few seconds, Louie overheard Marketing Director Bresson trying to get his attention.Louie Valois turned slowly and looked at Bresson, who was now standing facing him." Do you need something, Mr. Valois? " he asked him, Bresson.Louie drank some of her coffee, then looked at the dire
She felt her mouth become dry, and her blood seemed to run faster in her veins, her body looked feverish and her legs trembled.Rosalie was being consumed with anger.Louie looked at her without intending to release her, and when pressed more Rosalie groaned in pain, when the man realized it did not release her immediately." Are you in pain, Rosalie? " he asked mockingly. 'Am I holding her too strong?'Rosalie closed her eyes.When he opened them, there was no fear in his eyes when he said to him:" You must cry in your bed every night, thinking that I, a woman with poor childhood sits in the chair of the presidency and you do not."There were intense flames in Louie’s eyes, but the elevator doors opened.Louie had pressed the button again, and then released her.Rosalie left the elevator without looking back.His heart was beating wildly, his hands were tingling, his legs trembling.When he turned the key to enter his presidency room he dropped it on the floor, his fingers were trem
Rosalie couldn’t believe what Leonor had just revealed.She got up from her chair and said:" What?"Leonor couldn’t look into her eyes, the secretary was visibly uncomfortable with the vicious rumors surrounding the CEO." They call their children bastards and the Lady a murderer."Rosalie felt her hands tremble, and all her blood boiled in her veins, her mouth dried and her heart pounded into her chest.She had to put her hands on the table and lean on her, not because she would faint, but because the rage that consumed her begged for blood.His heart was destroyed by the loss of Duncan, his days without any joy, and the pain of grief only increased.Now they called you a murderer?She needed to take a deep breath as she tried to calm the bloodthirsty spirit that threatened to possess her body.Leonor quickly went to the water fountain and brought him a glass of water, which Rosalie drank.But nothing extinguished the flames in his veins.Leonor herself took another glass for hersel
Days later while still tormented by these thoughts without finding any satisfactory solution, Eleanor broke through the door.Her cheeks were flushed, as if she had come hurriedly, her eyes wide." Lady Valois! " Arfou upon entering.Rosalie’s heart accelerated again, what bad news could she have this time?" What’s going on this time, Leonor?"The woman took a few seconds to catch her breath before revealing:" The chief technology officer just held a meeting with all the employees. He announced that anyone who repeated the rumors about his children or Mr. Valois would be immediately dismissed, and even charged with slander!"Rosalie opened and closed her mouth.- Louie said that? Are you sure?" I have, I saw it myself. And besides, he stated that it was a direct order from the CEO, who was ready to punish everyone. No one refuted it, and no more whispers afterwards, everyone is now afraid of being fired!"Rosalie couldn’t believe the words of her secretary.She even sat down, her mi
Louie looked at her like a cornered animal.She knew that’s what he thought of her, that she was nothing more than a bloody animal without intelligence and in trouble.The woman knew that all her problems were caused by him.Louie watched Rosalie’s anxious expression, her gaze faltered for a few moments and he knew she was close to her limit.He took a few more steps, and was pleased when she did not recoil, slowly he decreased the distance between them, when they were centimeters from each other, he slowly pulled the object from her hand.The woman did not resist, and kept her gaze fixed on him." Everything will be easy, no one will question you. The simple life you led with Duncan you can have with me, I will be as he was."His voice was soft, almost purring.He tried openly to seduce her, to wrap her in his mortal web.The man raised his hand slowly, and stroked with his fingertips the face of Rosalie, who remained impassive." Just say yes. And it’s all over. Obey me, and your li
Louie got into his expensive car and drove to the penthouse of Bresson.Some days had passed since her confrontation with Rosalie, her words still burning in her mind.His look of disdain made his blood warm in his veins.How dare she despise him like that? She was just a woman, what chance do you think she had in the business world?While driving he heard his words again, making him appear inferior to Duncan.He squeezed the steering wheel hard, and gnawed his teeth, watched as the knots of his fingers turned white as her voice repeated in his mind.He parked in front of the Bresson building, when he crossed the lobby looked at his watch.I expected all the directors I had summoned were waiting for him.Louie was received by one of Bresson’s employees, and when he was taken to the living room he was pleased with what he saw.All the directors who despised Rosalie Valois were present, all sharing a drink.He started the meeting.That meeting would change the course of things, and if h
Mansion Dos Valois. A few days later, Angelika walked cautiously down the hall.He knew well that Bastien was awake, he spent late hours watching movies in his room. Since the death of his father, he ended up more isolated.When Angelika reached the door of her room, she was able to hear a sound that surprised her greatly.His heart pressed into his chest, and he soon felt a lump in his throat, his nose beginning to itch, his eyes burning.It seemed almost impossible to contain that, that cry stuck in his chest, but he had to remain calm.She didn’t knock, she just turned the handle, and as she imagined it was unlocked.When his gaze met that of Bastien, he had no reaction.On the giant TV was playing a movie that she knew well."Come on Bastien, kick it to Dad" said the father several years younger in the video.He wore a green T-shirt and white cap, while encouraging Bastien to play football.The boy was only seven at the time, and obeyed his father.Duncan was in the goal he had ma
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