All Chapters of I Swore Off Men; But My Enemy Wants An Exception : Chapter 71 - Chapter 79

Rosette's point of view I felt the heat of Cesare’s lips on my neck, and I knew he’d leave a mark right there for everyone to see. Normally, that would’ve pissed me off, made me shove him away despite the pleasure I'd get from it but this time, my whole body shivered, pleasure surging through me like a damn wildfire so hot that suddenly, I didn’t care. My hands shot up, grabbing his head, holding him tight as he kissed, sucked, and bit my skin like some fucking vampire hunting for the perfect spot to draw blood. The sensation was too familiar, too damn good, and it lit me up inside, especially the warm ache spreading between my legs. I craved him—hard. Usually, I’d push him off or hate myself for enjoying it, but today? Something was different. I wanted him, and for once, I didn’t hate myself for it. My heart raced, my breath hitching as his hands tightened around my waist, squeezing my ass with a roughness that sent sparks down my spine.His lips finally found mine, and the ki

Rosette's point of view The morning sun felt colder than usual.Today was the day the board would vote between me and Claudia.A day that could either crown me or crush everything my father built.I stood in front of my mirror, fixing the last button on my suit. My reflection stared back at me, confident but exhausted, strong but restless. My chest rose and fell as I grabbed my phone.I kept checking my phone, though I didn’t even know what I was expecting to see. Maybe his name. Maybe his voice through the speaker, lazy and teasing like always. But Cesare hadn’t called yet. Not even a damn text.Since that day at his house, things between us had changed… weirdly. It was like we were two people who had just started dating but weren’t allowed to see each other. A restraint order without the paperwork. We texted. We called. We fought over stupid things and then ended up talking till midnight like two love-drunk teenagers.I didn’t know what the hell to make of it yet.But I couldn’

Rosette's point of view I sat on my bed with the journal in my lap, the weight of it heavier than anything I've ever faced. It was like I was holding my own life in my hands.Dust still clung to the cover, and every time I brushed my fingers across it, I sneezed quietly. The leather was old, cracked at the corners, with faint traces of fingerprints. Taking a deep breath, I flipped it open. The first few pages were faint, the ink nearly vanished with time. I squinted, tracing the words with my fingertips, but most of them were too faded to read. I turned another page. Still nothing clear.Frustration began to build, and I kept flipping until I reached the middle. That was when things began to take shape.Names, dates, numbers and locations.At first, I thought it was just some sort of transaction record, maybe bribes or secret business dealings my father was keeping track of. But as I kept reading, my stomach started to twist. These weren’t just transactions, they were confessions

Rosette's point of view The moment I left the restaurant after meeting Claudia, my hands wouldn’t stop trembling. My pulse was wild; every nerve in my body screamed that I’d just made a deal with something dangerous. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe it was the weight of finally setting my plan in motion. Either way, I couldn’t shake off the tension crawling under my skin.Whatever came after this, I had to face it. No matter how bad it turned out, I wouldn’t let fear cage me again. Not this time.“Pull over,” I told my driver.He glanced at me through the rearview mirror, startled. “Ma’am?”“I’ll drive,” I muttered, already reaching for the door handle.He hesitated, then slowed the car and parked by the curb. When he got out, I pressed a few bills into his hand.“Take a cab home. I’ll handle it from here.”He wanted to say something, but one look from me and he didn't. The door closed, and I slid into the driver’s seat, breathing out as I started the engine.My thoughts were

Rosette's point of view The day of the signing-in ceremony finally came. Or rather, the gala I turned it into.I stood before the mirror in my room, staring at the reflection that looked almost too refined to be me. My gown was a deep blue color, sleeveless but with an elegant neckline that neither revealed too much nor covered me entirely. The fabric hugged my body in a way that spoke of quiet confidence. It had a long slit that stopped just above my knee.I wore silver heels that gleamed softly beneath the lights. My hair had been curled into tight waves that framed my face perfectly, each strand shining like silk. The makeup artist had done a full face make up; soft, radiant skin, subtle contour, bold eyes, and dark red lips. I looked like a woman who owned the world.But my chest felt tight.As I stepped into the car, I kept glancing at my phone. I had called Cesare five times, maybe more. Each time, the call didn’t go through. His number was unreachable. I tried to convince