Days had passed since Duncan had begun his direct attack on the Empire, seeking to undermine its foundations. However, as he contemplated Rosalie’s last maneuvers, he was surprised. Sitting in his office, his eyes fixed on the computer screen, he watched the scene of another investor she had won for Empire. A twinge of admiration mixed with frustration echoed in his thoughts. With each new alliance Rosalie established, a complex web of emotions formed in her mind. While the pressure he had applied was still punishing the company, her relentless determination to seek new investors was undeniably impressive. His lips pressed in a tense line, a silent testimony of recognition to this force that he knew existed in her. The computer screen was a portal to a reality that Duncan had contributed to creating, a battle of strategies that unfolded before his eyes. Although those new investors could not immediately pull Empire out of the crisis he had instigated, they represented a sign of resi
When Rosalie stood up from the table, throwing with a gesture of defiance all the paperwork towards Victor, she could clearly observe the barely disguised satisfaction on the man’s face, which served only to deepen the torrent of indignation she felt. It was as if the burning flames of anger were fueled by his expression, creating a boiling mixture of emotions within her. The notion that that man had the audacity to dismiss every one of his trusted employees in such an impetuous manner was simply unbelievable, inciting her further. His flaming eyes met those of Victor, and his words were an intense manifestation of his contained revolt: " How dare you do that? Who do you think you are to invade this space and simply fire all these people?!" Rosalie’s voice echoed with a penetrating blend of surprise and challenge, a vehement affirmation of her position and authority. Victor, in turn, remained unmoved, adjusting his suit with a casual gesture, as if playing a rehearsed role. His
With his heart pounding with a furious mixture of fear and anger, Duncan hung up the phone with a sudden movement, putting it back on the hook with a thud. His clenched fingers formed tight fists, his nails digging into the palm of his hands. He could feel the heat of anger burning in his veins, threatening to consume him from within. Every thought was focused on the safety of his children, a relentless determination that drove him to act.Without wasting time, Duncan summoned his men with a palpable urgency. Every second counted, and he could not allow more time to be wasted. With decided steps, he crossed the room and left, heading to the car that was waiting for him. Every kilometer of the trip to the mansion was a torture of expectation and impatience.As he approached the residence, the scene that unfolded before him was a mixture of chaos and authority. The street was surrounded by police cars, flashing light signals cutting through the darkness. The neighbors, alerted by the so
Duncan felt all his blood boiling in his veins, a burning rage burning inside him. Every part of his body seemed to cry out for blood, the blood of his uncle. " He stole my life," he thought with hatred as his fists clenched involuntarily.He had been trying to contact his uncle for hours, holding the phone against his ear with an almost inhuman force. The tension in his jaw was evident, and he did not realize how much he was squeezing the device until finally the device broke into shrapnel.For some reason, Victor was not answering, and the lack of response only increased Duncan’s fury. When the shrapnel from the device spread across the floor, he called one of the shadow workers and picked up another phone.Several minutes later, someone finally answered the call, and Victor’s voice echoed on the phone. Duncan closed his eyes for a moment, trying to contain the explosion of emotions that dominated him.The minute he heard Victor’s voice, his heart almost exploded with rage. He knew
Duncan sent his children to a completely protected house, with an advanced security system and a contingent of armed men to ensure their safety. As he looked at their faces, he approached them, feeling a mixture of relief and sadness as he temporarily said goodbye.He walked towards the door, ready to face the dangerous mission of rescuing Rosalie. However, before he could cross it, Duncan heard hurried steps in the corridor behind him. He turned quickly and saw his daughter running towards him.Before he could say anything, Angelika threw herself into his arms, her words whispered in her ear charged with a deep emotion. " I know you’re my father. Somehow, I know you are. Please do everything you can to bring my mother back."Tears accumulated in Angelika’s eyes as she held Duncan’s jacket tightly. The despair and uncertainty of the moment enveloped her, making her feel small and vulnerable in a dangerous and unpredictable world.She walked away a little, just enough to look into Dun
Victor was immersed in a whirlwind of emotions when François' voice echoed over the phone. Unbelief and shock mingled in his mind as he tried to assimilate the gravity of the situation. How could anyone have the courage to kidnap Louie, his own son? This question echoed in his thoughts, spinning like a whirlwind, leaving him perplexed and in desperate search of answers.Victor’s trembling voice tried to formulate an answer, but he could barely articulate the words in the face of a situation that seemed totally out of his control. Before he could gather his ideas and respond coherently, François, on the other side of the line, abruptly hung up. Victor was stunned, staring at the phone in his hands, not knowing how to react to the abrupt and unexpected twist.Before she could call Louie and ensure her safety, a photo appeared on the screen of her phone. The shocking image made his eyes widen, for now he had visual proof that his son was in the hands of his enemies. A sense of helplessne
When Duncan heard that, his heart pounded, echoing in his chest like a frantic drum. Each beat was a mixture of mistrust and despair, an orchestra of emotions that left him in a state of intense agitation. Was Louie lying just to preserve her own life? Duncan wondered, his eyes fixed on Louie’s bruised face, looking for any sign of deception. It was more than clear to Duncan that Louie was a master of the art of manipulation, a bloody liar by nature. However, at that time, he found himself at a crossroads, where trust became a high-value currency.The truth was, at the time, Duncan didn’t have much choice but to consider Louie’s words. The fate of Rosalie, the woman he loved, hung by a thread. The uncertainty of what would happen next hung in the air like an impending storm, and Duncan found himself compelled to navigate these treacherous waters with caution. The prospect of trusting Louie, even reluctantly, became a distressing dilemma that would torment him as he decided which way t
Victor was surrounded by chaos, his mind working frantically to deal with the situation. News of Rosalie’s escape and the death of his men left him on high alert. He knew he was in imminent danger, and his survival depended on his cunning and the resources he had accumulated over the years.Calling his loyal servants, Victor ordered them to immediately prepare their retreat to a sheltered home, where he hoped to be safe from the enemies who pursued him. The men hurried to gather what he needed to take with him, while Victor pondered the next actions to be taken.It was then that his bodyguards alerted him to a suspicious presence approaching the mansion. Victor followed his men to the security room, where he could clearly see who the intruder was.— Louie! - exclaimed Victor, his voice charged with surprise and tension. He knew he could not underestimate the situation and quickly gave orders to his security guards, instructing them to check all the security cameras and look for any si
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