บททั้งหมดของ Return for the ruthless billionaire : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

(Cesare’s Point of View)Cesare leaned against the sleek, glass wall of his office, the city sprawling endlessly beneath him. The lights of the metropolis flickered like stars fallen to Earth, but his focus wasn’t on the skyline. It was on Rosette. Always Rosette.He had watched her from a distance for weeks, analyzing every move, every expression. Every carefully constructed mask she wore intrigued him. Elegant. Calm. Controlled. And yet, beneath it all… a storm was brewing. A dangerous, unpredictable storm.Cesare’s fingers tapped lightly against the edge of his desk.Blake is close, he thought. Closer than I expected.The realization didn’t frighten him. It merely amused him. Let Blake try. Let him push. Cesare had anticipated this. He had anticipated everything.He picked up his phone and dialed a number he hadn’t called in months.“Clara,” he said when the line connected.“Yes, Cesare?” Clara’s voice was calm, professional—perfectly unaware of the storm she was about to walk into

The Choice(Rosette’s Point of View)The silence at the table felt suffocating.Rosette could hear her own heartbeat echoing in her ears as both men stared at her.Blake on her left.Cesare across the table.Two powerful men.Two dangerous storms.And somehow, she had become the center of their collision.“Come with me,” Blake repeated, his voice low but firm.Cesare leaned back slightly in his chair, his gaze steady on her.“Stay,” he said calmly.Rosette’s fingers slowly curled against the edge of the table.For a moment, the room seemed to disappear. The city lights, the quiet music in the background, even the tension in the air faded as her thoughts raced.This is exactly what they want.Control.Both of them.Blake wanted to pull her back into his world, into the cage he had built around her in her first life.And Cesare…Cesare was something different. Something unpredictable. A man who seemed to know too much about her past and the secrets she carried.But neither of them under

A Truth Too Cruel(Rosette’s Point of View)The world seemed to freeze.Rosette stared at Rael, certain she had heard him wrong.“My… father?” she repeated slowly.Her voice sounded distant, even to her own ears.Rael didn’t look away.“Yes.”Blake immediately shook his head.“That’s ridiculous.”Cesare, however, remained silent. His eyes were fixed on Rael with careful attention, as if he were measuring every word.Rosette felt a strange numbness spreading through her chest.“No,” she whispered.Her father…?That was impossible.Her father had always been strict, distant perhaps, but never cruel.Never someone capable of murder.Rael watched her reaction quietly.“I knew this would be difficult to hear.”“Difficult?” Blake snapped.“You’re accusing her father of attempted murder.”Rael turned toward him calmly.“I’m stating a fact.”Blake’s jaw tightened.“You better have proof.”“I do.”Rosette finally found her voice again.“Why?” she asked.The question was barely audible.“Why wo

The Secret That Shattered Everything(Rosette’s Point of View)Rosette’s heart stopped.The words lingered in the study like ice, freezing everything around her.Her father’s calm voice, the familiar timbre she had trusted all her life, suddenly felt foreign—tainted.“Why did Rael survive?” she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.Her father leaned back against his desk, fingers steepled, eyes cold and calculating. “Because, my dear, some pieces on the board are meant to move differently. Some sacrifices are… inconvenient.”Blake stepped forward sharply, his jaw clenched. “Rosette’s not your chess piece!” His voice echoed off the tall walls, but her father didn’t flinch.Rosette felt a sudden rush of dizziness, the room spinning around her. Every instinct screamed that she needed to run, to escape—but she couldn’t. Her legs felt glued to the floor.Her father’s gaze locked with hers. “Do you really think Rael’s survival is simple luck? Or do you think I let him live because I’m k

The Confrontation (Rosette’s Point of View) The study felt smaller now, suffocating. Every shadow seemed to watch her, every quiet tick of the grandfather clock like a drum counting down to something inevitable. Her father leaned back in his chair, the picture of calm authority, but Rosette could see it now—behind the mask, there was unease. A flicker of recognition that she was no longer the frightened girl he once controlled. “I want the truth,” she said again, her voice cold, steady. “Every detail. Every secret. Every betrayal.” He smiled, slow, deliberate, almost theatrical. “Rosette… my dear, do you really want to open that door? Once you do, there’s no going back.” “I’ve already survived worse than truth,” she replied. “And I’ve already lived once under your control. Not again.” Blake’s presence was solid behind her, a silent promise that he would protect her. Cesare’s sharp gaze followed every movement in the room, calculating, predicting, waiting. Rael stood silen