All Chapters of Return for the ruthless billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Rosette's pov I did not know it was the night I would die.If I had known, I would have screamed louder. I would have fought harder. I would have clawed at the truth instead of believing the lies whispered into my ear by the man I loved.The house was quiet in the way only expensive homes ever were. Thick walls. Soft carpets. Silence padded with wealth. The kind of silence that swallowed pain whole and never gave it back.I lay on the bed, my body still weak from childbirth, my skin clammy and aching as if my bones had been rearranged without my permission. Every breath burned. Every movement reminded me that life had torn through me and left something precious behind.My child.Or so I thought.Blake stood near the window, his back to me, his reflection faint against the glass. He was still beautiful. That was the cruelest part. His dark hair was perfectly combed, his tailored suit unwrinkled, as if the last forty eight hours had not included me screaming in agony while bringing his

Masks and SmilesRosette's pov The morning light was treacherous, painting the grand halls with false serenity. Every polished surface gleamed with wealth, every window framed the city like a jewel in a cage. But I saw through it all. I saw the rot beneath the gold, the lies hidden behind smiles, the power that masked cruelty.I moved like a shadow through my family estate, my heels silent on the marble floor. Margaret’s breakfast chatter floated from the dining hall, the sound of normalcy that was meant to lull me. But I was no longer her child to mold. I was no longer the naive woman who had bled for trust. I was danger incarnate, and every step I took reminded me that I was awake, aware, and armed with knowledge that could destroy everyone who had ever wronged me.Blake would arrive soon. That name alone twisted my stomach. In my last life, hearing it had brought warmth. Now, it made my blood cold. He would not recognize the Rosette he had once destroyed. I had changed, yes—but he

The First ShotRosette's pov Time did not stop when the sound reached my ears.It fractured.The faint metallic click sliced through the air with surgical precision, sharp enough to cut through breath, thought, and denial. I felt it before I processed it, a cold pressure blooming between my shoulders, my spine stiffening as instinct screamed that death had found me again.Not today.Not again.My heartbeat thundered violently in my ears, but my face remained calm, carved from something harder than fear. Panic was a luxury for women who expected mercy. I had learned, in blood and silence, that mercy was a lie told by men who needed obedience.Blake moved first.“Put it down,” he barked, his voice cracking with something close to hysteria. “Are you insane”His reaction told me everything I needed to know. The gun was not his idea. Whatever game was unfolding, Blake had not been the one holding the trigger.Cesare did not move.That was worse.I felt him behind me, close enough that I c