All Chapters of ROSES ON FIRE: Chapter 71 - Chapter 75

CLARISSAPrior to his return to Paris, Pierre decided to spend one additional day with me in London. Continuing my revenge on both Milena and Hannah was my next step. I wouldn’t let it go that easily after they betrayed me. Pierre may have stayed to convince me to get over it and start a new life. It was out of the question. He arranged to meet me at the pub he frequented when he came to London. With cautious steps, I entered the pub, the dim light casting shadows across the room and the air thick with the unmistakable scent of stale beer and murmurs of conversation echoing off the walls. As I scanned the room, my eyes landed on Pierre, who sat at a corner table, his half-empty glass of whiskey glinting in the low light. As I made my way through the crowd, I could mask my footsteps with the low hum of chatter and clinking glasses.“Pierre!” I called out, sliding into the chair opposite him. “Thanks for inviting me. I could use a drink.”Pierre raised an eyebrow and signaled the bar

CLARISSAWith a heavy heart, I prepared Pierre’s body for his last journey to Paris, the city where he was born.Because there was no one else available, the hospital released his body to me so I could prepare him for his last journey. I had in my possession the document that allowed his travel to Paris.And here he was, in front of me, in an iron casket, ready to embark in his personal jet for the last time. I instructed the pilot about everything and handed him the papers along with a letter I wrote to his family.“Please, take good care of him!” I told the man as he was literally crying. He had been his personal pilot for like 15 years.“Don’t worry Miss Ward. Mr. Trottier will arrive safely in his home and I will give his family the letter from you! Goodbye, Miss Ward.”My heart hurt like hell watching the plane take off and disappear high into the sky.Last night, I wrote a letter to Pierre’s family. It was tricky because I wanted to tell the truth, but not the scary stuff. I tol

RICCARDOOh my God, that voice! The voice that was full of warmth and tenderness had the power to move my soul deeply. While I was at the cemetery, my heart was pounding as I stood there staring at the woman in the wheelchair before me. I couldn't believe what was happening. It was her, the mother who I had assumed was no more in my life for several years. I had been carrying her photo with me, a fading recollection of a face that was hardly recognizable. And now, here she was, standing so close, so alive.“Mom?”A whisper, filled with both disbelief and hope, escaped my lips. As I cautiously approached her, a strange combination of excitement and trepidation filled me. She cast her gaze upon me, her eyes shimmering with tears, and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. It was a smile that carried years of longing and loss, a smile that I thought I would never see again.“Son…” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.“How is this possible?” I continued in disbelief.It was a