The woman looked at the advertising in front of her, the marketing had done an excellent job in publicizing her new pieces. All the latest on the market. She was standing, partially sitting on her own desk behind her. In front of him, the picture with the marketing work, and Leonor was next to him. Rosalie had her hair tied back, and wore a dark coat. " When will this campaign be launched? " asked Leonor. The secretary replied promptly: " In a week’s time, ma'am." Rosalie did the math. Then the campaign of the new model of car parts of the Lecomte Group would come out earlier. " Get him out in two days. " she said. Leonor looked at her surprised, it was the same day that Lecomte’s campaign would come out. However, she would not miss launching at the country’s big car event. It was a great opportunity. " The Lecomte group will see this as a personal attack, the other companies do not launch their products on the same day as them." recalled the secretary. " I don’t care."
She trembled, smelling his pleasant, masculine smell. François had an overwhelming effect on Rosalie, making her feel nervous in her presence. The fact that he was so confident and self-assured could have something to do with it. The man seemed to desire her intensely, but when the woman looked into her eyes, there seemed to be something deeper and more complex behind her advances. Rosalie retreated, separating them both from that fiery closeness. The woman looked up to aim at those green eyes, determined to put an end to it. Even if I had given in that day by kissing him... I knew I wasn’t ready to stop being Duncan’s wife. It didn’t matter if he was dead. She opened her mouth, but before she could speak the words, he interrupted her: " Don’t say anything. I know what you’ll say, and I ask you not to." She blinked, unable to understand it, he was trying to silence her so he wouldn’t dismiss him? " I know you’re afraid of what you feel. I can’t just say not to, you don’t kn
Everyone in the lobby watched the woman, who was not intimidated by the looks or even the cameras. Rosalie knew that was her intention, to put her through that embarrassment, to punish her daughter for not giving up her money. Rosalie felt a knot form in her throat, every step she took toward the woman who was her mother. When Agrippina saw her approaching she turned immediately to her, her frown was visible. Your brother was at your side, and Rosalie knew that plan was his. " Finally! The great CEO of the Empire group is here. See how I’m dressed, touch my face and see how sweaty and sick I am. That’s what you get after caring for a daughter all your life. After dedicating my best years to a daughter, that’s what I get! " Agrippina exclaimed. Rosalie looked into the woman’s eyes, and without a word, nodded to the security guards waiting for her orders. She turned her back and just listened as her mother and brother were dragged out of the building. Rosalie knew that would be
They didn’t stay more than one night at the hotel. Duncan returned to his apartment and Rosalie to the manor. He felt a knot forming in his chest, but could not let those feelings shake him. The man took his place as the leader of the mafia, even though many of the criminals had been arrested and their illegal business had been discovered. He managed to get rid of those who still had some loyalty to their former boss. After a lengthy investigation, Duncan learned more about the kidnapping attempt. Duncan got a confession from the men who tried to kidnap Rosalie. They had been paid by someone from the Empire to kill her. It wasn’t a kidnapping like he imagined... Duncan went through the whole shed where all the mob men were lined up. He looked into the eyes of those men, and decided that he would use all that power to protect Rosalie, at some point, his enemy would have to emerge. Duncan used François' money to pay the men, and moved the mafia’s illegal business, generating
Rosalie clearly witnessed the inevitable unfolding of that situation. The kiss hovered in the air, as if it were destined to happen, and his heart began to beat wildly in his chest. A gasp escaped his lips, revealing his perplexity at what was about to unfold. As much as he tried to understand his own motivations, everything seemed to escape his grasp. The sight of the man leaning toward her made her shudder, not because she didn’t want that kiss, but because she desperately wanted it, and it terrified her. Without thinking twice, Rosalie raised her trembling hand and struck an audible slap against François' face. The sound of the impact reverberated in the air, plunging them into a sepulchral silence. The bright red on the side of the man’s face was visible evidence of the impulsive act he had just committed. She waited, tense, for the protest she hoped to receive in response. Uncertainty hovered in the air, as he did not know François well enough to predict his reactions, e
Rosalie Valois entered majestically the imposing Hotel Belavier, site that annually housed the prestigious business reception. Every step she took through the sumptuous lobby seemed shrouded in an aura of confidence and determination. As she headed towards the elegant salon, Rosalie’s eyes met a mixture of familiar and unknown faces, creating an environment filled with possibilities and meaningful encounters. His agile and insightful mind already outlined strategies for doing business and establishing valuable connections. Though she still felt a void in her heart, it was for Duncan to be by her side. The woman’s heart pulsed intensely as she finally entered the wide hall. Her delicate hands firmly held a small designer bag. Rosalie radiated elegance in her stunning black dress, whose V-neck highlighted her perfect silhouette. The thin straps showed off her delicate shoulders, giving her an irresistibly glamorous appearance. And to complete her impeccable ensemble, she proudly
Rosalie cast a piercing look into the eyes of her relatives, diving deep into their souls. The atmosphere of the party seemed to focus around her, as if everyone present were curious about her next moves. Her brown eyes fixed on the security guards positioned at a distance, and with a simple glance, she conveyed her silent determination for them to act. However, when the security guards found his gaze, a surprising absence of submission was reflected in his own eyes. It was clear that there was something else at stake. The men looked away and, as if they were following a pre-established script, directed their attention to Louie, who watched the whole situation with a satisfied smile. It was then that a thought crossed Rosalie’s mind: "So he bribed the security guards not to help me". Agrippina, relentless in her offenses, continued to inflict cruel insults, turning Rosalie into a target of ridicule before those present. Her own mother and brother, in an act of painful betrayal,
Rosalie watched the seconds creep before her eyes, witnessing the world around her slow down as if in slow motion. What she saw was the imposing figure of her brother, with clenched fists advancing towards her. In an instant, she found herself transported back to her terrible childhood, when she suffered at the hands of her older brother and was neglected by her mother. For a brief moment, the feeling of powerlessness reignited. She was no longer the respected and courageous CEO, nor the devoted mother of two. She had again become just a frightened little girl, helpless in the face of her brother’s fury. However, in the blink of an eye, something happened. An accelerated heartbeat brought with it the appearance of an imposing figure, wrapped in a black overcoat. His robust bearing projected an aura of mystery and determination. Without hesitation, the powerful fists of the figure collided with the brother’s face, causing him to instantly fall to the ground, stunned and unable to