DESTINY | Kylian Mbappè

Chapter 33

We drove from the hospital to Rose's apartment and we didn't find her.l can't go home , l need to find Rose .

I desperately dial Gregory's number, hoping he can help me track her down. "Hey, Gregory, I need your help. I need to find Rose," I plead.

"What's going on, Petite?" Gregory asks.

"I went to her apartment, but she's not there. I need to submit some documents regarding the case to her urgently." I explain.

"Okay, let me call her. Hold on." Gregory pause before returning to the line. "She's at a modeling gig at Palais Garnier . Let me send you the location."

I grab the car keys and start the car. "Let's go," I say to Kayle.

What ever it takes.

As we arrive at Palais Garnier , the grand entrance looms before us. "Sorry, ladies, but if you're not on the list or don't have access cards, you can't get in." The security officer states, his eyes scanning us dismissively.

Kayle flash him a dazzling smile. "Oh, come on. Surely you can make an exception for us?"

The guard remained unmoved, his gaze fixed on his clipboard. "Policy's policy. No access cards, no entry."

I feel my anger simmering.We drove two hours for the security officer to tell us this.Kayle intervens, her voice soothing. "Pia, let me handle this." She turns back to the guard. "You know... Bet you've seen a lot of beautiful faces of models tonight, but have you ever talked or hung out with one?"

The guard's expression softens, his eyes locking onto Kayle's. "Well, not really..."

Kayle is trying to flirt with him to let us in but l'm contemplating to shove him out of the way.I need to find Rose Bertham and l'm afraid with the anger within me ,l'll strangle her the moment l see her.

Kayle tilts her head, her gaze captivating. "You wouldn't want to miss out on meeting a few tonight, would you? I have model friends in there, and I can arrange for you to..."

The guard shifted uncomfortably, his professionalism wavering. "I really can't.."

Kayle cut him off, her voice husky. "How about this? Let us in for just a few minutes, then later on, I'll set you up with one of my model friends..."

The guard hesitates then sighs. "Alright, but just for a few minutes. And if anyone asks, you're with me."

We slip past him into the opulent venue, surrounded by fashion's elite. Everyone seems to be dressed to impress, while Kayle and I stuck in jeans and sneakers. I don't care; my focus is on finding Rose.

Every step feels like a trespass as if we are crashing into a VIP party as our sneakers squeak on the polished marble .

But my anger is boiling over.Towards Rose Bertham.

We spot the backstage area and made our way toward it. The flurry of makeup artists, stylists, and assistants buzzing around. I scan the room, my eyes narrowing as I spot Rose adjusting her outfit in front of a mirror.

I stride toward her, my footsteps barely audible over the cacophony of the backstage. "Rose Bertham, we need to talk. Now." I demand.

Rose turns, her eyes widening in surprise. "What are you doing here? You followed me?l don't like where this is going."She tosses her make up brush aside.

"Listen ,l told you this before ..l don't have time for this case with Gregory. I don't think it's safe for him to see my daughter right now,"She lowly says , maybe for other models not to hear her . "He hasn't been involved in months; it's confusing for our daughter ."

l step forward. "Its not about that.Its about the truth."

She turns away from the mirror. "What are you talking about?What truth?"

I pull out the ultra sound scan ,Rosaline prenap documents from my bag, holding it up for her to see.

My hands tremble with rage."You manipulated Kylian with a fake pregnancy, using your sister's ultrasound to deceive him," I spat, struggling to contain my anger. "You nearly destroyed his life,his career and sabotage our relationship with your vicious lies. How could you be so heartless, so calculating?" I feel my fingers curl into fists, aching to lash out at her. The thought of Rose's lies makes my blood boil.

Rose's face changes from irritation to defensiveness and turns away from the mirror. "You don't know what you're talking about!"

I step closer, my voice low but firm. "You know it's true. Either you come clean to him yourself, or I expose everything. I have no problem making sure the public and your modeling agency knows about this."l look around to the model preparing then back to Rose "Your career could be on the line."

"What's wrong with you?Trying to ruin my life.."Rose sneers.

"You are so sick ,you almost ruined our lives Rose with your lies !"

"Five mins left." A speaker says through the backstage.Time for the models to go the spotlight.

Rose is breathing so heavily now.

"I guess the media will have fun with this headline. Belgium model ,Rose Bertham tried to trap the French footballer Kylian Mbappe with a fake pregnancy. I wonder what it will do to your reputation.."l mockly laugh.

Rose's eyes darts around the bustling backstage environment, her breathing heavy. "Fine," she whispers, "I'll tell him the truth and you better keep your word it shouldn't reach the media."

I smile coldly. "Not just that. Tomorrow at 20:00 pm, you'll come to our apartment and confess to Kylian."

"20:00pm."l repeat.

"I get it.."She interrupt.Models starts to move to the stage .So l turn away to go but then turn again back to Rose.

"One more thing..first thing tomorrow when you wake up ,you'll call Gregory and apologise and tell him he can now have access to his child."

Rose's face pales, but I turn away. "Let's go, Kayle."

Hello mon darlings!!l'm really sorry for the long delay updating.My PC broke down ,leaving me unable to work on the story but it's fixed now.New chapters will follow soon and l promise they'll will be worth the wait!

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