When Roseanne woke up in the morning, she found something hot touching her bare skin. As she opened her eyes, she found her body rubbing against his. Her brows furrowed as she realised that the hot thing that she just touched was Nicholas. His body was burning like a furnace. He had a high fever, but she couldn't tell until she checked it. She got off the bed and found a thermometer to check his temper. His eyes widened, seeing that he was having a very high temperature. Immediately, she went outside to call the doctor to check on Nicholas. His fever came out of nowhere, and it put everyone under worry. Although fever was not a significant disease, it was unusual for everyone to see Nicholas fall sick. He had never fallen ill for as long as they could remember. Ellora couldn't remember the last time when Nicholas had a fever. However, during Nicholas' sick face, Roseanne was taking care of him. She would feed him food, give him medicine on time and all the emotional support. Usuall
After that award event, Sabrina flew back to DC. She hated and regretted the moment she decided to go to New York to take the award. She should not have gone there. It was the biggest mistake of her life to go back when she decided that she should focus on her current life.Throughout the journey, she was engulfed by the nightmares of all the mistakes that she had made. She wanted to forget about them but she couldn't. It was difficult for her to remember the truths that she had buried a long time ago. When she reached, she saw servants and workers busy with their work. She was trying to find the person who could pull her out of the shit that she had created for herself. However, it was not her father. She was not even able to meet his eyes and tell him the truth. It was her stepmother. She knew that her stepmother would never judge her and had always cleaned her shit. Her stepmother had come to her rescue all the time. Even this time, only her stepmother could save her. “Where is
“Who do I need to bury now?” Bella asked her with a hint of sarcasm and boredom shining in her eyes. If somebody came to her for help, it was either to find something or hide it. She was excellent at this job, though she did not like to be known for this. She had far more skills that she didn't wish for the world to know. “Bella, please,” Sabrina begged her not to sprinkle salt on her wounds. Bella was the last person on earth that she would have come to help. However, nobody could help her in this aspect and thus, she had to go to her stepmother. “I do not have the urge to scratch your wounds. I was merely asking,” Bella said with a shrug. “Nicholas knows…”Sabrina said in desperation. “It won't be long until he will start digging into my past. What if he decides to dig into the time I left the USA? How will he react? I don't want him to find out anything. Please do something.” She never wanted anyone to know her secret. Especially Nicholas! If he knew about it, the consequence
Nicholas had recovered from fever, and he had started going to work. Of course, his family was not happy about this. They urged him to rest for one more day, but he graciously refused as he had more important work to do. “Mr Clarke…”Nicholas shook hands with the man he didn't think he would see after that day again. Mr Clarke delivered the news of Nathaniel's demise and shook the Hart family. “I didn't think I would see Mr Hart again.” The man said with a chuckle. Nicholas said, “Likewise.”He decided to meet Mr Clarke because of a considerable reason. If not, he would not have come to meet the man who considered the entire Hart family as his mortal enemy. Nicholas asked him a question, “Let me ask you a question, Mr Clarke.”Mr Clarke was sitting in a cafe. His coffee was untouched as he was looking at Nicholas and trying to read him. He could see that the young mafia head came with a job that he wanted from him. Nicholas questioned, “How important was Nathaniel to you?” Mr Cla
While Nicholas was unraveling the truth, Roseanne was at home, worrying about his health as he played with dangers. Of course, she knew he would be fine, but she couldn't help but worry about him. She made herself understand that he would be fine and tried to distract herself with random chores but her mind was still on him. She was picking up his clothes that he had scattered on the bed, sighing. His old habit of taking out tens of clothes from the closet and then deciding on one without putting the others back was still intact. How many times had she told him that she didn't like his habit? However, he didn't seem to understand it. Sometimes, she thinks that he does this intentionally to make her angry. Suddenly, Roseanne realized that she was muttering about Nicholas. And not just this, she was remembering their old times together without feeling bad about it. Instead of remembering the sad moments of their togetherness, she was recalling all the good moments, especially the on
"Why is this pretty lady with my Nicholas?" Coco inquired, pointing at the photo."That's his wife," Roseanne replied softly."Oh?" Coco's face fell, confusion clouding her features.“Nothing, mommy,”Coco said. “What's her name?”“Her name is Anne Rose Swift,” Roseanne answered. It felt weird for her to talk about herself to her daughter like she was a stranger. Anne Rose was not just anyone but her. A part of her that she killed a long time ago. “Like you mommy?” Coco asked after thinking. “She has a similar name like you.”“Yes, we do have a similar name, ”Roseanne whispered.Coco patted her mother's shoulder and said, “You are also pretty mommy.”Rosanne laughed. “What do you mean by ‘also’?Did her daughter think that she was feeling bad? It was not like that. It was just that she couldn't believe that an innocent child like Coco would find her old self pretty. She hated Anne Rose. Anne Rose was not beautiful and confident. She could be easily intimidated by people. She had a bad
Leon’s words had shattered Roseanne. As the kids left, leaving her the only one left in the room, tears began streaming down her cheeks. It was fueled by a deep frustration she could barely articulate. In this moment, she was utterly lost and was unsure of what she wanted or needed. There has been many moments in her life when she didn't know what she wanted but this particular moment made her helpless to the point that she never encountered before. “I don’t want to go back either,” she whispered, the words meant to be a scream but coming out as a barely audible plea. “What do I do?”Her eyes darted around the room, desperately searching for a trace of him. Even a shadow that might suggest he was still there. She wondered if his presence could have changed this, if he were here, would she still be crying alone?He had never been able to bear the sight of her tears. Each time a tear slipped down her cheek, he would gently kiss it away. That’s how he had been caring for her, with a ten
"Sir, the reports are here," Johnson said as he reached Nicholas’ office. His face was trying to uphold a mask of professionalism despite the urgency in his voice."What does it say?" Nicholas asked, barely able to conceal his anxiety. This moment consumed his mind, making it impossible to focus on anything else. The weight of the unknown had kept him restless, and the anticipation of the truth had been agonising him since yesterday. He had yearned to wait in the lab to know the results immediately, but other duties had forced him not to do so. "Please open it," Johnson urged, handing over the envelope with a gravity that matched the situation. He didn’t know whose DNA Nicholas had instructed him to match, but it was clear that the result was of utmost importance to his boss. Seeing his boss in urgency made him stressed too. Nicholas tore open the envelope with a sense of foreboding looming around him. As his eyes scanned the report's contents, his expression shifted dramatically. H