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,
France LilleJanuary 1986Rosalie Corse sighed and looked at the positive pregnancy test on her shaky hands.What should she do now? Pregnant at seventeen...She took a deep breath as her hands sweated as she put the test in her pocket, then returned to the front desk of the convenience store where she worked.The moment he returned behind the cashier, the door bell resonated with the entrance of a group of young people.She swallowed when she saw Duncan Valois.When his looks met he smiled immediately.The other boys took their beers and paid.Rosalie avoided Duncan’s gaze all the time, keeping her gaze low and pretending to be busy organizing shelves.When he heard the bell again at the door he breathed relieved, however, the relief was short-lived." Why are you avoiding me, Rosalie?"His deep voice made her knock down some cleaning items, before he reached them on the floor he bent down right next to her and handed her over.Rosalie found herself hostage to her inquisitive green g
When he opened his eyes his vision was blurred and his whole body hurt." Mrs. Valois? Can you hear me?"Before her was a man with gray hair and a white coat." Where..." he tried to ask, however, he felt so weak..." Ms. is in the Hospital Provence Aligre, was one of the victims of the explosion in the restaurant Picardie-Baux. "Informed the doctor on duty.Rosalie was still confused, and upon hearing those things she tried to sit down, but felt a strong pain in the side of her body and head.She moaned in pain and the doctor approached." Do not move, broke several ribs and was in a coma for two days."Rosalie Valois gasped to feel the mind-blowing pain in her body and head.A week in a coma?She looked around and saw the room white and empty, and thought of Duncan." Where is my husband?"When the doctor’s gaze faltered, she screamed a resounding no.As if he could deny the truth stamped on his face." Mr. Valois endured all the impact of the explosion, his body was found protecti
Rosalie gave her last goodbye to Duncan and got carried away by her son Bastien and daughter Angelika.At the exit of the cemetery Rosalie saw Louie’s car parked.She ignored and returned to the manor, where she took care of the house and children.Rosalie ignored Louie’s calls, who insisted on talking to her.On the fifth day she answered.He wasn’t your ex-brother-in-law.It was a call from the Empire Group office.She was surprised, she would only have a meeting with the directors in a few days, she needed to decide with whom the position of CEO would be that belonged to Duncan.Duncan’s former secretary warned her that her former brother-in-law was in secret meetings with some members of the board."The widow has no competence to manage the actions of my brother"Rosalie was pretty sure that’s what Louie said at the meetings.She ended the connection and with the commitment to have lunch with the secretary the next day.How dare Louie hold secret meetings to question her competenc
His statement caused the room to combust, several voices clashed.All those directors, wearing expensive suits, luxury watches.They all ranted against their decision as if they were disagreeing with a football judge.She heard them impassively. She did not tremble." How can a woman, who a few days ago the only concern, was not to mix white and colored clothes, become CEO of the world’s largest automotive parts company? This is absurd, gentlemen!"Rosalie looked at the director of operations.They knew about their background, but chose to ignore it.The other directors stood up and agreed with their colleague." It is not capable of this function!"They said.I’m not a man, you mean, she thought.Rosalie took a deep breath, then looked at the men who doubted her business ability.They were pathetic, you know." Enough of this useless discussion, my decision is already taken. " Announced.They looked at her like she was crazy, until the Chief Financial Officer and Chief Revenue Office
Rosalie walked across the room and found it empty.He looked at the watch on his wrist, it was not so late so he went upstairs to see his children.When the woman reached the last step, she almost fell back to hear Angelika’s cries.Rosalie felt her heart beating wildly, her legs trembled and she slipped as she turned the aisle.Her first thought for Angelika’s cries was that someone had invaded the house and was hurting her.Rosalie stood up and kept running, feeling the verge of collapse.When Rosalie came to the focus of the screams, she found it was in her room.And she was shocked by the scene she saw.Bastien was with several bags of clothes thrown on the floor, while Angelika tried to hit him in tears.Rosalie still felt her heart was beating too fast, however, she approached the scene.Just a quick look and she realized that all those clothes belonged to Duncan...She looked at her youngest son, his face was much like Duncan’s when he was young, when his looks met he could not
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.T
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
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