Chapter 120The dinner eventually arrived, and Rosette and Khein prepared themselves for the news they were about to share. Rosette was bubbling with excitement, eager to reveal the joyous announcement. She felt more than ready to embrace motherhood, knowing that this time it would be a different and fulfilling experience. The scars from her past loss were still there, but they didn't paralyze her with fear. Instead, she faced the future with hope and gratitude for this newfound blessing.As she adorned herself with makeup, Khein couldn't help but express his admiration. "You look so beautiful, baby," he commented, watching her with affection.She rolled her eyes playfully and chuckled. "I always am, but thanks."His smirk only widened, and the exchange carried a lightness that reflected the love and joy they shared. In this moment of anticipation, Rosette's heart swelled with a mix of emotions—happiness, gratitude, and a touch of lingering apprehension. However, the positive anticipat
Chapter 121“Hi,” Rosette said, engulfing her younger brother, Xieb, in a warm hug as they arrived at his restaurant.“You’ve gotten quite thick, huh? You must be well-fed these days,” he teased, earning an eye roll from Rosette.“Of course. Duh.” She glanced back, noticing Khein observing them as they exchanged greetings. A smile played on her lips as she took a step back and wrapped her arms around Khein. “Babe, don’t just stand there. Introduce yourself to my brother.”Khein responded with a small smile and extended his arm for a handshake. “I’m Khein Bianchi, Rosey’s boyfriend. I suppose you are her younger brother, yes? Xieb Ivanov if I am not mistaken.”Xieb's gaze shifted to Khein, offering a tight smile. “Yeah. Nice meeting you.”The two men stared into each other’s eyes with a seemingly silent sparrow. Despite his initial reservations about men around his sisters, Xieb recognized the genuine affection between his sister and Khein. While a protective instinct lingered in the ba
“Alright, let’s settle already!” Xaire cheered, lifting the mood. “The food must be waiting for us.”Xavier's hand instinctively wrapped around Margarette’s small waist. Even after decades together, he never lost his interest and love for Margarette, his Wildflower. With four kids, his top priority remained his wife, the one who continued to brighten his world. While he loved his children dearly, he knew they would eventually create their own families, but he and Margarette would be each other’s constants for the rest of their lives.Xieb smiled and nodded at his father as they settled at the table.“Good evening, ma’am, sir,” Khein formally greeted, bowing his head in respect.Margarette gasped, her eyes filled with anticipation, while Xavier offered Khein a firm nod of acknowledgment.“You must be that boy, right?” Margarette asked, her eyes twinkling. “You’re Rosey’s boyfriend, aren’t you?”Khein flashed a shy smile as he blushed. There was no doubt that this woman was Rosette’s mo
Chapter 122The hospital room felt heavy with tension as Rosette sat on the bed, facing her father with a mix of guilt and determination in her eyes."Dad, I'm sorry," she apologized, her voice soft but resolute.Her father's stern gaze bore into her. "How can you be so reckless, Rosey?" he scolded. "Do you think you're ready for that?"Rosette looked down at her lap, her hand instinctively resting on her flat stomach. "I-I don't know yet, Dad. But I'm pretty sure Khein and I will be able to manage. Besides, I'm no longer young, we both have stable jobs, and we're now engaged. Though pregnancy is unexpected, it's already there."A heavy sigh escaped her father's lips. "When I agreed to have you borrowed by that motherfucker, getting you knocked up was out of the agreement. That boy clearly took advantage of the situation and had you knocked up! What a piece of trash! I should just have shot him in the head instead!"Rosette bit her bottom lip, her gaze distant as she recalled the chao
Chapter 124THE WEDDING—FINALE!The air in the dressing room buzzed with a mixture of excitement and nervous energy. Rosette, in her stunning wedding gown, stood surrounded by an air of anticipation. As she glanced into the mirror, her mother, Margarette, approached with a warm smile.Margarette delicately adjusted a few strands of Rosette's hair, her eyes reflecting a mix of maternal pride and sentimentality. "You look absolutely breathtaking, sweetheart," she said, her voice filled with a mother's tenderness.Rosette took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly. "Mom, I can't believe this day is finally here."Margarette enveloped Rosette in a gentle embrace, sharing a mother-daughter moment that transcended words. "You've grown into a remarkable woman, Rosette. Khein is a lucky man."As they held each other, Rosette's father, Xavier, entered the room. There was a distinct mixture of sternness and vulnerability in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the significance of this day.
PROLOGUEI don't know where I am. All I can see is nothing but darkness. I lost count of the days I spent in this room I am staying in. I'm so hungry—starving even. I couldn't even remember when was the last time I ate, or remember why I was here in the very first place.To be honest, I don't know. I just woke up one day and realized I was in total darkness. How did I end up here? That's also a huge question for me. I can't remember anything before this. It was as if the world had plunged into an abyss, and I was left floating in an endless void.Did I get kidnapped or something? Was I taken? The last thing I remembered was sleeping in my room after the last shift of my part-time job in the convenience store a block away from the apartment I was staying at.After that, none. I can't remember anything.Did I... die? But that's not possible because I can feel my whole body. I am even starving. I am not dead yet, but barely living.I tried to piece together the fragments of my memory, gra
I slowly opened my eyes as I heard hushed voices around me. My body felt sore and heavy despite the soft and comforting mattress I was laying in. My head was spinning and my throat seemed to be sore and raspy when I tried voicing out my thoughts.The first thing that caught my eyes as soon as I woke up was the mirror ceiling right through the bed. I stared at my own reflection. My body seemed to have lost a lot of weight the following days. My cheeks were almost hollowed and my cheekbones were awfully sowing. My green eyes seemed to have lost its color, and my usual short, blonde hair has grown so long and thick.I can’t move nor speak. Questions filled my head, but I couldn’t find the energy to speak out loud. At that moment, I just wished to sleep again and never wake up. It was as if I have lost all my motivation to continue living, which was pretty odd. Because why would I think of such a thing? I am a very positive person, and to think that I didn’t want to live anymore felt so g
I jolted awake, gasping for breath, my eyes fluttering open to the harsh reality of my bedroom. Sweat trickled down from my forehead, soaking through the sheets as I grappled with the remnants of a haunting dream—a nightmare that lingered in my waking mind. As I lay there, heart racing and senses on high alert, I couldn't shake off the lingering unease that the dream left in its wake. The echo of a distant scream, the shadows that danced malevolently in the corners of my mind—everything felt vivid and disconcerting. I took a deep breath, attempting to shake off the remnants of the nightmare. Yet, the tendrils of fear still clung stubbornly, leaving me with an unsettling awareness that the boundary between dreams and reality was thinner than I had ever imagined. "Good morning," a voice suddenly exclaimed, prompting me to turn my gaze towards its source. There stood a woman in her mid-twenties, adorned in what appeared to be a maid's uniform. A tray laden with breakfast delicacies res