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18. The Fragrance of Redemption
UHASAHello readers, So, the gratitude of Michael toward Tuberose is seemingly so high. Can he meet his Tuberose ever? Let's see in the upcoming chapters. Thank you, everyone.
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Tuberose 19. I want to feel his breath
[1st month of book release date] Abigail's pov - I sat in my cozy study, surrounded by the comforting embrace of books lining the shelves. Soft light spilled from the desk lamp, casting a warm glow on the worn pages of my notebook. The success of "Fragrance of Love" had brought a whirlwind of emotions, and I found myself lost in contemplation, reflecting on the unexpected journey my life had taken. I had chosen the pen name Tuberose, a symbol of the fragrant beauty I sought to infuse into my stories. The world knew me as Tuberose, the elusive author whose words had touched hearts and ignited imaginations. But behind the pseudonym, I remained hidden, my true identity shrouded in secrecy. My thoughts turned to Michael, the man whose struggles had tugged at my heart. I had written the book without the intention of helping him, but of breathing life back into his spirit that had been dampened by business failures and a loss of reputation. But when I had approached him as Abigail, my tr
Tuberose 20. Again on the top
William's pov - "No, no, no. It can't happen. Look at the share rate. Pattinson Group is again touching my share—just a little margin to cross us. Today, we can lose our position. What are you guys doing? How did this happen?" I am yelling at my managers because of Pattinson's share rate rising. "Our share rate is not decreasing, Sir. But they are doing so well. Mostly, their two steps. One is a collaboration with Taylor Swift, the second is the book 'Fragrance of Love'. It's brought a booster to their share rate." I intend to throw a pen at him but I pause. "Do I pay you for praising their proposals? Or for submitting that kind of proposal." I want to break everyone's head. "We are trying our best, Sir." The Marketing Manager is bowing down. "I want to get the result, not try. Just go and do it. Pattinson Group was one of the lowest share rate Groups but today they are the leading one. So, go and do some work instead of praising others." I dismiss the meeting and come back to my
Tuberose 21. I want to be her smile
Abigail’s pov – Our performance is done. We are counting the collection by sitting on the bench on the spot. “It’s only $25.8 cents. You get only this after playing for so long.” He is surprised. “No, it’s so high as per my daily earning.” He is shocked. “Are you serious?” He is counting the coins again. “Hahaha… Yes, I am serious. If you count multiple times then it won’t increase.” I take my guitar and intend to play it again. “Are you going to play again?” I nod and start playing. I look at him and he is closing his eyes. A few people contributed to my collection in the hat. In a few minutes, my hand is aching badly. So, I stop abruptly. Everyone leaves just in a blink. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He is so worried. “Maybe I need time to use my hand properly. Yet, the hand is not so good. I can’t play the guitar anymore.” I am shaking my hand and he holds. “Let’s go to the doctor. He will give us some solutions or anything else.” He is massaging my wrist to fingers. “It’
Tuberose 22. Embracing Simplicity
Abigail's pov - I am really happy with him. He gives me a smile effortlessly. "Make me wear this one." He extends his left hand and I put the chain on his hand. Needed another spiral to adjust and it's looking so nice on this wrist. "It's beautiful." I chuckle and he comes to me. He gently puts the chain on my neck and moves my hair from the nape. His touch is giving me a thrill. I never liked this ever. "Done. It's really looking nice after putting it on your neck." He takes his seat whilst looking at my neck. For the first time, I am blushing for any man. "Thank you." And our coffee is here. We enjoy our coffee and keep talking about random things. "So, what is your next plan? Your graduation is almost done." Mick puts a severe line between our random conversations. "Now, I will check on jobs. Otherwise, anything I get first." I am thinking about what to do for real. "Why don't you join for an internship before trying for a real job?" I nod at his suggestion. "I can try that
Tuberose 23. The Enigma of Love
Ema's pov - As I sit in my room, my heart racing with anticipation, I can't help but think about Michael. It's been a month since that fateful day in the hospital, the day I first laid eyes on him. Since then, he has become a constant presence in my thoughts, my dreams, and even my social media feeds. I grab my phone and open my favorite news app, searching for any updates about him. My fingers tremble with excitement as I scroll through the headlines, hoping to catch a glimpse of his name or picture. It may sound obsessive, but I can't help myself. Michael has become an addiction—a captivating enigma that I can't resist. And then there are his pictures on social media. I find myself scrolling through his profile, studying each photo with an intensity that borders on obsession. His physique is nothing short of extraordinary—strong, chiseled features, a mesmerizing smile that can light up a room. I can't help but drool over him, my heart skipping a beat every time I see his posts. B
Tuberose 24. Fragile Hearts and Unwavering Love
Michael's pov - I sit anxiously next to Abigail in the doctor's cabin, my fingers tapping nervously against my thigh. The sterile scent of the room only adds to my growing unease. I've been dreading this day, the day we receive Abigail's after-recovery report. I can't help but worry about the implications it might hold. The doctor enters the room, a serious expression etched across his face. His presence commands attention, and my heart skips a beat as he begins to speak. "Abigail, I've carefully reviewed your test results and examined your progress. While you've made significant strides in your recovery, I must emphasize the importance of caution moving forward." Abigail nods, her expression serious as she listens intently. I can see the flicker of concern in her eyes, mirroring my own. The doctor continues, "The head injury you sustained was quite severe, and it's crucial that you avoid any further trauma to that area. Any subsequent injury to the same spot could potentially resul
Tuberose 25. Shattered Reputation
Michael's pov - I wake up like any other morning, the familiar routine providing a semblance of normalcy. As the warm water cascades over me in the shower, I let the thoughts of the day ahead settle in my mind. But little did I know that this day would be like no other, that it would unravel my world in ways I never anticipated. After dressing up, I make my way to the kitchen and grab a cup of coffee. As I sip the steaming liquid, I absentmindedly pick up my phone and open the news app. And there, in bold letters, I see a headline that sends shockwaves through my entire being. "Julie Files Molestation Case Against Michael: Sudden Success Blinds Businessman." My heart pounds in my chest, the words on the screen blurring before my eyes. Reporters are shown on the news, discussing my alleged misconduct, insinuating that my recent business success has corrupted me. I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of accusations and disbelief. The phone slips from my trembling hand as I struggle to c
Tuberose 26. Amidst the storm
Michael's pov - We are 15 minutes away from the office and its traffic signal. Suddenly, a crowd of reporters is in front of my car. The police order us to get in the way as others won't need to face trouble for me. I nod and park my car at the side. I came out with Jack from the car. "Please, don't utter anything which can cause any trouble. Please, I request." I nod and look at the reporters. The chaotic scene unfolds before me as I stand surrounded by reporters, their relentless questions and insults echoing in my ears. I had intended to make my way to the office, to salvage what remains of my crumbling reputation, but the swarm of media prevented any forward movement. Their vulturous presence engulfs me, leaving me feeling trapped and exposed. And then, like a twisted plot twist, Julie enters the fray, commanding the attention of the crowd. They flock to her, hungry for the next scoop, the next sensational headline. She steps out of her car, feigning a pitiful expression, clutch
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