Romances de Lovis

Rosalie's POV"So you two aren't actually twins. Which one of you is the real Whitmore?"I stirred my iced coffee with the straw and said nothing. From the moment Nora caught my birthdate, all the way through walking to the café, ordering, and sitting down, I hadn't given her a straight answer on any of it.She pushed again. "I thought it was weird at the gala — this whole person I'd never heard of just appearing out of nowhere. And when I asked Mrs. Whitmore if you and Vanessa were twins, she just smiled. Didn't say yes, didn't say no."Nora looked at me. "You've got that face right now. The uncomfortable one.""It's not what you're thinking—""It's fine, you don't have to tell me." She narrowed her eyes. "I'll figure it out anyway."She went full detective mode. "Okay so… ruling out distant relative… you showed up out of nowhere and got folded into the family…"She stared at me. "You're the real one. Has to be. Otherwise why would the Whitmores bring you back at all—""My mom made i

Mr. Brown came rushing over from the elevator, got to the old man, and helped him up. "How'd you get out again?""He's your uncle?" Vanessa asked again, like she still couldn't make it compute. "Your actual uncle? But he's—"Like this? Wandering around, not talking, dressed like that?"He lost his son in an accident," I said. "It affected him."Mr. Brown turned to me sharply. "How do you know that?""I ran into him a few days ago. He was walking between cars in traffic — I didn't feel right leaving him, so I drove him to the police station.""That was you?" He grabbed my hand with both of his. "You're a good person. Thank god it was you who found him that day. Thank you.""I had no idea he was your uncle. And I'm not sure how he ended up here today."Mr. Brown pulled his assistant aside, listened to the quick rundown, then came back to me. "He must've followed me in. But he remembered you — gave you most of his clovers. He makes every single one of those himself."He glanced at my arm

Rosalie's POVWhen I woke up I wasn't in my own room. Then it came back — I'd gone up to Lucian's last night and just never left. First time we'd actually slept through the night together.I stretched out slowly in the bed, and right then he walked out of the closet buttoning his shirt. He glanced at me. "Do you normally sleep holding onto something? Last night you were like a koala."My face went warm. When I was little, Diane was always working, barely home — so I'd gotten used to sleeping with something to hold. A stuffed animal, a pillow. Last night it was him."I'm — sorry.""You say 'it's nothing' and 'sorry' more than anyone I've ever met." Lucian adjusted his cufflinks, tone easy, offhand. "You're really not what I expected."I didn't know what to say to that. I just looked down. "As long as you're not upset.""I don't need apologies. And I don't need you walking on eggshells around me all the time. You're my wife."I looked up. Lucian was right in front of me. He pressed a ki

Rosalie's POVI told myself not to get involved. I got out of the car anyway.Vanessa watched us like we were both insane as I walked the old man to my car. The light had already turned green. I pulled right and headed to the police station. He sat in the back without saying a word, face still blank — until he noticed the four-leaf clover charm hanging inside the car. That's when something came back into his eyes.I'd taken it off the mirror and rehung it inside before I got back in.He just sat there watching it sway.At the station, the officer at the desk looked up and didn't even need me to explain. "Hey — haven't seen you in a while. You sneak out again?"Apparently this wasn't his first time.The officer got him settled and came back to me. "His youngest son died in an accident on that stretch of road. Hit him hard. He's not really all there anymore — keeps going back and tying those lucky charms on cars passing through."That explained it."We'll call his family to come get hi

Rosalie's POVI smiled, said a few words to my father, and headed out.On the way back to the grading room, I caught Vanessa and Celia talking around a corner.Celia, clearly heated: "No, seriously — what the hell? He's just giving Rosalie her own design position, outside the department entirely? Who does that?"She kept going. "Who even is she? The boss is bending over backwards for her, and even you — his own daughter — are getting pushed aside for her?""I don't know." Vanessa sounded like she'd bitten into something sour.They went quiet when they noticed someone was nearby.I kept walking, went back to my desk, and spent a few days wrapping up everything in grading before packing up my things and moving to the space the secretary had set up for me.It was a small room, not far from design.Jenny handed me the laptop. "Come find me if you need anything.""Thank you." I smiled.She paused, like she was debating something, then said it anyway. "You look like the boss's wife when you

