FAZER LOGINThe Life We Chose“Elena! Come back here!”Arielle’s voice carried across the garden.A little girl with curly hair and a pink dress turned around, giggling before running in the opposite direction.Lucien stood near the garden table, watching the scene with amusement.“She’s not listening to you.”Arielle stopped and looked at him.“Would you like to come and get her?”“No, thank you. I’m enjoying the show.”“Lucien!”He laughed and finally walked towards their daughter.“Elena Beaumont Moreau, come here.”The little girl stopped.She looked at her father, then at her mother.Lucien held out his arms.“Come to Daddy.”Elena considered the offer before running towards him.He scooped her up and kissed her cheek.“Got you.”Arielle walked over, pretending to be offended.“So she listens to you now?”“Of course.”“Interesting. I’ve been calling her for five minutes.”Lucien smiled.“Perhaps you should work on your communication skills.”She stared at him.“Are you seriously using my own
THE WEIGHT OF REVENGEThe prison gates opened at 9:15 a.m.Roman stepped outside carrying a small black bag. He stopped a few feet from the entrance, staring at the road ahead.He had imagined this moment countless times.He thought he would feel relieved. Perhaps even happy. He had spent months counting the days until he could walk freely again, but now that the moment had arrived, he wasn’t sure what to do with himself.The world had continued without him.People had gone to work, fallen in love, celebrated birthdays and made plans. Meanwhile, he had spent his days behind a locked door, replaying the decisions that had brought him there.A familiar voice interrupted his thoughts.“Roman.”He turned.Martin stood beside a parked car, wearing a dark shirt and holding a file under his arm.Roman looked surprised.“Didn’t expect to see you here.”“I thought someone should come.”“That’s generous of you.”Martin shrugged. “I wasn’t sure you’d appreciate it.”Roman gave a faint smile and
One Year Later“Elena, please give that back.”Arielle stood in the middle of the living room, watching her daughter crawl away with one of Lucien’s socks in her mouth.Elena stopped, looked over her shoulder and let out a delighted squeal.Arielle placed her hands on her hips.“Are you laughing at me?”Elena responded by crawling faster.From the sofa, Lucien burst out laughing.“She’s definitely your daughter.”Arielle turned towards him.“Excuse me?”“That stubbornness. She got it from you.”“She’s the one eating your sock, but somehow I’m responsible?”Lucien looked down at his bare foot.“That’s a fair point.”He got up and caught Elena just before she reached the hallway. She immediately began kicking her little legs and laughing.“Where do you think you’re going, young lady?”He gently removed the sock from her mouth.Elena protested with a loud cry.“Sorry, sweetheart. That’s not food.”Arielle took her daughter from him.“Thank you. At least one of us understands that socks a
A Letter for ElenaArielle had been staring at the same blank page for almost twenty minutes.The notebook rested on her lap, a pen between her fingers. Across the room, Elena was sleeping peacefully in her crib while Lucien sat on the floor, trying to assemble a small wooden toy.He had insisted he could do it without looking at the instructions.So far, he had been unsuccessful.“Are you sure that’s where the piece goes?” Arielle asked.Lucien glanced at her.“Yes.”“Because it looks upside down.”“It’s not.”She looked at the instructions beside him.“Lucien.”He sighed and picked them up.“Fine. Maybe I should check.”Arielle laughed and returned her attention to the notebook.Lucien noticed.“What are you writing?”“Nothing yet.”“Then why have you been looking at that page for so long?”She tapped the pen against her lips.“I want to write something for Elena.”He put the toy aside.“A letter?”She nodded.“I thought it might be nice to give her something she can read when she’s
Welcome HomeArielle had never been so nervous about leaving a hospital.She had spent the last few days getting used to the nurses checking on her and the doctors examining the baby. Now that they were finally being discharged, she found herself worrying about everything.Had they packed enough diapers? Was the baby’s car seat properly installed? Would she know what to do if the baby started crying in the middle of the night?And, most importantly, what if she made a mistake?“You’re doing it again.”Arielle looked up from the hospital bag.“Doing what?”“Thinking about twenty different things at once.”Lucien stood near the door, holding their daughter.Arielle sighed.“I’m just trying to make sure we haven’t forgotten anything.”“We haven’t.”“Are you sure?”He glanced at the bags.“Unless you’ve hidden something from me, I believe we’ve packed everything.”She gave him a look.“Very funny.”He smiled and approached the bed.“How are you feeling?”“Better. Just a little tired.”“Th
The Longest NightArielle woke up with a sharp pain in her lower abdomen.She shifted beneath the covers, hoping it would pass, but the discomfort returned a few minutes later.“Lucien.”He stirred beside her.“Hmm?”“I think something is happening.”His eyes opened immediately.“What? Are you okay?”She sat up slowly, one hand resting on her stomach.“I don’t know. I’ve been having cramps.”Lucien switched on the bedside lamp.“How long?”“Since a few minutes ago.”“Why didn’t you wake me?”“I thought it would stop.”He was already reaching for his phone.“Should I call the doctor?”Arielle nodded.“Let’s call first.”He dialled the number they had been given at the clinic. After a brief conversation, he ended the call and turned to her.“They want us to come in.”Arielle looked at the clock.It was almost two in the morning.“Now?”“Yes. They said not to wait.”Lucien got out of bed and began moving around the room.“Your hospital bag. Where is it?”“In the wardrobe.”He opened the
Chapter 3Arielle stared at her phone until the screen went dark.I know who you are.She hadn’t been Arielle Laurent when her father was alive. She’d been Arielle Beaumont. Her father’s daughter. The girl who’d lived in a house with a backyard and a tree swing and parents who smiled at each other
Chapter 2Arielle’s fingers curled into fists at her sides.“An opportunity,” she repeated slowly. “That’s what you’re calling this.”“What would you call it?” Lucien asked.“Insane. Desperate. Take your pick.”Something flickered in his expression. Almost like amusement. But it was gone before she
Chapter 1The coffee machine in the break room sputtered its last drops into a chipped ceramic mug. Arielle Laurent wrapped her fingers around the warmth and took a sip. Six forty-five in the morning. The eighteenth floor was still empty.Exactly how she preferred it.She carried her coffee back to
Morning came slowly.Arielle woke before the alarm on her phone.For a moment she stayed still in bed, staring at the ceiling while soft sunlight slipped through the curtains.Her mind was already awake.Too awake.Dinner with Lucien.The conversation.The question he asked.The way he stood so clo







