Chapter 258. Rosealba pushed the door to her office open stepping in. Her heels clicked softly on the tiled floor, and Emilia followed right behind her, carrying a folder and her usual iced coffee.“Tell me you’re finally going to pick that book,” Emilia said, already eyeing the shelf in the corner.Rosealba glanced at the space where the thick, untouched manuscript sat, tucked between design catalogues and brand guides.She walked over slowly, her coat swaying with her steps. “I dropped it before.”Emilia raised a brow. “Yeah, because you were mad at your husband.”Rosealba turned, lips curved into a soft smile. “We weren’t married then. And we weren't talking. I didn’t want to write about love when I didn’t feel it.”“But now?” Emilia asked, dropping into one of the chairs and crossing her legs.Rosealba gently pulled the manuscript out and stared down at it. The cover was simple—just her name and the title. But the story inside… it was them.Inspired by her life with Drystan. The
Chapter 257. The moment Rosealba stepped into the company’s building, something shifted. It wasn’t loud, it wasn’t dramatic. But it was there—in the air. In the way people paused when they noticed her. In the way their heads dipped slightly, and how they quickly stepped aside to give her space.She hadn’t been to the office since the day that the accident happened, but she had known that everyone— even if not everyone a lot of people must have been aware that she was the owner of the company. After that accident. That day that still felt like a blur— everything else had followed…The healing. Her reconciliation with Drystan and the way he held her in the hospital. The tears they had fought, the ones they had shared. Then their wedding in Santorini. The vows, the quiet smile in his eyes when he called her “his sunshine” before placing the ring on her finger.Now she was back. Back in the same office where she’d once been just another face, walking through the crowd. Only that this t
Chapter 256. Straphine sat still in the velvet chair, one leg crossed over the other, her wine glass swirling lazily in her hand. The dim light from the candle behind her cast a soft, golden edge across her cold features—sharp cheekbones, full red lips, and eyes that hadn’t slept in days.Her eyes narrowed, anger scorching deep. She heard Dryatan and Rosealba traveled and all her freaking attempts to know where they went proved abortive. Stephanie was still lost in thought when all of a sudden, a knock came in on the door.Stephanie didn't flinch, didn't blink. She only sat still and took a sip from her wine. “Enter.” she commanded and the door creaked open.The moment the door opened she didn't look. She already caught a whiff of the person's cologne so she already knew something was wrong. She could feel it crawling across her skin, tightening around her ribs like a curse.The spy stood in silence, his boots still dusted from the road, eyes lowered like a man approaching a que
Chapter 255. Drystan and Rosealba stepped out of the second estate with the soft scent of pine still clinging to the air.Rosealba looked over her shoulder once more, smiling faintly at the building they just left behind. “Every estate gets better than the last,” she whispered, almost in disbelief.Drystan opened the car door for her, a slow smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Just maybe the third one will be better.”She turned to him, amused. “We shall see.”Their eyes locked, a quiet current passing between them. She slid into the car, still thinking of the dark staircases and warm walls of the last place… but what came next stole the breath from her chest.Because the moment the car curved through the stone-paved driveway of the third estate—Rosealba knew. She knew this was it. Her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened in disbelief, drinking in the building like she was starved for it.A black and cream stone estate stood tall across the land, its vast frame stre
Chapter 254. Rosealba’s head pressed against the mirror as she watched the city move in blurs. Her cheeks stretched into a beautiful smile as the memories of where she had left flooded her mind. Lake Como was a very beautiful place. Every inch of it had welcomed her in. But now, now they were returning back to their city. Their own real home. Drystan’s hand lingered on her thighs, lips stretching into smiles as he watched her quietly. She has been watching the city move in blurs like it was her first sight of it.Then all of a sudden, Rosealba turned to him, brows tugged into a gentle worry. “Where are we heading to?”Her voice was tiny, a mixture of worry and confusion. Drystan’s eyes moved around like he didn't know what she was talking about. They had taken a different route. Different from the route that led to their home. “It’s a surprise sunshine.” “Drystan!!!” Rosealba called, scrunching her nose gently. “I promise you will like it, sunshine.”Rosealba let out a soft
Chapter 253. The soft glow of morning spilled gently across the bedroom, kissing the linen sheets in gold. The air smelled faintly of brewed tea and warm croissants, and Rosealba stirred slowly beneath the duvet, eyes still closed.She didn’t need to open them to know he was there.She could feel him—the quiet energy of him moving across the room, the faint sound of porcelain touching the tray. Then came his voice, low and calm, the one that always felt like home.“Morning, sunshine.”A lazy smile pulled at her lips as she blinked up at him. “Day after Day, you keep getting better at this, you know.”Drystan grinned, setting the breakfast tray carefully across her lap as he sat beside her. “I had no choice. You keep waking up in my bed and refusing to cook.”A soft laugh tore past her lips, eyes gleaming. “I don’t cook for husbands who do everything else.”“Well,” he said, leaning in to kiss her forehead, “lucky for me, I’d rather feed you than let you burn the kitchen down.”Rosealb