Rosalie's POVLucian didn't say anything. Just let go and kept walking.My fingers curled. His warmth was still on them. We went inside, went to our separate floors, and everything went back to exactly how it was before.The following week, Christopher came back from a business trip to Australia — he and Helen had tagged on a little vacation at the end. The moment he heard what had happened at the company while he was gone, he wasn't happy.He called both me and Vanessa to his room."Why didn't anyone tell me?" His face was tight, expression serious.Vanessa stepped forward first. "You were traveling, and it got resolved, so we figured we'd just fill you in when you got back. It wasn't a big deal.""Not a big deal? Mr. Brown came down in person. You call that nothing?""Daddy—" She dropped onto the couch next to him, voice going soft and sweet. "I told my team not to blow it up the way they did. They didn't listen. I was honestly stressing out the whole time trying to figure out how t

The moonlight faded. Morning light broke through. Their wedding anniversary had officially arrived.There would be flowers, a romantic dinner, all the usual fanfare. But what Grace couldn’t stop staring at was the key in her palm—the one Raphael had already given her the night before.The real gift. Her mind was consumed now with how to design their new five-story home, complete with a courtyard and underground garage.After dinner, she went to see the house again. Her first official photo with it captured her standing in the grand foyer, still wearing her bold, red-and-blush evening gown.The plunging neckline, dramatic V cut, and cascading tulle

Grace instantly recalled that passing comment she’d made to Evelyn—how she'd always wanted a home with a pool. Raphael must’ve overheard it. And clearly, he’d taken it to heart. He even remembered her saying their current place felt too cramped.This wasn’t just a “bigger” home. It was her dream—every box checked, every detail seen. It was as if Raphael were a genie, conjuring every item on her secret wishlist.She couldn’t help it—Grace screamed.“Oh my god!” she shouted, and then, almost in the same breath, threw herself into his arms.Raphael was caught off guard, but his reflexes were quick. He caught her, held her tightly.She hugged hi

It was because of that one line—"I miss you."—that Grace carried it with her for an entire day, unable to shake it. She clutched a pillow on the soft hotel bed, rolling around like a lovesick teenager—sometimes squealing, sometimes burying her face in the duvet.The words echoed in her head on repeat, lingering until Wednesday night, when her flight finally touched down at Le Bourget Airport in Paris.The moment she stepped off the plane, she saw him—tall and poised, standing below in the soft night breeze. The wind tousled his hair, and under the amber glow of the runway lights, his features looked even more striking. His gaze locked onto hers, magnetic and unwavering.Her heart instantly kicked into high gear

Grace went all out during her first two days in New York. There was just too much to eat, too much to see, too many quirky little things to buy—it had her wondering, just for a moment, if she should ditch everything and move to this fast-paced, fashion-forward city.Her father spent the first day and a half handling business. The rest of the time, he quietly trailed behind her and Evelyn as they shopped, explored, and splurged—only stepping forward when it was time to pull out the black card from his pocket to foot the bill.From Saturday to Monday, Grace dressed to the nines every day—draped in shimmer and sparkle.She even turned Evelyn into her personal doll, dressing her up head to toe. Bu

On a sunny Saturday afternoon, Grace stepped aboard a private jet bound for New York, the flight path already cleared in advance. Her phone was still connected to a call with Raphael.On the line, his voice was gentle, full of reminders and concern.“I’m only gone for a few days. I’ll be back Wednesday,” Grace said.“Alright. I’ve got to fly to Germany on Wednesday too—but I’ll be back that same evening.”Neither wanted to hang up. They exchanged a few more reluctant words before ending the call. It would be the longest they’d been apart in recent memory.Raphael had insisted she reply to his messages every day—and absolutely

Grace shot Raphael a playful glare, then let out a cold little huff as she plopped down into his office chair. Arms crossed and lips jutted in a pout, she looked every bit the queen throwing a royal tantrum.Raphael, on the other hand, looked perfectly put together again—his shirt crisp, his cuffs neat, as though nothing had happened. Not that it ever got too disheveled to begin with. But her?Her torn stockings sat pitifully to the side. Luckily, she hadn’t come in just that dress—she still had her long white coat that reached her ankles. If she hadn’t… she might’ve murdered him on the spot.