LOGINMay brought the full glory of spring. The roses flourished in the garden, Apple trees already carried small fruits, and the air was filled with Bird singing and the scent of fresh grass. The days were long and golden, Evening mild and welcoming. In the Voss House there was a living, joyful energy. Lucas had an important Decision made: He would start a dual training in the Voss Group – a combination of practice and study. He radiated it to the family Dinner told me. “I want to earn it,” he said determinedly and looked at his father. ‘Not only because I am your son. I want to learn how everything really works.” Alexander slowly nodded, a deep pride in his eyes. “This is the right Decision. I am very proud of you, Lucas.” Sophie sat next to him and pressed his hand. The two were now solid, strong pair. She brought rest in Lucas’ life, and he gave her the feeling of Adventure and security. Emilia, who was home for the weekend, smiled at her family. “It feels as if everythi
April was seen from its most beautiful side. The garden of the Voss house was a only sea of flowers. The apple trees were full of splendour, the Magnolias glowed pink-white, and the first rose buds opened tenderly. The air was filled with the sum of bees, the scent of fresh flowers and the cheerful laugh the children. On a particularly sunny Saturday the family organized a large ‘Frühlingfest-Tag’. The table on the terrace bog under fresh salads, grilled vegetables, self-baked bread and a large strawberry variety. Lucas and Sophie helped grill, Emilia reads Luna a spring fairy, and Elias painted a huge picture of the flowering meadow. Alexander stood at the grill and watched his big family with a deep, quiet Lucky. Lena joined him, slept his arms from behind around his waist and kissed his Back. “It becomes more beautiful every year,” she whispered. Alexander turned and kissed her tenderly. “Because we are together. And because our children find their own ways without f
Spring reached its most beautiful peak. The apple trees were full Flower, the garden was a sea of white, pink and delicate green. The air was filled from the sum of bees and the scent of fresh flowers. In the Voss House became Easter prepared – the first great spring festival of the year. Lena and the girls had the house with self-made Easter bunnies, colorful Eggs and spring rings decorated. Lucas helped Alexander, a great Easter fire to prepare in the garden while Elias a huge Easter picture for the whole family malte. Luna ran excitedly through the garden and hidden colorful eggs for the big Search on Easter Sunday. Emilia had come from Oxford over the extended Easter weekend. She saw relaxed and radiant when she arrived on Good Friday. The whole family welcomed they with hugs, laughs and tears of joy. “You become more beautiful every time,” Alexander said, holding his oldest daughter long firm. “And smarter.” “I missed you so much,” Emilia whispered. “Oxford is great
March passed into a bright April. The Garden of the Voss House turned into a sea of colours – yellow scars, purple crocuses, pink and white magnolien blossoms and the first delicate apple blossoms on the big tree. The air was filled with the sum of bees and the scent of fresh earth. On a sunny Saturday morning the whole family rose early. Alexander had decided to make the day a “spring awakening day”. Together they planted new flower beds, cut back the roses and built a new Upbeet for vegetables. Lucas worked concentrated next to his father, Sophie helped with the girls, and Emilia (who was home again over the weekend) photographed everything with a happy smile. Luna ran through the garden with a small bucket of rainworms and cried proud: “The help the flowers!” Alexander laughed loud and lifted her up. “You are our little gardener.” Later on the day they sat all exhausted, but happy on the terrace. Fresh Strawberries from the greenhouse, homemade cakes and cold lemonade
March finally brought the right spring. The sun seemed warm from heaven, the last snow remains were melted, and the garden literally exploded into Colors. Snow bells, crocs and the first scars bloomed around the bet. The air smelled like fresh earth, flowers and new beginnings. The family used the first really warm Saturday for a large garden and Clean up. Alexander worked with Lucas and Elias on the old shed while Lena prepared the beds with the girls. Luna ran with a small bucket full of snails through the garden, Aurora and Sophia planted first Flowers and Emilia (who had come over the weekend) helped with and made countless photos. “It feels like a restart,” said Emilia smiling as she with her father together wiped off the terrace furniture. “Every year in spring I notice how much I need this.” Alexander nodded and laid an arm around her shoulders. “This house will always be yours Be at home. No matter how far you go.” Lucas and Sophie worked together in the vegetab
February leaned towards the end, and the first tactical signs of spring in the Voss garden. Here and there are snow bells piercing through melting snow, the days became noticeably longer, and the air already wore one Freshness and renewal. There was a gentle mood in the house. Lucas had his first internship phase successfully completed in the Voss Group and radiated with pride, when he told about it in the evening. Sophie was almost an integral part of the family became – she helped with homework, baked with the girls cookies and brought Lucas to laugh when he got too serious. Emilia sent photos from Oxford almost daily and planned her next vacation Home. “I miss the quiet evenings at the fireplace,” she wrote. And yours Faces.” On a mild Saturday afternoon the whole family went to the forest. The snow was almost completely melted, and the first crocuses were already blooming. Luna ran before and collected the small purple flowers, Aurora and Sophia braided wreaths, Eli
Julian Blackwood’s Penthouse was high above London, with a stunning View of the glistening city. The lights of the metropolis were reflected in floor depth windows, while Emilia Voss stood at the glass front, the heart still always racing from the ride here. She actually wanted to leave. She ha
Emilia Voss stood in front of the mirror in her penthouse and was nervous about the black, tight dress she had chosen. It was elegant, but dangerous — deep cut, with a slit that exposed her leg every step. You knew she was taking a risk. Julian Blackwood was the enemy. The Son of Mannes, who wa
The Grand Hyatt ballroom in London sparkled like a diamond. Crystall desert from the ceiling, champagne flowed into streams, and the elite of the European The business world was touched by dimensional suits and expensive evening dresses. Emilia Voss stood at the edge of the dance floor, a glass
12 years later Emilia Voss was 21 years old and had just studied business at the University Oxford completed with award. She was the perfect heir: intelligent, ambitious, with her mother's charisma and her father's unreasonable strength. But behind the perfect facade she wore a quiet longing —







