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
Louie and Victor, with minds sharpened by urgency, had meticulously planned every detail of their escape from the Valois mansion. They were aware that the threat of Rosalie and her henchmen was real, and were determined to escape their mortal reach.As they approached the gates of the mansion, hearts racing, the two men were surprised by the sudden appearance of a group of armed men. The hostility in the eyes of these men was unmistakable: they were sent by Duncan, the man who, according to Louie, had been reborn and now relentlessly persecuted them.The tension in the air was palpable when Duncan’s henchmen blocked Louie and Victor’s path. It was a critical moment, an inevitable confrontation that would test their cunning and courage. Victor, keeping calm under pressure, acted quickly and decisively.— Quick, Louie! Follow me! - he whispered, his eyes focused on the narrow tunnel leading to a secret passage long known only to him and a handful of reliable employees.Louie followed Vi
The phone call was abruptly terminated, leaving Duncan with an intricate web of thoughts that enveloped him. He pondered the identity of the man brave enough to call his residence and threaten him with such boldness. How the hell did that guy get his phone number? The question reverberated in his mind as a lingering echo. Duncan soon realized that the mobsters who infested that dark city were endowed with unlimited resources, capable of resorting to spies infiltrated everywhere.His deep reflection was interrupted abruptly by a soft voice that uttered his name with a pinch of anxiety: —Duncan? - Rosalie, with her striking presence, rescued him from the whirlwind of confused thoughts. He turned, surprised, and found the woman standing at the door, fixing her eyes with an intensity that captured his attention immediately.Rosalie was dressed in an elegant fashion, with a black pants that highlighted her slender silhouette and a white blouse that framed her natural beauty. Her hair, sti
Beatrice lifted her carefully selected glass of red wine from the Bordeaux wine region, allowing the candlelight to dance through the liquid ruby with an almost mesmerizing serenity. His blue eyes, deep as the ocean in the midst of a storm, remained fixed on Valentin Beaufort, the man with whom he was destined to share his life.— Valentin, this town has no connection with me, and I confess I’m perplexed by the importance you attach to it. Do you honestly believe that I would stay here, obeying your orders as a submissive wife? Do you really plan to start a conflict just to control this place?Valentin, with her ambitious and ruthless nature, deeply respected Beatrice’s determination. He knew that there were more than words in his actions, and behind the facade of an arranged marriage, he saw a woman with an unbreakable will.He took a step towards her, keeping his dark eyes locked in hers, in a silent duel of determination. He admired the fact that she did not surrender easily, and m
Just as the call abruptly ended, Duncan felt a disturbing sense that something was undeniably wrong. That unexpected shutdown resonated within him as a sinister echo, a clear and unsettling sign that an imminent threat was coming, like a storm about to collapse.A sense of helplessness swiftly enveloped him, like a dark cloak, for he had not yet managed to unravel absolutely nothing relevant about the mysterious interlocutor on the other side of the line.With a stern countenance, Duncan turned toward his imposing desk, intending to immediately trigger his bodyguards and begin an urgent conversation with his trusted informants on the frantic city streets. The desire to shed light on the darkness that enveloped him was a burning flame within him.However, before he could even touch the phone, Alexander’s remarkable figure burst into the office with palpable urgency, like a messenger carrying crucial news at a critical moment.The urgency of the situation was like a roar in Duncan’s ear
The moment the plane took to the skies, Rosalie felt a deep, gloomy void take hold of her chest. It was as if the world around her faded, and she found herself trapped in a reality where cruel fate would forever separate the man she loved from her life.Her gaze was fixed on Duncan, fallen on the rain-soaked ground, and anguish enveloped her like a cold cloak. It was an image that would be etched in her mind forever, an image that would haunt her for all eternity.Oh, Duncan, how foolish she had been. Rosalie ran towards the airport as soon as she learned he had located Victor and Louie. He knew, with grief in his heart, that Duncan was about to commit an act of revenge that would haunt him for the rest of his days. She did not want him to carry the weight of another tragedy in his soul already marked by violence and bloodshed.Suddenly, inside the plane, Rosalie found herself abruptly dragged by Victor, who spoke threatening words towards her. The woman fought with all her might agai
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
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