Novels by chukwuemekachinaza550

Rosalie's POV The moment I stepped through the door of our small apartment, the air felt heavy ike a punishment. It was too quiet. My blouse stuck to my skin, wrinkled and damp with sweat. I didn’t bother turning on the lights,Istood there for a long time, my back against the door, head raised upwards like if I looked at the ceiling long enough, the guilt would disappear, it didn’t. When I finally tookmyself off the door, I didn’t go to my room. I went straight to the bathroom sink and washed my face with cold water, my reflection in the mirror was one I didn’t recognize, blushed cheeks, swollen lips, tiredeyes. My body still carried the memory of his hands,Alessandro.It had happened,I let it happen. And worse, I had wanted it.That truth scared me I dragged myself to the couch and collapsed into it, holding the throw pillow like it was the only thing keeping me from falling apart. And then I did what I hadn't done in years, I cried.I cried because I felt used, I cried be

Alessandro's POV I watched her from behind the tinted glass of my office.Rosalie Bianco. She moved through the room like someone pretending. Controlled, quiet, almost too polite, the perfect face of submission. But it was a lie, I saw it in her eyes the first day she screamed at me. I admired the audacity.Most women fell over themselves to please me but not her.I leaned back in my chair, the morning sun burning through the sky of Laos, Italy. My coffee had gone cold, Ididn’t notice. My mind was occupied not with meetings or property acquisitions, but with the girl typing furiously at her desk, jaw tight, eyes tired.Rosalie had a mother who was dying, that gave her strength and weakness and I was going to test both."Rosalie" I said into the intercom watching her flinchthrough the glass "Come in."She entered quietly lips pressed together, a notepad in her hand "Yes, Mr. Moretti.""I need these contracts reviewed, translated into French, and summarized by five"Her eyes didn’

Rosalie's POV The alarm went off at 5:30 AM, the shrill sound dragging me from sleep before the sun could. My eyes blinked open, the ceiling above me still cloaked in shadow I didn't move at first, just laid there, comfortable in my sheets that were already soaked with sweat and nerves. Every morning felt like a battle now, a silent war I had to fight before I could even get out of bedI'm exhausted. Isat up slowly, rubbing my eyes, my body felt heavy. The kind of tired that sleep couldn’t cure. I could already hear the soft, shallow breaths from the next room. It was mom, she had a rough night again. I walked quietly across the floor and to the next room, peeked in through the slightly open door. She was lying on her side, a soft blanket covering her small frame. Her face which was once full and round, now looked too small against the pillow. Her skin seemed paler under the morning light and her hair thinner, every day spread across the sheets like loose threads."M

The sun filtered through the grey-tinted windows of Moretti Enterprises as Rosalie stood in the elevator, her hands held tightly in front of her. Her reflection in the glass walls of the elevator stared back at her, brown curls coiled around her shoulders, wide, nervous eyes.But something was different now, she e was a stranger stepping into a palace she never asked to be part of. A palace owned by a king who wore ice for skin. Her heels clicked against the marble floors of the 23rd floor. The air was cold, her palms were sweaty.Her new desk was set in front of an enormous glass door engraved with gold letters: ALESSANDRO MORETTI. CEO. Her fingers trembled as she turned on the monitor. New employee introduction pamphlets were neatly stacked beside the keyboard. Her name printed in a fancy font across them made it feel like this was someone else's life. She swallowed the knot in her throat and sat the leather chair cradling her like it belonged to someone else, so

Rosalie's POV I couldn’t sleep.Even with my mother asleep in the next room and the whole apartment silent as a graveyard, my mind wouldn’t stop spinning I had done something I thought I would never do. I had made a deal with a man I couldn't afford to trust. A man who scared me and had humiliated me.But I had no choice.I stared at the phone in my hand, still remembering when I’d sent the message. “I’ll do it, for my mother"That was it. Short, weak but real and honest. And now,I was his. I pressed my forehead to the window. The night was cold and quiet. A car passed outside, and I watched it move further away till it disappeared into the darkness. What had I done? I had sold myself to the devil.And yet deep down, I knew I would do it again. For her, for mom. The next morning, I cooked oatmeal and made her tea. She looked tired, but smiled when I brought her meal.“You didn’t have to do all this,” she whispered. Her voice was weak, her skin pale.I helped her sit up

Alessandro Moretti walked through the corridors of Sant'Elena Private Hospital with the confidence of a man who knew he owned half the city and probably would own the other half by the next year. The scent of disinfectant did little to distract his focusas his shoes clicked against the marble floor. He hated hospitals. Not for the sickness. No, he hated them because they were reminders that money couldn’t buy immortality. But money,at least, could buy everything else. And that was enough. He wasn’t here to cheer up the sick or check the children. He never was. He was here to finalize a deal with a biogenetics company. A new pharmaceutical section was being developed under Moretti Enterprises and if this deal went through, his empire would takea step into health care. With the right alliances, Moretti Enterprises would be more than just a leader in high end real estate, tech infrastructure, and hospitality, it would be the future. Alessandro wasn’t interested in saving lives.