Anne rose: "To burn with the fire of unrequited love and keep hoping for it to be returned one day is the greatest punishment one can bring on oneself." My life took an unexpected twist when I married the enigmatic billionaire, Nicholas Hart. Despite sacrificing my dreams and family for Nicholas, our marriage remains loveless. A glimmer of hope emerged when I discovered that I was pregnant after four years of marriage but a shocking revelation in his office shatters all of my illusion of happiness – his first love has returned after five years, reigniting old flames. Maybe, I was never enough or I was just not her. After four years of endless devotion and love, I realized my husband's heart belongs to another woman, instigating me to make a heartbreaking decision of divorcing him. Nicholas Hart has burned me with the fire of his betrayal and I was nothing but ashes. I made the most reckless decision to leave him– I faked my death to leave the man who refused to leave me even after shattering my heart into tiny unfixable pieces. ….. Nicholas Hart: She was the best thing that ever happened to me and I realized when it was too late. In the end, she became all of my 'I wish' and 'what ifs'. …. Five years later, Anne Rose Swift is living her life as Roseanne De Luca with her son in a foreign country, away from Nicholas' world. An incident causes their worlds to collide again. Will Anne Rose give another chance to her husband? Or will she move on with her new life? Are they still bound by the thread of fate? Or would they cause immeasurable pain to each other's heart again?
View More“Hey, buddy?” Mrs Taylor said as she peeked into Leon's room. He was using his computer. He out his headphones down and looked at her. She said with a wide smile, “Are you happy to see me?”“Why would I be?” He asked in a very grumbling tone. He dropped the bomb, “We are not even friends.”She gasped. How could someone be so young and brutal with words? He could not just break her fragile heart! He added, “We broke up.”Now it was getting too much. She was not going to approve this break up. She said to him, “Just like I don't remember when we became friends, I don't remember breaking up either.”She added, “I know you are happy to see me. Show it on your face.”He gave her a fake smile. Hah! “Can you forgive me?” she asked in a soft tone. Of course, a hard tone was not going to work on him. After all, they both were the same kind of people who didn't take hardness well. He said with an attitude, “Only on one condition.”She was ready to do anything for his forgiveness, “Okay. I
Roseanne went to the living room in the afternoon as she was busy the whole day helping the children study. The online school had been helping them keep everything on track. They liked and hated it at the same time. They hated that they could not meet friends at school and liked that they did not have to go to school every day. She heard voices of laughter coming from the living room and was surprised to see Mrs Taylor and Beatrice sitting there with Ellora. She greeted them as their eyes met. Beatrice was just polite on the surface and ignored her while Mrs Taylor came to talk to her. “Can I meet Leon?” Mrs Taylor asked. They were acting as if nothing had passed between them and they were as normal as ever. Roseanne nodded, “Umm, sure. He has been wanting to talk to you for a long time. But since you are busy, I did not disturb you.”If she judged this woman on one incident, she would make a mistake. She didn't want her anywhere near Leon but she couldn't forget that Mrs Taylor t
On the other hand, two assistants were baffled to see her so upset. They had not expected her to see her so upset suddenly. She went outside and saw her husband busy with official work and went to her bedroom. She wanted to be coaxed by her husband, but she didn't do anything since he was really busy with work. On the way, Beatrice encountered her, but seeing the latter's face like this, she didn't comment anything. When she met Sabrina, she said, “Did Dad scold our stepmom?”“Why?” Sabrina asked. She didn't hear any loud commotion outside. One could not just scold Mrs Taylor and get away with it. The woman would make such a big scene, and you would wonder why did you had to start an issue with her. However, when it came to her husband, she always made a relatively less issue. “She looked pathetic,” Beatrice said with a chuckle, “It only happens when he scolds her and she has made a huge mistake.”Truth be told, Beatrice claims to hate her stepmother. However, it was not entirely t
"Mr. Leon, there is a call for you." A maid entered his room and handed him the phone.Leon answered, "Hello?"He had an inkling of who was on the call. Not many people could call Hart House and request to speak with him. Even his old friends didn't call him anymore since he moved to the USA. "Hey, why did you email me instead of calling?" Mrs. Taylor asked abruptly.Without even a greeting, she fired the question, expecting a direct answer. Only Leon could understand her language truly, and he didn't need to pretend like everyone else. He understood her because they were similar kinds of people: blunt, rude, fussy, and cranky. They liked things to be according to their own preferences. They also understood things if someone tried to explain without making them feel stupid for their actions. If treated in the right manner, they were capable of doing anything if asked.“Did you give me your number?" he asked. How could he call her when she left him without communication? Shouldn't she
