All Chapters of Return for the ruthless billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rosette's POV I did not sleep that night, I simply lay still in the dark, my eyes closed, my breathing slow and even. Blake’s arm was around my waist, it encircled me and grabbed me tightly like I would disappear if he didn't do so. He was sleeping peacefully, his expression neutral as though nothing happened earlier. Each time I moved, he stirred and grabbed me more tightly. “What kind of man holds someone like this in his sleep?” When I was sure he was deeply asleep, I opened my eyes. The room was dark, but not silent. The air conditioner hummed softly, a car passed outside and somewhere far off, a dog barked.Those were normal sounds, safe sounds but my heartbeat didn't match them. It wouldn't slow and the man beside me wasn't helping. “I thought you were smart, Cesare Borgia…” The voice slid through my mind again. My stomach tightened, it sounded like him… the tone and stretch, the awkward laughter that followed was exactly like his. “But I could be wrong, maybe my mind was

Rosette POV Morning light crept into the room like it was afraid to touch anything inside it. I didn’t blame the sun — the air itself felt off. Too still. Too watched.Blake — Blake — set the breakfast tray on my lap with exaggerated care, like I was porcelain he needed to keep from cracking.“Eat,” he said softly.I picked up a fork. My hand didn’t shake — not anymore — but I let it tremble just a little. Enough to soothe him. Enough to make him think his mask was still working.He brushed my hair behind my ear, his thumb grazing my cheekbone with a tenderness so gentle it felt sinister.“You had a rough night,” he murmured. “You shouldn’t be alone today.”I forced a swallow. “I wasn’t planning to go anywhere.”“Good.” He smiled, satisfied. “I’ll be in the study. If you need me, call.”He waited. I nodded.Only then did he shut the door behind him.The second the latch clicked, my breath left me in a hard exhale.I slid off the bed and walked to the window, lifting the curtain only

Blake POV I didn’t know when I had started watching her. Not in the obvious way — the kind anyone could notice. No, this was different. It was quiet, precise. Calculated. Every movement she made, every glance, every small gesture — it all went into a mental ledger I kept just for myself.Rosette — Rosette Jenner — was in the kitchen when I entered the room, holding her tea, hair tied loosely at the back of her neck. She looked… fragile. Like she had been caught between two worlds and hadn’t decided which one she belonged to. But I knew better. I always knew better.Her fingers trembled slightly as she held the cup. I could see the faint bruise on her wrist where I had touched her the night before. I tried not to think about it. Tried to pretend it didn’t hurt me to see her like that — hurt me in a way I wouldn’t let anyone understand.“Morning,” I said casually, stepping into the room. My voice was calm, deliberate, and I watched her flinch, just the tiniest bit. That flinch told me

Rosette’s POVMorning came in pieces.Light seeped through the curtains in thin stripes, landing across the bed like quiet accusations. I lay there with my eyes open long before Blake stirred, watching the ceiling as if it held answers I’d missed during the night.My body felt drained, but my mind?Wide awake.Sharp.Dangerously clear.Every word Blake said replayed in my head, circling like crows:“Cesare Borgiaaaa, babe.”That mocking drag.That exact tone.The same awkward laugh I’d heard in that half-memory—half-nightmare.Coincidence?No. I had learned the hard way that coincidences rarely existed in my life.Blake shifted beside me, then sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Morning,” he said, voice raspy.“Morning,” I replied, pushing myself upright. My throat still felt tight from last night’s panic.He watched me for a moment too long. “You okay?”I forced a light smile. “Just tired.”He nodded, satisfied with that surface-level answer—because he liked surface-leve

The TrapMorning arrived quietly, but the peace inside the mansion was fragile.Elara woke up earlier than usual.Sleep had been restless, filled with fragments of thoughts and emotions she couldn’t sort out. Morgan’s words from the night before still echoed in her mind.“It stopped being just a contract.”She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the sunlight creeping through the curtains.Part of her wanted to believe him.But another part of her was afraid to.Because believing him meant risking her heart.And she had already lost too much.A knock sounded on the door.“Elara, are you awake?” Morgan’s voice called from outside.Her heart skipped.“Yes.”The door opened slowly, and Morgan stepped in, already dressed in a dark suit. His presence filled the room instantly.“You should eat breakfast,” he said.“You sound like a doctor,” she replied with a small smile.“I’m serious.”Elara stood up.“You’re going to the office?”Morgan nodded.“There’s a board meeting today.”“About t