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
Rosalie walked the busy streets of the city, immersed in her thoughts, as hurried people passed by. The noise of the cars filled the air, merging with the icy wind that touched his face. She repeatedly wondered why François was so intent on protecting her. "Maybe he was in love with me?" Amid the frenzy of urban life, Rosalie felt guilty for harboring feelings for François. After all, Duncan had been his great love, and the pain of his loss still echoed in his heart. It was hard for her to accept that her heart could belong to someone else, especially someone Duncan seemed to like. As doubt and confusion haunted her, Rosalie suddenly heard a familiar voice cutting the noise around her. It was the voice of François, who had followed her there. Her heart leapt into her chest, and she turned to find him standing before her. In her eyes, Rosalie saw a mixture of determination and concern. It was as if François was willing to face the whole world to protect it, to keep it safe. That
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
Rosalie walked the busy streets of the city, immersed in her thoughts, as hurried people passed by. The noise of the cars filled the air, merging with the icy wind that touched his face. She repeatedly wondered why François was so intent on protecting her. "Maybe he was in love with me?" Amid the frenzy of urban life, Rosalie felt guilty for harboring feelings for François. After all, Duncan had been his great love, and the pain of his loss still echoed in his heart. It was hard for her to accept that her heart could belong to someone else, especially someone Duncan seemed to like. As doubt and confusion haunted her, Rosalie suddenly heard a familiar voice cutting the noise around her. It was the voice of François, who had followed her there. Her heart leapt into her chest, and she turned to find him standing before her. In her eyes, Rosalie saw a mixture of determination and concern. It was as if François was willing to face the whole world to protect it, to keep it safe. That