A few days later. Leon came to Roseanne and asked, “Mommy, can I visit Bella?”Roseanne furrowed her brows. “Bella, as in Mrs Taylor?”Leon nodded his head. “What for?” She asked him. She could not understand Leon's sudden interest in Mrs Taylor. Of course, she knew that Mrs Taylor was a regular visitor at their house when she was in hospital. According to Nicholas, she greatly helped Leon when he had shut himself in his world. “I don't know, but I want to meet her,” Leon said. He was being stubborn right now. He wished to meet her so much. “Sweetheart, we cannot just go to someone's home,” Roseanne told him. “She is now the first lady of the country. If you need to meet her, you need permission.”“Nicholas will get me permission if you tell him, ”Leon said. “He can,” Roseanne said. “But why shall we disturb him? He is busy with work.”Leon acted willfully, “Mommy, I really wanna meet her.”She sighed, “I know, son. However, it's hard to see her.”“Can you not do anything?”He ask
“What are you doing, Nicholas?” Roseanne said, narrowing her eyes at him. “I'm trying,”Nicholas sighed. “Look at me.”Roseanne looked at him with narrowed eyes. He had smeared his clothes with flour. They were standing in the same kitchen setup that Nicholas had made for her a few days back. One day, he asked Roseanne to teach him how to bake. Who would have thought that she would jump at the idea? He agreed the next day that he was a little tipsy when he said that. But she was in no mood to listen. These days, he had to attend baking classes with her where she was strict and dare he said a violent teacher. If he messed up salt with sugar, she would hit him with a spatula! He felt betrayed and violated. He even saw kids giggling to each other when Roseanne would scold him for mixing salt and sugar. In his defense both were white, transparent and both dissolved in water. When he gave this argument and logic to her, he earned another spatula shot and this time on his ass. He swore t
"Where are you taking me?" Roseanne inquired, her hand intertwined with his as he guided her across the vast expanse of the mansion. She had forgotten the sheer magnitude of the estate. What wonders lay within its walls that unseen by the world outside? The mansion boasted a private pool, a golf course, and a stable at the back where the finest horses were housed.Nicholas led her towards the stable, his gaze filled with anticipation."Just follow me," he whispered, a hint of excitement dancing in his voice.She sighed but followed him, her curiosity piqued as they arrived at the stable."What are we doing here?" she asked, puzzled."Can you trust me?" Nicholas questioned, his eyes searching hers.She pouted but reluctantly nodded her head.Leading her to the other side, Nicholas revealed a sight that took her breath away—a small foal frolicking on the ground, its pristine beautiful white coat shimmering in the sunlight."Is it for real?" she whispered, hardly daring to believe her e
"Nicholas," he heard his mother's voice from the doorway."Yes?" Nicholas turned to face her."Did you see Roseanne?" Ellora asked, her tone tinged with worry."Not yet," Nicholas replied. "What happened?""Nothing. I went to her room and she wasn't there. The children aren't there either," Ellora said, her panic evident."Mom, she might be out somewhere," Nicholas reassured her. "She wouldn't leave home without telling you."Ellora sighed. "I'm sorry for making you panic, but lately my heart has been unsettled. Until I see them every morning, I cannot rest in peace."Nicholas nodded understandingly. She took a deep breath before continuing, "What will we do when they have to go back to Italy?"Truth be told, Nicholas hadn't thought about it. He didn't wish to think about it. Just the thought of Roseanne and the children being away from his sight was enough to cause him anguish. If it were up to him, he would beg her to stay with him always. However, he didn't know if he could do this
Coco looked up at her with tear-filled eyes, and Roseanne continued, her own voice choked with sorrow. "But even though Daddy isn't here with us physically, he will always be here in our hearts. He loved you more than anything in this world, Coco. And even though he's not here, his love for you will never fade."Coco buried her face in her mother's chest, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I miss him so much, Mommy," she sobbed."I know, sweetheart," Roseanne whispered, her own tears mingling with Coco's. "We all miss him. But we have each other, and we'll get through this together. And Daddy will always be watching over us, keeping us safe and loving us from wherever he is.”Emery's wedding would come back to her mind every night and she would cry for her father but she would always be thankful that he came to meet her. She was scared that she was going to forget the details about her father and their time together. Thus, everyone night she would write their conversation in her notebo
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