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“Where is Nate?” Ellora asked. Nicolas answered, “I do not know.”Ellora began muttering something about the boy named Nate. She looked at Sabrina and said with a smile, “Go take Sabrina out. Show her around.”When Ellora was talking about Nate, she had a troubled look on her face as she knew that the boy was upto no good but when she turned to look at Sabrina, she appeared fine. Sabrina wondered if she had the magic to make people forget their worries or Mrs Hart was just proficient at it. In her case, the latter appeared to be the case. Nicholas just agreed and began showing her around while they entered another part of the house. Suddenly, someone came and Nicholas began talking to the man. He told her, “Why don't you roman around? I will be here. If you need me, just holler loudly.”Truth be told, she was not interested in touring his house. She just wanted to be with him. The feeling of Nicholas Hart showing his home to her was overwhelming and a girl who had been crushing afte
Flashback to pastVance said to his daughters before entering the threshold of the Hart family, “Girls, I want you to be on your best behavior.”He was establishing his image as a politician, and he wanted his family man image to be spot on. In this event, people from diverse fields were bound to come. He could not take any chances. He had not achieved the heights he did after becoming the president of the country. Right now, he was just a struggling politician. Beatrice pouted. ‘But daddy…”Vance softened his voice and said to his youngest daughter, “Bea, there will be a girl your age at the party. I will introduce you to her. Her name is Emery. You can be friends with her.”Usually, the kids stay home while he attends such parties with his wife, but for some reason, she was out of state, and he decided to bring his daughters as his companions. “Okay, Daddy!” Bea was young and sweet. Thus, she didn't make things difficult for her father. He turned to his oldest daughter and said,
"Sir, the reports are here," Johnson said as he reached Nicholas’ office. His face was trying to uphold a mask of professionalism despite the urgency in his voice."What does it say?" Nicholas asked, barely able to conceal his anxiety. This moment consumed his mind, making it impossible to focus on anything else. The weight of the unknown had kept him restless, and the anticipation of the truth had been agonising him since yesterday. He had yearned to wait in the lab to know the results immediately, but other duties had forced him not to do so. "Please open it," Johnson urged, handing over the envelope with a gravity that matched the situation. He didn’t know whose DNA Nicholas had instructed him to match, but it was clear that the result was of utmost importance to his boss. Seeing his boss in urgency made him stressed too. Nicholas tore open the envelope with a sense of foreboding looming around him. As his eyes scanned the report's contents, his expression shifted dramatically. H
Leon’s words had shattered Roseanne. As the kids left, leaving her the only one left in the room, tears began streaming down her cheeks. It was fueled by a deep frustration she could barely articulate. In this moment, she was utterly lost and was unsure of what she wanted or needed. There has been many moments in her life when she didn't know what she wanted but this particular moment made her helpless to the point that she never encountered before. “I don’t want to go back either,” she whispered, the words meant to be a scream but coming out as a barely audible plea. “What do I do?”Her eyes darted around the room, desperately searching for a trace of him. Even a shadow that might suggest he was still there. She wondered if his presence could have changed this, if he were here, would she still be crying alone?He had never been able to bear the sight of her tears. Each time a tear slipped down her cheek, he would gently kiss it away. That’s how he had been caring for her, with a ten
"Why is this pretty lady with my Nicholas?" Coco inquired, pointing at the photo."That's his wife," Roseanne replied softly."Oh?" Coco's face fell, confusion clouding her features.“Nothing, mommy,”Coco said. “What's her name?”“Her name is Anne Rose Swift,” Roseanne answered. It felt weird for her to talk about herself to her daughter like she was a stranger. Anne Rose was not just anyone but her. A part of her that she killed a long time ago. “Like you mommy?” Coco asked after thinking. “She has a similar name like you.”“Yes, we do have a similar name, ”Roseanne whispered.Coco patted her mother's shoulder and said, “You are also pretty mommy.”Rosanne laughed. “What do you mean by ‘also’?Did her daughter think that she was feeling bad? It was not like that. It was just that she couldn't believe that an innocent child like Coco would find her old self pretty. She hated Anne Rose. Anne Rose was not beautiful and confident. She could be easily intimidated by people. She had a bad
While Nicholas was unraveling the truth, Roseanne was at home, worrying about his health as he played with dangers. Of course, she knew he would be fine, but she couldn't help but worry about him. She made herself understand that he would be fine and tried to distract herself with random chores but her mind was still on him. She was picking up his clothes that he had scattered on the bed, sighing. His old habit of taking out tens of clothes from the closet and then deciding on one without putting the others back was still intact. How many times had she told him that she didn't like his habit? However, he didn't seem to understand it. Sometimes, she thinks that he does this intentionally to make her angry. Suddenly, Roseanne realized that she was muttering about Nicholas. And not just this, she was remembering their old times together without feeling bad about it. Instead of remembering the sad moments of their togetherness, she was recalling all the good moments, especially the on
Nicholas had recovered from fever, and he had started going to work. Of course, his family was not happy about this. They urged him to rest for one more day, but he graciously refused as he had more important work to do. “Mr Clarke…”Nicholas shook hands with the man he didn't think he would see after that day again. Mr Clarke delivered the news of Nathaniel's demise and shook the Hart family. “I didn't think I would see Mr Hart again.” The man said with a chuckle. Nicholas said, “Likewise.”He decided to meet Mr Clarke because of a considerable reason. If not, he would not have come to meet the man who considered the entire Hart family as his mortal enemy. Nicholas asked him a question, “Let me ask you a question, Mr Clarke.”Mr Clarke was sitting in a cafe. His coffee was untouched as he was looking at Nicholas and trying to read him. He could see that the young mafia head came with a job that he wanted from him. Nicholas questioned, “How important was Nathaniel to you?” Mr Cla
“Who do I need to bury now?” Bella asked her with a hint of sarcasm and boredom shining in her eyes. If somebody came to her for help, it was either to find something or hide it. She was excellent at this job, though she did not like to be known for this. She had far more skills that she didn't wish for the world to know. “Bella, please,” Sabrina begged her not to sprinkle salt on her wounds. Bella was the last person on earth that she would have come to help. However, nobody could help her in this aspect and thus, she had to go to her stepmother. “I do not have the urge to scratch your wounds. I was merely asking,” Bella said with a shrug. “Nicholas knows…”Sabrina said in desperation. “It won't be long until he will start digging into my past. What if he decides to dig into the time I left the USA? How will he react? I don't want him to find out anything. Please do something.” She never wanted anyone to know her secret. Especially Nicholas! If he knew about it, the consequence
After that award event, Sabrina flew back to DC. She hated and regretted the moment she decided to go to New York to take the award. She should not have gone there. It was the biggest mistake of her life to go back when she decided that she should focus on her current life.Throughout the journey, she was engulfed by the nightmares of all the mistakes that she had made. She wanted to forget about them but she couldn't. It was difficult for her to remember the truths that she had buried a long time ago. When she reached, she saw servants and workers busy with their work. She was trying to find the person who could pull her out of the shit that she had created for herself. However, it was not her father. She was not even able to meet his eyes and tell him the truth. It was her stepmother. She knew that her stepmother would never judge her and had always cleaned her shit. Her stepmother had come to her rescue all the time. Even this time, only her stepmother could save her. “Where is
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