After a few minutes in shock, alone in the hotel room, Rosalie finally managed to get up. With determination, she dried the tears from her face and fixed her gaze on the door through which François had left. Her heart was still unbridled, but she knew she needed to pull herself together. With an instinctive gesture, Rosalie placed her hand on her chest, trying to calm the racing beats of her heart. As he thought about everything that had just happened, his mind was full of confusion. She looked at her wrinkled and untidy clothes, deciding she needed to pull herself together and look presentable. He carefully tidied up and left the hotel, having the permission of François’s men to leave. She swallowed it hard and left the hotel. There was no sign of François. Rosalie took a taxi and, during the journey, felt an immense emptiness in her chest. Tears did not yet come, but the feeling of loss and helplessness did not leave her. When he finally lay in his bed, the silence around him w
Rosalie stared at Louie with a fearless look, devoid of fear. In his eyes, he noticed a courage and a ferocity that made him retreat instinctively. It was as if, at that moment, Rosalie was able to face any challenge, and he felt surprised and cautious before this dominant posture of hers. The memories came to the surface, recalling the moments when she had demonstrated her determination to keep her bodyguard with her and to act firmly in situations that involved him directly. At that moment, Louie realized that it was not wise to irritate her further. She had shown herself strong and able to protect herself and face whatever was needed. You’d better not fight her now, he thought. With this perception, he chose to retreat, leaving her alone in his room. Rosalie remained calm, but inside, she felt relieved that he had finally left. That brief exchange of glances made her realize how tired she was of dealing with power games and people who underestimated her strength. While regainin
François stared at her with a look full of disapproval, as if he believed she was betraying Duncan’s memory by considering marrying Louie. Amid the tense silence, Rosalie chose to let him speak, allowing him to express her worries and frustrations. She knew that as much as François hated her at the time, she needed to stay focused on her goals and move forward with her decisions. "He saved me, however, does not understand my motives and is confused." François’s words resounded in her ears, but she remained silent, accepting the judgment he cast upon her. The marriage to Louie had been a strategy to buy time and protect her children, and Rosalie was willing to face the consequences of her actions. When she finally moved away from the cemetery, François held her arm lightly, holding it for a moment. Rosalie’s heart quickened before contact, not knowing what to expect from the words that would come next. "He looks so disappointed in me." " You are not worthy to be raising his childr
Rosalie Valois was overcome with indignation and unbelief. How dare François take his children from home? She felt hurt and challenged in her ability to be a good mother. Emotions consumed her, and she trembled at the situation she faced. Without hesitation, Rosalie hurriedly walked down the stairs with trembling hands, and headed to the landline on the wall. The heart beat uncompressed in his chest as he dialed François’s number. The anxiety was palpable, and every touch of the phone felt like an eternity. At the second touch, François answered, and his voice echoed in Rosalie’s ear. Anger and worry mingled in her words: " Where are my children, François? What do you think you are doing?" Your voice echoed through the phone, full of repressed emotion. Rosalie waited anxiously for the answer, but François remained silent. This only served to increase her irritation, and she continued to vent her frustrations: " Come on, you bastard! Bring my children back home immediately! I kn
Rosalie was determined to act firmly, and her determination was palpable. Every minute she spent, she relentlessly devoted herself to the investigation, sifting through each clue in detail, studying photos, analyzing documents and putting together pieces of a complex puzzle. The office he now worked in was his headquarters, full of evidence that could incriminate the dangerous mafia led by François. The long hours of work began to take their toll, and Rosalie felt the fatigue weigh on her shoulders. However, her resolve remained unwavering. The thought of her children without her impelled her to continue. As Rosalie scoured the last document, an important discovery caught her eye. It was proof that it could connect François directly to various criminal activities. A mixture of euphoria and concern took hold of her. Now she had what she needed to face François, but she also knew she might be taking risks in confronting such a dangerous criminal. After a pause to take a deep breath a
Rosalie felt suffocated by the situation. Every emotion seemed to weigh on her chest, like an anchor that held her in a sea of uncertainty and fear. Her heart was broken in the face of François' betrayal, and she struggled to contain the tears that threatened to fall at any moment. She got up from the office chair and walked to the room, seeking a moment of calm and reflection. Sitting on the couch, Rosalie’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. How could he do something so cruel, taking his children from home and putting them in danger? François’s harsh words echoed in her ears, and she wondered if he really believed she was not a good mother. Tears threatened to fall, but Rosalie forced herself to remain strong. She knew that regardless of François’s unfounded accusations, she loved her children unconditionally and would do anything to protect them. However, a quiet anguish took hold of her. She could not tell François the whole truth about her connection to Louie, as sh
When Rosalie entered the hotel, she went straight to the elevators. She wasn’t thinking about what she was about to do, she just waited patiently for her to get to François’s floor. Then, looking through the elegant corridors of the grand hotel, she searched for room 302. When she finally found it, the door was open, and the woman came in. Rosalie came across a beautiful bedroom, with large elegant red sofas, a beautiful chandelier on the ceiling. On a table there was a champagne on ice and two glasses. In the center of the room a huge bed with red silk sheets. Rosalie wore an overcoat on top, she took a deep breath and took it off, leaving it aside. Now she was only wearing black lingerie. There was no sign of François. Behind Rosalie, the man emerged from the other room of the luxurious bedroom. He paralyzed to see the woman with the lingerie standing with her back to him, looking at the bed. His waist was thin, and his body slender. His hair hung loose from his back like a c
Duncan looked at Rosalie, and the anguish in her face was palpable. She still begged to have her children back, and her words echoed in her mind. He felt even more confused in the face of this complex situation and full of conflicting emotions. "Why does she want her children back if she’s marrying my brother?" questioned himself internally, struggling to understand the reasons behind Rosalie’s actions. All that time, he really believed that she wanted only the free way to be with Louie, not caring about anything else. Thoughts ran over his mind, and he struggled to find an explanation for what he was witnessing. He did not understand why she was so desperate to get her children back, if she was willing to marry a man like Louie, who had done everything to destroy her. Duncan’s tumultuous thoughts were making him increasingly confused. When Rosalie saw François standing before her, staring at her with a gaze laden with mistrust and disdain, she felt a mixture of emotions take hol