Lovisの小説

Rosalie's POV"Tell me." I leaned in a little — I'd never seen Nora hesitate like this before.She lowered her voice. "I heard Lucian's going to some party tonight.""I know. He mentioned it.""Not like a regular business thing." Her tone went somewhere more careful. "Those people are known for going all out. You're seriously okay with him going to something like that?"That explained why she'd been so sure things between us weren't great."I'm sure it's fine. He's probably just there for business.""If you say so… oh, hold on—" Her phone started going off. She picked it up. "Who is sending me like a hundred messages, oh my god, I'm muting you."She was frowning at the screen — and then she clicked into something and her jaw dropped. Eyes going wide, not saying a word.She looked at me, then immediately back at the screen."What is it?" I asked.Nora sat there frozen, murmuring something to herself. It sounded like: I really jinxed it…I leaned over to look.The second I saw the photo

Rosalie's POVBefore I could say anything, another voice jumped in from behind him. "Me too!"Nora had come with him.She stepped out from behind Max and came straight to me. "Something happen? You looked like you were completely checked out just now."She squinted. "Don't tell me Vanessa pulled something again."I let out a small breath. "She's part of it. But there's also work, and other stuff…"Nora rolled her eyes. "She's definitely the main reason. Next time I see her I'm handling it personally, on your behalf."Listening to her lay out exactly how she'd deal with Vanessa — full detail, very animated — something in my chest got lighter. I actually laughed. "Just hearing you say that is enough.""Good. Don't waste your energy being miserable over someone like her.""Okay but — why did you both show up? I thought Max just had something to drop off." I looked between them.Max produced a box from behind his back. "Oh, I do have something. Take a look."I'd already caught the smell —

My brain was still basically offline, not tracking what Lucian was saying.All I knew was he repositioned me back on top of him, hands on my waist, thumbs brushing across my stomach. "Thought you wanted my baby. You're gonna have to put in more work than that."He wanted me to move again like before, but my legs were completely done — shaking, no strength left. I shook my head weakly. "No more… I can't…"Lucian narrowed his eyes. "Can't what?"He squeezed my hips. "Don't want a baby, or don't want to be in bed with me?"When I didn't answer, he flipped me onto my back, pressed down over me, and started driving into me hard. I couldn't handle it — chin tilting back, spine arching off the bed, both hands white-knuckling the headboard."I'm so tired," I managed between gasps, "stop, I can't—"I pushed weakly at his chest.Lucian's mouth curved. "So dramatic."He caught both my wrists in one hand and pinned them above my head, then pressed into me deeper, harder, watching my face the whol

Rosalie's POVLucian had me trapped between him and the kitchen island — one hand braced on the counter, the other tilting my jaw so my face was turned another way — and then he kissed me, dragging his lips slowly along my cheek like he had all the time in the world.Every single one made my heart slam harder. This wasn't like before, all heat and urgency. There was something slower to it now, something careful, like he was savoring something he didn't want to rush.I grabbed his wrist. "We're in the kitchen…"Lucian turned my face back toward him. "Nothing wrong with that."Then he lifted me up and set me on the counter in one clean move, stepping between my legs and pulling my hips flush against him before I even registered what was happening.It all happened so fast I let out a little gasp and grabbed onto his neck just to hold on. I could've sworn he laughed — low, quiet — and then he dipped his head and kissed me.He bit my lower lip, dragged his tongue across it, then pushed pas

Rosalie's POVTheir voices dropped after that and I didn't catch the rest.Lunch with Max moved fast. I'd expected it to stay polite and surface-level, but he was good at finding things to talk about. Turned out we'd both gone to school on the West Coast — we ended up trading stories about a terrible Italian place we'd both made the mistake of trying, and what we'd do on weekends, including this old bowling alley that was basically a college institution. The conversation closed the distance between us quickly, and pulled up memories of that time in my life I hadn't thought about in a while.Things were simpler back then. I didn't know yet that the parents I'd grown up with weren't my birth parents. None of it was this complicated.Max pushed pasta around his plate. "You ever think about going back to visit? You've probably got people from school still out there."I touched my cheek. "Actually yeah — maybe next month? Once I get through this one big design project, things should ease

Rosalie's POV"Max? How did you—"Vanessa cut me off before I could finish. "What are you doing here?"She was gripping her soaked jacket, brow tight — mortified, I think, that Max of all people was seeing her like this.Max looked completely at ease. "I'm here to see Rosalie."Vanessa's face went red in real time. Her feet seemed to stop working.Meanwhile the colleagues who hadn't fully dispersed were already staring. "Okay, who is that?""You know Nora, right? The one who comes in to deal with procurement? This is her older brother.""Oh — yeah, I remember Nora. The blunt one who never really got along with Vanessa.""The resemblance is actually kind of insane."Max turned and waved at them easily, which sent a quiet ripple of excitement through the group.He turned back and held up a paper bag. "My dad had some cigars he wanted to pass along to your father. I was in the area anyway, so.""Oh, right—" I reached out to take it without thinking. Natural as anything.Until I noticed 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.