Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Swore Off Men; But My Enemy Wants An Exception : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Rosette's point of view~~ My hand shook, clutching the pregnancy report. Six weeks. My son—my son—was alive inside me again. Tears formed in my eyes as I gently touched my stomach to feel him. The memory of his lifeless body clawing at me as I cried. I’d lived through Blake’s betrayal, Leila’s cruelty, Celine’s schemes. I’d lost my baby, my father, my dignity, my life. I’d died. No. I wasn’t the naive Rosette Jenner who’d loved blindly anymore. I was a storm, ready to tear their world apart. I stood, legs steady despite the fury inside. The hospital gown clung to me, thin and humiliating, but I didn’t care. My purse sat on the chair. Keys, wallet, a cracked phone. All I had in this life I’d chosen to be “normal.” No one knew I was Julio Jenner’s daughter, heiress to the JJ Empire. I’d kept that secret to be with Blake, and it had cost me everything. But not this time. I stormed out, ignoring the nurses’ stares. My beat-up car, a junker I’d bought to keep up the poor-girl a

Rosette's point of view~~ The elevator doors began to close, but a figure slipped through at the last second—a man, tall, shadowed, and in suits. He moved fast, too fast, and the doors shut, trapping us together. “Who are you?” I demanded, voice sharp, hand gripping my purse like a weapon. His eyes glinted in the dim light, “Someone who knows who you are. I've come to take you home.” “Who sent you?” “Your father, Julio Jenner. He’s been watching you, waiting for you to come back. I’m here to take you to him.” My breath hitched. My father? All this time, after I’d cut him off, he’d been watching? The sting of guilt mixed with relief. I’d pushed him away, blaming him for my mother’s untimely death, but now, reborn with the weight of my past life, I needed him. “Take me to him,” I said, voice steady. The man—James, he said—nodded. “Let’s go.” The drive to my father’s estate was silent, the city’s lights blurring past. My hospital gown felt absurd under the jacket that James

Rosette’s Point of View~~The soft hum of the elevator filled the silence, but inside me, there was nothing soft about this moment. I had just told him it wasn’t nice seeing him—good thing he wasn’t dead—and turned my back on him. I meant it.I could feel his gaze like a physical weight on me, and it made my chest tighten.Why now?In my past life, after he left the country right after college, he never came back. Never reached out, not even to Blake, his then best friend.He might as well have been erased from existence.I had completely forgotten about him—until this timeline decided to throw him in my face.Was it because I had changed things? Altered fate with my choices? Did shifting one event drag him back into my world?I shook my head. It didn’t matter.I bet we wouldn’t meet after this. He’d disappear again.My mind flashed back to college. To the kind of toxic game we used to play, where the only rule was that there were no rules.~~~~~~Flashback to College days.“Move, Ll

Cesare’s Point of view~~~ I didn't leave immediately. I had a personal business to deal with and it involved Rosette. Well, everything about me involves her. I leaned back in the leather seat of my car, one arm resting on the steering wheel, the other idly tapping against my thigh. My eyes never left the front entrance until she appeared. Even under the soft glow of the lamps outside, she managed to look like something out of a dream. She stepped out of the building, her head held high as if the entire evening hadn’t been a battlefield for her. My gaze followed her hand as she brushed her hair back, tucking it behind her ear. She moved slowly, adjusting her shades even though the night sky didn’t need them. She didn't want to be seen or recognised by anyone. Her dainty fingers clutched a gold glass purse close to her body, and the slit in her dress slid open as she walked, revealing slender, perfect legs. I had to bite back a smile. Even when she pretended to be c

Blake’s Point of View~~~Why isn’t he picking up?I gritted my teeth, staring at my phone like I could force it to ring just by glaring hard enough.Damn it, pick up, Charles.My thumb hit redial again, the tenth time in the last fifteen minutes. All I got in return was that stupid, cold automated voice telling me his phone was “unavailable.”I dragged my fingers through my hair, pacing the length of my bedroom like a caged animal. My chest felt tight. Suffocated with rage.I couldn’t focus. Damn it, I couldn’t do a single thing until he answered.Earlier that evening~~My phone buzzed while I was going through documents, and when I saw the name on the screen, my heart actually skipped a beat.“Charles,” I answered immediately. “Tell me you found her.”There was silence, then his voice came in a whisper. “Sir, I… I’m in a tight position right now. I'm about to move so I can’t talk much. But yes, I found her. I’ll reach out soon.”Before I could demand details, the line went dead.~~~