LOGIN“Your marriage is like a fairytale, exquisite dinner dates, designer gowns, a husband who made the world believe in love.” they said. She smiled, knowing everything was a lie. If only they knew that behind the diamonds, the laughter, and the perfect photographs were scars she still pretended not to see. Anne-Marie Duval was born into a world of luxury and riches — heiress to Duval Scents, Paris’s most coveted perfume empire. Married to her childhood love, Louis Trottier, Anne-Marie believed her husband was perfect until she discovered he was more of a demon than human. Desperate to save her marriage and father's name , she offers him everything: her heart, her possessions, even a child but that only worsened everything. On the night that was meant to celebrate two years of forced love and marriage, Anne-Marie’s world crumbles before her eyes. Heavily pregnant, she never expected her anniversary party to turn into a public humiliation. The man she loved calls her a slut and declares his new mistress before everyone. When she wakes up, it’s not her husband by her side but a stranger her father sent to protect her. And waiting for her are divorce papers, scandalous headlines, and the cruel reality that the man she once trusted has stripped her of everything—even the company her father left her. Now, broken but not defeated, Florence vows to reclaim her dignity, her freedom, and make Louis Trottier pay for everything he had done. He may have destroyed their marriage but she will decide how their story ends. Will she succeed in her revenge plan or will the turn out of a new love story distract her? Find out..
View MoreAnne-Marie’s POVDinner had ended, but the tension just started If anything, it had thickened like something unseen had settled over the room, weaving itself into every glance, every unfinished sentence, every forced smile.I felt it most when I looked at Isla.She was watching me. As if she had been waiting for this exact moment all night.I set my glass down slowly, pretending not to notice. I had learned long ago that acknowledging people like Isla too quickly only gave them power.But she didn’t need permission.She approached me anyway.“Enjoying yourself?” she asked.Her tone was light, almost playful but her eyes betrayed her.I smiled faintly. “As much as one can at a family negotiation disguised as dinner.”She let out a soft laugh. “That’s one way to describe it.”We stood there for a second, the noise of the room fading into the background. I could feel it that shift. That moment right before something unpleasant reveals itself.“So,” she said, tilting her head, “you’re re
Louis’s POV The light switched on immediately when I entered , then I heard a voice which scared me.“You're finally back.” I turned to look at Isla. She was standing in the middle of the living room, perfectly still, like she had been waiting for hours.“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said.Her voice was calm, but there was something underneath it. Something sharp.I sighed, already exhausted. “It’s been a long day, Isla. I don’t want to…”“Apparently,” she cut in, taking a slow step toward me, “you had enough energy to chase after your ex-wife.”I froze and rubbed the back of my neck, trying to keep my tone even. “It wasn’t like that.”“It never is with you, is it?” she replied, her lips curling into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “You just happen to be outside when Anne-Marie is there. You just happen to follow her. You just happen to forget you have me.”“That’s not fair.”“Fair?” she echoed, and this time she laughed but it was hollow. “You want to talk about fair, Louis
Anne-Marie’s POV I had been awake since the small hours, long before the large bell struck 7AM . My laptop screen was the only real light, a cold blue square in the darkness of the living room, illuminating stacks of invoices, old contracts, and the half-finished rebranding proposals I could no longer bear to read.I was still trying to work on what was remaining of Duval scents. I would have long forgotten it but it carried my father's memories. It was his dream that Louis crashed in one night.My father’s name still carried weight in certain circles in Grasse and Paris, but weight alone did not pay the rent on the boutique or the salaries of the few loyal perfumers who remained. Louis, my ex-husband, the man I once believed loved me more than ambition had taken his pound of flesh in the divorce settlement. Half the distribution network, the most lucrative Middle Eastern contracts, the modern packaging facility outside Lyon. What remained was the original name, the historic recipes
Anne Marie's POV“I think you should brace up and go with the marriage. After all, he knows it's for business.”“ I don't trust them”“Obviously you shouldn't. Let's sit for a moment…the weather is pretty hot.” Leon advised.I sat on the weathered park bench, the late afternoon sun filtering through the canopy of oak leaves above us. Leonard was beside me, his enthusiasm, even though my mind was elsewhere tangled in the web of decisions I'd made recently.My phone buzzed in my pocket, shattering the moment. I pulled it out, glancing at the screen. Eric's name flashed across it, and a familiar knot tightened in my stomach. Leonard noticed my hesitation. "Everything okay?" he asked, his brow furrowing."Yeah, just... work stuff," I lied, swiping to answer. "Hello?""Anne-Marie," Eric's voice came through, smooth and insistent as always. "I need to see you. Now. There's a restaurant nearby—Le Petit Bistro on Rue de la Paix. Meet me there in fifteen minutes."I glanced at Leonard, who was
Anne-Marie’s POVI was trying my best to separate both brothers before Leon dragged me away from the chaos. Isla’s voice had turned shrill, pleading for them to stop, but neither cared. “ Come this way, mademoiselle,” he murmured under his breath,I didn’t fight him. I let him pull me through the
Louis Trottier's POV,Anne-Marie…five years have passed, yet she looked exactly the same, composed, radiant and beautiful.And beside her, my stepbrother, Éric Cerf who kept hovering around her. He didn't look at me once. Not when I entered, not when our father greeted me, not even when our eyes nea
Louis Trottier’ POV,Five years later…Après cinq ans, All eyes were on me as I delivered the final words of my presentation. Behind me, the new perfume, L’Âme Nuel, gleamed under the lights inside the box put up for display. There was a round of applause after the presentation which was expected.
### Anne-Marie’s POV,I didn't know how long I was unconscious but I could tell I was in the hospital even without my eyes open. I slowly opened my eyes to see myself in a large room with beeping monitors and wires attached to my vein. I felt pain all over my body that I bet it would take months fo






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