LOGINCesare’s POVThe city looked different at night.From the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, the skyline stretched endlessly, glowing in cold white lights and quiet ambition. Every tower was a monument to power. Every window held a secret.But tonight, only one name occupied my thoughts.Rosette Jenner.I leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking softly beneath me as I studied the file open on my desk.Her photograph stared back at me.Elegant. Calm. Perfectly composed.Anyone else would see a beautiful woman born into wealth and privilege.I saw something else entirely.A woman who was preparing for war.“Sir.”The door opened and Matteo stepped inside, carrying a tablet.He stopped beside my desk.“You asked for an update on the Jenner board meeting tomorrow.”I gestured for him to continue.Matteo tapped the screen and turned it toward me.“The entire board will be present,” he said. “Major shareholders, senior executives, and several outside investors.”My eyes scanned the
Rosette’s POVSleep did not come easily that night.I lay in the dark of my bedroom, staring at the ceiling while the city lights bled faintly through the curtains. The house was quiet, but my mind refused to rest. Every plan, every risk, every possible betrayal replayed itself over and over in my thoughts.Tomorrow night.The shareholders’ meeting.The place where the entire empire would gather under one roof, believing they were safe behind wealth and influence. Believing the Jenner name still belonged to them.My fingers curled slowly into the sheets.They had no idea the woman they thought they could manipulate was already dismantling everything they had built.In my last life, I walked into that meeting smiling like a dutiful heir, trusting the wrong people, signing the wrong papers, and sealing my own fate.This time, I would walk in with fire in my veins and secrets sharp enough to cut through steel.A soft knock came at the door.I sat up.“Come in.”The door opened quietly, a
Chapter 47The night air was cool when Rosette stepped onto the balcony again, but the calm of the city below felt almost mocking. Everything looked peaceful from above—streets glowing under golden lights, cars moving like quiet streams, people living lives that had nothing to do with the war quietly beginning inside the Jenner empire.But Rosette knew better.Peace was always an illusion before chaos.Behind her, Blake closed the door to the balcony and leaned against it, watching her with a quiet intensity. “You’re thinking again,” he said.Rosette didn’t turn. Her fingers rested on the cold metal railing as she looked over the skyline.“I’m remembering,” she replied softly.“Remembering what?”She let out a slow breath.“The mistakes that got me killed.”Blake went still.For a moment, neither of them spoke. The weight of her words lingered in the air like smoke.“You talk like someone who has lived a hundred lives,” he finally said.Rosette smiled faintly.“If you knew the truth,”
Chapter 46The city lights shimmered like a thousand distant eyes, but inside Rosette’s penthouse, the tension was suffocating. The dossiers she had prepared were spread across the table, each one a carefully constructed weapon meant to dismantle her father’s empire piece by piece. She moved between them with precision, checking details, ensuring nothing could be traced back to her before the strike.Blake watched from the corner of the room, silent but alert. His dark eyes never left her, and she could feel the weight of his concern mixed with trust. “You’ve calculated every move,” he said quietly, his voice low enough to almost blend with the hum of the city outside. “Every scenario. Every possible reaction. Are you sure you’re ready for this?”Rosette didn’t look at him. “I’ve been ready for years,” she replied softly. “I just didn’t have the power before. Tonight… everything changes. And once it starts, there’s no turning back.”Cesare leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, stu
The night had settled like a heavy cloak over the city, but inside the penthouse, tension crackled like electricity. Rosette sat at the edge of the leather sofa, her hands folded neatly in her lap, though her mind raced a thousand miles an hour. Every decision she’d made, every calculated move, had led to this moment—and she knew the stakes had never been higher. Blake leaned against the doorway, his posture relaxed but every inch of him alert. He had grown quieter lately, letting Rosette take the lead, but she knew him well enough to understand the storm of protective instinct simmering just beneath the surface. Cesare, on the other side of the room, didn’t move. He watched her with that same cold, analyzing gaze that always unnerved her—and intrigued her. His silence was dangerous; it carried a warning that she had to heed, though she refused to let it sway her. “Tonight,” she said softly, her voice carrying a weight that made both men snap to attention, “everything changes. No
Retaliation(Rosette’s Point of View)The morning sun barely filtered through the tall windows, yet the mansion felt suffocating. News of the dossier had spread faster than Rosette anticipated. Emails pinged relentlessly, phone calls rang, and whispers of scandal echoed through the corridors of the family empire. Her father’s network was in chaos, his allies scrambling to protect themselves—and him—but the fear in their voices was unmistakable.Rosette stood at the edge of the balcony, looking down at the city that had once seemed so glamorous, so untouchable. Now, it felt fragile, exposed—just like the people who had tried to control her.Blake appeared silently behind her, his presence a familiar anchor. “They’re furious,” he said, voice low, almost a growl. “You’ve rattled their entire world.”“I expected nothing less,” Rosette replied, her tone calm, but her eyes sparkled with intensity. “This was the first strike. Now comes the real test—the retaliation. They’ll fight back… and t
Blake POV I didn’t know when I had started watching her. Not in the obvious way — the kind anyone could notice. No, this was different. It was quiet, precise. Calculated. Every movement she made, every glance, every small gesture — it all went into a mental ledger I kept just for myself.Rosette —
Rosette POVI didn’t sleep.I stayed perfectly still in the dark, eyes closed, breathing slow enough to pass for rest. Blake’s arm was around my waist the entire night, locked tight like a chain. Every time I shifted even an inch, he tightened his hold, mumbling or stirring just enough to remind m
Rosette's POV I did not sleep that night, I simply lay still in the dark, my eyes closed, my breathing slow and even. Blake’s arm was around my waist, it encircled me and grabbed me tightly like I would disappear if he didn't do so. He was sleeping peacefully, his expression neutral as though no
“Call Blake now!” Rosette ordered. “Or, I'll pull this damn trigger.” Cesare didn’t move, he didn’t reach for his gun nor step back.“Rosette,” he said quietly. “Look at me.”Her finger tightened on the trigger. “I'll shoot if you don't do what I said… I mean it.”Sirens wailed faintly in the dist







