All Chapters of Return for the ruthless billionaire : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 63Cesare’s POVLondon was too quiet.Not the city itself—that never slept, never slowed—but the space around us. The kind of quiet that follows noise. After alarms. After chaos. After something goes very wrong.Or very right.Rosette hadn’t spoken since we left the building.Not a word.Blake tried twice. Failed twice.Now he sat across from me in the car, jaw tight, fingers drumming against his knee like he was trying to outrun his own thoughts.I understood the feeling.Because what we just walked into—Wasn’t a dead end.It was a doorway.And Rosette had just stepped through it without looking back.The Silence Before StrategyWe got back to the penthouse in under twenty minutes.Secure.Private.Untouchable.At least on the surface.The moment the door closed, Rosette walked straight to the center of the room and stopped.No hesitation.No pacing.Just stillness.That was new.And dangerous.“Say something,” Blake finally snapped.She didn’t turn.“I am thinking.”“Well t

Rosette’s POVAlone.That was what he asked for.That was what he expected.That was what he wanted.I stood in the middle of the penthouse, the city stretching endlessly beyond the glass, my reflection staring back at me like a stranger I was still learning to understand.Alone.I smiled faintly.“They really don’t know me.”The Illusion“You’re not actually going alone.”Blake’s voice came from behind me, tight, controlled—but barely.I didn’t turn.“Of course I am.”“That’s a lie.”“Yes,” I said calmly.Silence.Then footsteps.Closer.“You’re walking into a trap,” he said. “Again.”I finally turned.“And this time, I’m the one who built it.”His jaw tightened.“You don’t know that.”“I do.”Cesare’s voice cut in quietly from the side.“She’s right.”Blake shot him a look.“Of course you’d say that.”Cesare didn’t react.“Because she’s not thinking emotionally.”He looked at me.“She’s thinking strategically.”I held his gaze.“And strategically…”A pause.“I need them to believe I

Rosette’s POVThe night didn’t feel the same anymore.Not after him.Not after the truth.Not after realizing that everything—everything—had been orchestrated long before I even knew I was part of the game.We stepped out of the building into the cold air, and for a brief second, the world felt too normal.Too quiet.Too untouched.Like it had no idea what was coming.Blake slammed the car door harder than necessary.“He was right there,” he snapped. “Right there, Rosette.”I didn’t answer.Because I wasn’t thinking about what we lost.I was thinking about what we gained.Cesare leaned against the car, watching me carefully.“You’re not angry,” he said.It wasn’t a question.I turned to him.“No.”Blake scoffed. “That’s impossible.”“No,” I repeated, calmer this time. “It’s controlled.”The DifferenceBecause anger?Anger is loud.It’s reckless.It burns fast.But what I felt now—Was something colder.Something sharper.Something that didn’t fade.“He wanted that to happen,” I said.

Rosette’s POVThe city below was a tapestry of lights, glittering and oblivious. But up here, in the penthouse that had become our war room, nothing glittered. Nothing was oblivious. Everything demanded focus, calculation, and steel.I paced slowly, my heels silent on the polished floor. Blake and Cesare watched me from opposite sides of the room, both tense, both holding their own kind of power. One, chaos disguised as charm. The other, control wrapped in danger. And me? I was no longer just a player—I was the storm that would consume them both if they underestimated me.The Gathering Storm“Rosette,” Cesare said quietly, stepping closer. “Do you know what you’re about to walk into?”I didn’t look at him. My gaze was fixed on the screens displaying the Eden network, each blinking node a heartbeat of secrets.“Yes,” I said. “And I’ve already prepared.”Blake scoffed softly, a dangerous curve to his lips. “Prepared? You’ve changed, Rosette, but don’t think you can just waltz into my ga

Chapter 71Rosette’s POVHer eyes were open.Not just open—aware.The world narrowed to the space between us.Glass.A barrier.The only thing keeping me from her.She didn’t cry.Didn’t move like a normal child would.She just… watched.My breath slowed.Controlled.Careful.Because something deep inside me—Something instinctive—Recognized it.“She knows,” I whispered.Blake’s voice came from somewhere behind me.“…Rosette, that’s not normal.”No.It wasn’t.The ConnectionMy hand pressed harder against the glass.And then—Her tiny fingers lifted.Mirroring mine.Not random.Not accidental.Perfect.A sharp, quiet breath left my lips.“She can feel me.”“Of course she can,” my father said calmly.“She was designed to.”The words snapped something inside me.The Line CrossedI turned slowly.Every movement deliberate.Every emotion locked behind control.“You don’t get to talk about her like that.”He didn’t flinch.Didn’t hesitate.Didn’t care.“She is what she is,” he said. “And