Novels by Rosee

Rachel’s POVThe lights suddenly went out.Darkness swallowed the entire hall, and a few surprised gasps echoed around me. The music died, leaving only the voice of the MC breaking through the black haze.> “Everyone, hold the hand of the person beside you!”Instinctively, I reached out my fingers brushed against someone’s hand. It was cold. Colder than I remembered.“Dave?” I whispered.He nodded, his grip firm but silent. Something about the stillness in his touch felt… different." But before I could think too much, the lights flickered back on, and the MC’s voice echoed again.> “No matter who stands before you now — this person will be your dance partner for the night!”Relief washed over me when I saw Dave in front of me. His mask still on, his calm presence grounding me. I smiled, and he smiled back or at least, I thought he did.The music started again, low and sensual, wrapping the room in a rhythm that made hearts sync to its beat. People began to sway, bodies moving in tune

The morning sunlight slipped through the curtains, painting soft gold streaks across the sheets. The first thing I felt was the brush of his lips on my forehead gentle, unhurried, like a whisper that said I love you without words. Dave. My heart always fluttered a little when he did that.He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and murmured, “Sleep a little more, my love,” before leaving for work. The room felt quiet after the door closed. Too quiet. I sighed, rolling onto the pillow he had just used it still carried his scent, that warm, earthy fragrance that always calmed me.Moments later, the nanny’s frantic knock broke my calm.“Ma’am, the twins… they won’t stop crying.”I sat up immediately. The second I held them, their wails faded into soft hiccups. I smiled. “Oh, my angels,” I whispered, cradling their tiny faces. They always felt like little miracles pressed against my chest. As I nursed them, I glanced at the small drawer near the bed, something red caught my eye.A b

lRachel’s POVThe sound of his typing filled the room steadily, focused, unbothered.The glow from his laptop cast a faint light across his face, sharp and calm, as if nothing in the world could shake him.I watched him from the bed, the sheets soft beneath me, the air carrying the faint scent of my body lotion. I had just stepped out of the shower, the steam still clinging to my skin. My nightgown brushed lightly against my legs, but my mind wasn’t calm.I turned once, twice… and sighed.He didn’t even glance at me.How can someone work so peacefully when I’m here losing sleep?Finally, I sat up, threw the blanket aside, and walked toward him. Without saying a word, I reached for the laptop, closed it, and set it on the table beside him.He raised a brow, amused. “Rachel..what are you doing?”I crossed my arms. “What else are you hiding from me?”He leaned back slightly, a half-smile curving on his lips. “Hiding? That’s a strong word.”I frowned. “Don’t play dumb, Dave. You’re a mult

Rachel’s POVThe living room still smelled faintly of roses Josh’s flowers. I could feel Dave’s anger humming through the walls long after Josh had left. He was still standing there, his jaw tight, eyes shadowed with the kind of silence that scared me more than shouting ever could.I walked up to him slowly, barefoot, the soft rug swallowing my steps.“Babe,” I whispered, touching his arm. “Calm down, please. You know Josh… he just wants to get under your skin. Don’t let him win like that.”He didn’t answer immediately. His chest rose and fell too fast. His fists were still clenched.When he finally spoke, his voice was low dangerous. “He comes into my house, brings my woman flowers, and expects me to smile?”I reached up, forcing him to meet my eyes. “Dave. Please. He’s nothing. I promise you. You’re the one I chose.”That softened him, just a little. His fingers relaxed, sliding up to my cheek. “You shouldn’t have to defend me, Rachel. I just… can’t stand another man looking at yo

Rachel’s POVThe knock on the door startled me. I had just managed to calm the twins when I heard that familiar voice.“Rachel,” Josh called, warm and easy as ever.My heart did a little skip not from love, but from the chaos his presence always brought. When I opened the door, there he was, holding a bouquet of bright red roses, his smile just as bold as I remembered.And then, his eyes flicked to Betty.He tilted his head, curious. “And who’s this lovely woman?”I smiled politely. “This is my best friend, Betty. She just came back from London.”He extended his hand with that lazy charm of his. “Betty, nice to meet you.”Betty’s eyes glinted like polished glass. “Nice to meet you too, Josh.” Her voice carried that subtle purr that made men lean closer.He turned back to me and offered the flowers. “I was just passing by. I thought I should drop this for you.”Before I could respond, a deep voice cut through the air like a blade.“Thank you,” Dave said, appearing from the stairs in a

Betty’s POVThe marble staircase gleamed under the chandelier, every step catching the golden light like a secret waiting to be uncovered. I waited at the bottom, pretending to scroll through my phone, but my eyes were fixed on him, Dave, descending in that dark shirt, the fabric clinging to his shoulders like temptation itself.“Good evening,” I said, my voice softer than I meant. “You clean up well… I almost didn’t recognize you.”He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s just a shirt, Betty.”“Just a shirt?” I took a step closer, the faint scent of his cologne wrapping around me like a whisper. “No, Dave. It’s how you wear it.”For a heartbeat, the world felt still. The ticking clock, the distant laughter of the twins, the hum of the AC everything vanished. It was just the two of us. My heart thudded faster, not from love… but from the power I felt when his breath hitched ever so slightly.“Betty…” His tone held a warning, but not the kind that scared me. The kind that pull