All Chapters of The Return of the French Tycoon: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Beatrice lifted her carefully selected glass of red wine from the Bordeaux wine region, allowing the candlelight to dance through the liquid ruby with an almost mesmerizing serenity. His blue eyes, deep as the ocean in the midst of a storm, remained fixed on Valentin Beaufort, the man with whom he was destined to share his life.— Valentin, this town has no connection with me, and I confess I’m perplexed by the importance you attach to it. Do you honestly believe that I would stay here, obeying your orders as a submissive wife? Do you really plan to start a conflict just to control this place?Valentin, with her ambitious and ruthless nature, deeply respected Beatrice’s determination. He knew that there were more than words in his actions, and behind the facade of an arranged marriage, he saw a woman with an unbreakable will.He took a step towards her, keeping his dark eyes locked in hers, in a silent duel of determination. He admired the fact that she did not surrender easily, and m

The moment the plane took to the skies, Rosalie felt a deep, gloomy void take hold of her chest. It was as if the world around her faded, and she found herself trapped in a reality where cruel fate would forever separate the man she loved from her life.Her gaze was fixed on Duncan, fallen on the rain-soaked ground, and anguish enveloped her like a cold cloak. It was an image that would be etched in her mind forever, an image that would haunt her for all eternity.Oh, Duncan, how foolish she had been. Rosalie ran towards the airport as soon as she learned he had located Victor and Louie. He knew, with grief in his heart, that Duncan was about to commit an act of revenge that would haunt him for the rest of his days. She did not want him to carry the weight of another tragedy in his soul already marked by violence and bloodshed.Suddenly, inside the plane, Rosalie found herself abruptly dragged by Victor, who spoke threatening words towards her. The woman fought with all her might agai

When the plane finally landed, Rosalie felt the weight of uncertainty on her shoulders. He was now in a foreign country, far from his homeland, and was unsure if Duncan had been able to track the plane’s path. The sense of helplessness consumed her, and she wondered what Victor planned for her destiny.Louie, the dark accomplice who had dragged her into this nightmare, held her by the arm, a continual reminder of the violence hanging over her. The image of the shot echoing in the aircraft and the woman falling inertly remained vivid in his mind. That woman had paid the ultimate price for being connected to Rosalie, and that responsibility weighed on her shoulders.With a glimmer of hope, Rosalie looked at the landing site, considering the possibility of sending a distress signal to anyone who could help her. However, before she could even formulate a strategy, Victor stood before her, holding her by the chin with a force that made her face him.His gaze was icy, and his words were a t

Rosalie was dragged with brutality to a room that looked more like a prison, where a constant coming and going of women came and went, as if they were participating in a sinister ritual. The environment, although spacious, conveyed a sense of oppression. The light walls, although beautiful, seemed to close on it, making the space even more claustrophobic. In the center of the room, a majestic canopy bed dominated the scene, and a large, luxurious mirror, reflecting the agony in Rosalie’s eyes, adorned one of the walls.In the corner of the room, strategically positioned as a sinister trophy, was a long wedding dress, a masterpiece of pure silk. The bust of the dress was precisely carved, a straight cut that unfolded elegantly in a long tail, which flowed like a river of satin.Rosalie needed no explanation to understand what was happening to her at that distressing time. While one of the women, with agile and ruthless hands, pulled her hair in attempts to create a hairstyle worthy of

Rosalie saw everything around her happen so slowly that for a moment she believed she was the one getting shot. The scene unfolded before his eyes like a slow motion movie, and the feeling of imminent farewell hovered in the air.It was her from that world, and all she could think of was that it was just that her last vision was the face of the man she loved so hard. His heart seemed frozen in his chest as he faced what seemed to be the imminent end. She only regretted not being able to see the faces of the children one last time, but in those circumstances, it was a gift that they were not there, sparing them this scene of violence and danger.Then she fell back, her body being pulled by Louie, and they both hit hard against the cold, hard ground. The pain of his impact was like a shock to his body, but the adrenaline still pumped hard into his veins.Rosalie still felt Louie’s hands on her, her presence dominating her field of vision, and only when she heard Duncan’s voice did she r