All Chapters of I Swore Off Men; But My Enemy Wants An Exception : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Rosette’s point of viewFor a few seconds, I just stared at the glowing words on the wall, unable to move. “Will you marry me?”My breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a laugh. I turned slowly to Cesare. He was walking toward me, hands in his pockets, that lazy smirk tugging at his mouth like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.“You sneaky bastard,” I murmured, half laughing, half trembling.He stopped right in front of me, close enough that I could smell the faint trace of his cologne; something dark and smoky. His eyes glinted as he brought out a small box, flipped it open, and lifted the ring between his fingers.“Rose,” he said quietly, “will you be my wife?”For a second, the world stopped. My chest clenched, my eyes burned. He wasn’t the type to get on one knee; he didn’t need to. He just stood there, calm, confident, waiting for my answer like he already knew it.I stared at him, a hundred thoughts swirling in my head. All the fights, the pain, the blood and the loss

Rosette’s point of view The morning after, I barely recognized myself in the mirror. My reflection looked like it had survived a storm only to walk straight into another. My phone was blowing up with messages; news outlets, shareholders, even my lawyer. Everyone wanted a statement.Cesare was already downstairs when I joined him, his expression unreadable. Coffee steamed on the table, untouched.“They’re cornering us fast,” he muttered. “Ray’s accounts went dark overnight. He’s preparing to run.”I crossed my arms, leaning on the counter. “Then we chase him harder. He doesn’t get to fuck with my father’s name and walk away breathing easy.”He looked up, his gaze lingering on me for a second longer than usual. “You haven’t slept.”I shrugged. “Sleep is a luxury I’ll enjoy after I bury Ray Jenner.”He almost smiled at that but didn’t. Instead, he grabbed his coat. “Let’s move. I’ve arranged a meeting with the cyber forensics team. They traced one of the accounts used to upload the fak

Rosette's point of view The night dragged like a punishment. I didn’t sleep; I couldn’t. The sea outside Cesare’s mansion crashed loud against the cliffs, its rhythm mocking the storm building inside me. Leila had vanished, Ray was still out there, and the rumor about my bloodline still lingered like poison in the media. Every channel replayed the same damned headline: “Rosette Jenner…Not Julio’s Real Daughter?”I sat on the couch, barefoot, hair a mess, clutching a mug of untouched coffee that had long gone cold. Cesare stood by the window, phone to his ear, his voice sharp and clipped as he spoke to one of his men.“Check every shipping route. If she’s at the harbor, she won’t get far,” he snapped, then lowered his voice. “And find Ray. I want his entire financial trail pulled apart before dawn.”He ended the call and looked at me. The muscles in his jaw ticked, his eyes unreadable. “We’ll find her, Rose. But you have to get some rest.”I scoffed quietly. “Rest? With my father’s

Rosette’s Point of ViewOn the day of her sentencing, nothing went wrong. She was given time in prison though I wasn't satisfied with it.The courthouse was still noisy outside when Cesare took my hand and led me toward the car. The drizzle had thickened into real rain, the kind that soaked through even when you tried to run. But he didn’t care. Neither did I. His hand was firm around mine, grounding me like it always did.People were shouting, reporters snapping pictures, their voices merging with the hum of traffic and thunder. The sound barely reached me. Everything around me felt muffled, like I was standing underwater.Cesare opened the door for me, his shirt already damp from the rain, and waited until I slid inside. When he finally entered, shutting out the noise, silence took over. The windshield wipers made slow, rhythmic sounds as the rain kept falling. I stared out the window, watching the blur of city lights and umbrellas. The city looked softer through the rain, like ev

Rosette’s Point of ViewLater that night, after the guests had gone and the last flickers of candles had died down, silence filled the air. The good kind of silence, soft and full rather than empty.Ethan was asleep in the room down the hall, tucked beneath a white blanket, his little bear still in his arms. The entire day had worn him out; the laughter, the flashing lights, the hugs, the chaos of people cooing over him. He had been the heart of the wedding without even knowing it.I slipped quietly onto the balcony, barefoot, still wearing the simple satin robe Lisa had laid out for me. The city stretched endlessly before me, glowing gold and silver beneath a velvet sky. The faint hum of traffic below blended with the sound of the breeze brushing against the glass railings. Somewhere, far off, the ocean glimmered faintly, calm now, as if mirroring the quiet in my chest.For once, there were no cameras, no threats, no ghosts from the past whispering my name. Just peace.And I could