Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Swore Off Men; But My Enemy Wants An Exception : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Blake's point of view ~~~“Get out.” My eyes stayed fixed on her, waiting for her to move, to storm off like she always did when she didn’t get her way. But she didn’t. She just stood there, rooted to the spot, her emerald eyes blazing with a hurt so raw it almost looked alive, twisted with an anger that seemed to simmer just beneath her skin.Her arms dropped to her sides and her fists clenched so tight that her knuckles turned white. Her chest heaved with every breath. She didn’t budge an inch, didn’t even blink, just stared at me like I’d slapped her—which, in a way, my words might as well have been. Her perfectly painted lips parted, trembling at the edges, and for a moment, I thought she might cry again. But no tears came. Just a storm of rage that darkened her face, turning her beauty into something jagged.“You… you insane bastard,” she hissed venomously, each word dripping with contempt. “Here you are losing your damn mind over some slut and you think you can treat me l

Rosette’s Point of View~~~He laughed.Not a soft laugh, not even a polite one—but a deep, genuine laugh that rumbled from his chest and made my blood boil.I blinked at him, heat crawling up my neck as I glared.“Do you think this is funny?” I snapped, my voice sharp enough to cut through the thick silence between us.He tilted his head, smirking in that maddening way of his. “A little, yes.”I stepped closer, digging my nails into the strap of my purse. “I’m not joking. If you think I won’t go to Mr. Blakewood, you’re wrong. Postpone this again, and I will—”“Go ahead.” He was completely unfazed. Which didn't make sense.I clenched my jaw so tight I thought my teeth might crack. “God, you’re insufferable.”And I’d had enough. Absolutely enough. He's not backing down and so would I. Now where the hell do I find Mr.Blakewood?I turned on my heel, already heading for the door.But before I could take a full step, a strong grip wrapped around my waist.My breath hitched as I felt mysel

Rosette's point of view ~~~“You’re married?” I blurted, unable to stop myself.My eyes darted to the invitation card in my hand again. The name was printed in gold, fancy calligraphy but bold enough to see.What?Married? Cesare was married?My lips parted slightly, but no words came out. "What, cat got your tongue?" he asked smugly, that ever-so-slightly crooked smile tugging at the edge of his lips.I snapped my eyes to him, my expression hardening. "You act like a dick too much to be a husband."He cocked a brow, casually slipping his hands into his pockets. "Disappointed? Thought you stood a chance?"I blinked. The audacity. The sheer arrogance."Don’t flatter yourself, Cesare," I snapped, flinging the envelope back at him. But he caught my hand and placed it right back in. “Well, you won't blame me. You're the one acting jealous here.”"If I had any interest in a man like you, I’d get myself checked."His laughter followed me like a shadow as I turned on my heels, but I didn’

Rosette's point of view ~~~ What’s wrong with him? That was all I could think as Cesare Llewellyn’s footsteps echoed through the hall, carrying me like I was a feather in his arms. His touch burned through the thin fabric of my dress and his grip was too firm to be casual, too gentle to be cruel. My heart thundered against my ribs, trying to make sense of this man who’d kissed my neck like a lover yet looked at me like a predator claiming what was his. This wasn’t the Cesare I remembered. Not the cold, calculating rival. Not the arrogant billionaire who smiled like the devil in silk suits. No, he was different. Intimate and possessive. I doubt he was drunk since there was no smell of alcohol on him. We reached the top of the stairs, and he pushed open a door with his broad shoulder. The scent of vanilla and something sweet hit me first. It was strange because it smelled just like me. And then he dumped me onto a bed like a sack of flour. I bounced slightly, my elbow

Cesare's point of view ~~~The moment her face changed, I felt it.It was like the air shifted. Her expression was tight and her face had gone pale. Her eyes were wide—not in fury, not in frustration, but something worse. Grief. Real, raw grief. And my heart? It fucking sank like an anchor."Rose?" I called gently, taking a step forward.She didn’t answer.I moved quickly and crouched in front of her, gripping her shoulders like that would anchor her. Then I raised her up so I could meet her eyes only to find tears formed in them. It broke me."What happened? Tell me what happened."She blinked rapidly, and for a heartbeat I thought the tears would spill over, but no. She shoved them back inside like they were a weakness she couldn’t afford to show."I'm fine," she muttered.Her voice was thin, so thin it hurt to hear.Then she stood on trembling legs, her phone gripped in one hand like it was the only thing holding her to the present, and she walked straight to the door. She turne