The Billionaire's Regret

Steamy Comedy Contemporary Badboy Dominant Goodgirl Second Chance Runaway with a Baby Forbidden Love

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Marrying Sebastian Romano had felt like a wish granted too perfectly to be real… until reality crushed it. For two years, Jasmine lived in a blur of champagne, penthouse lights, and a husband who looked at her like she was his entire future. In the third year, the silence arrived. The kisses turned into calendar appointments. The marriage shrank into handshakes and small talk. Then Jasmine found the truth. Sweet messages that were not for her. Hotel bookings that did not include her name. A blonde secretary who did not know shame. Jasmine walked out without looking back. She left her ring, the signed divorce papers, and her ruined heart on their ridiculous king-size bed. What she did not know was that another life had already started inside her. Five years later, Jasmine lived small on purpose. Quiet. Safe. Her child grew up without drama, without the weight of the Romano name. Jasmine promised herself it would stay that way. Until Adrian. Adrian was nothing like the men who used to own her world. Calm where they were cruel, clever without being cruel, steady in a way that felt dangerous only because she wanted to trust it. With him, Jasmine finally stopped feeling like a problem to fix and started feeling like a person to keep. When Adrian dropped to one knee at a glittering Monte Carlo...Jasmine did something she had sworn never to do again. She thought about forever. Then she saw him. Sebastian Romano. The man she had loved, left, and learned to hate in the exact same lifetime. Those cold eyes. That unreadable face. The past she thought she had buried standing three steps away from her fresh start. “Interesting,” Sebastian said. “Your fiancé… happens to be my brother.”

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Chapter: Drop-Off Lane

I’d barely gotten the back door open when Poppy had already climbed out of the car by herself.“Slow down,” I said automatically.“Nope. I have a reputation.”I sighed.The morning air in Monaco was still soft, but the front courtyard of French Academy was already crowded with little kids in tartan uniforms, polished nannies, expensive cars, and mothers who looked like they’d been born with perfect blowouts.I crouched in front of Poppy before she could bolt. I brushed her bangs away from her eyes, smoothed the ends of her hair where they clung to her cheek, then straightened the tiny collar of her uniform. My fingers lingered for a second at the side of her face.Round cheeks, warm skin, a little mouth always a little too ready to argue.Pretty. Sweet. Infuriating.My daughter.“If you lead a coup in Miss Lila’s class today,” I said, adjusting her hair clip, “don’t use my name.”“I can use handsome uncle’s.”“Don’t you dare.”Poppy grinned.I caught both her cheeks first and pressed

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Chapter: Blood Is Thicker

An hour later, I was regretting every decision I had made in life up to this point.Sebastian’s car was waiting in front of the house like a sin wrapped in glossy black paint. Long, expensive, quiet, and very clearly bought by a man who considered other people’s comfort a basic human right, as long as that person was him. The back door was already open. And there, neatly installed on the back of the passenger seat, was a kid seat.I stopped on the last step.I was far too tired to be shocked this early in the morning. But seeing that thing fitted so neatly into Sebastian’s car, the straps lying straight, the headrest adjusted to exactly the right height, even a little gray cushion on the side, felt like looking at a bomb tied up with a satin ribbon.Beside me, Poppy made a tiny triumphant sound. “See? Handsome Uncle was ready.”“I’m ready too,” I said. “Ready to lose my patience before nine.”Poppy giggled. She climbed straight into the back seat with her little bag, then settled hers

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Chapter: Variety

Poppy lifted her fork. “Handsome Uncle.”“Yeah?”“You’re taking me to school today, okay?”I looked up immediately. “No.”Poppy didn’t even bother looking back at me. She was still focused on Sebastian with those eager eyes of hers, as if I were nothing more than decorative background noise in this house.“Please? Mommy always takes me. I want variety.”“Sweetheart,” I said, making my voice sugary, “you’re talking like this is a premium hotel service.”“This is my life.”“That’s worse.”Sebastian wiped the corner of his mouth with his napkin. “What time does school start?”“A little before nine,” Poppy answered quickly.I looked at my daughter. “There is no chance you’d answer that fast if I asked the color of your own socks.”“I prioritize what matters.”Sebastian shifted his gaze to me. Quiet. Waiting.I wanted to say no. Of course I wanted to say no. I should have said no. I should have said this was already too much, already too strange, already too—“Mommy.” Poppy wrapped one sma

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Chapter: A Table for Three

Bacon.Ow shit.I turned toward the kitchen just as the burnt smell finally cut through all the layers of pink plastic, coffee, and emotional chaos this morning had already stacked on top of me.“Wonderful,” I muttered. “Now apparently my breakfast is ruined too, not just my life.”I turned back, walked quickly into the kitchen, and killed the heat with a movement that had already been half angry from the start. The plate of eggs was still sitting on the counter. The toast had gone a little cold. The bacon in the pan had entered that category of still salvageable if the person eating it was either desperate enough or polite enough to lie.From the living room, Poppy’s voice was still going off like fireworks.“Lawyer Barbie lives here, okay? Don’t move by yourself or I’ll fire you.”There was a pause. Then her voice again, closer to the kitchen doorway this time.“Handsome Uncle!”I looked over.Poppy was standing in the kitchen doorway, still in her pajamas, hair a mess, green eyes b

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Chapter: The Things I Let Slide

I let out a long breath through my nose.Sebastian unfastened his watch and set it on the low table beside his sunglasses. His movements were neat, efficient. Then he undid his cuff buttons one by one and rolled his sleeves up to just below his elbows.A simple movement.It was ridiculous how the human body could remember something that tiny.His forearms were bare now. Smooth tan skin. The veins at his wrist showed when he picked up one of the castle panels. His fingers were long, sure, moving through the little pink plastic pieces as if this was simply life: a man like Sebastian Romano sitting on the floor of my house, assembling a Barbie castle bought by another man.By the man who paid for it.By the man who was far away.By the man who had ordered it, shipped it, and wasn’t here to watch the finished thing standing in the room.I leaned against the edge of the kitchen island, folding my arms over myself.Salma appeared silently beside me, carrying the spatula she had apparently r

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Chapter: Castle, Client, Catastrophe

The next morning started with a sound like a small person had discovered gold, a kingdom, and a brand-new reason to boss everyone around all at once.“MOOOOMMMYYY!”I hadn’t even poured the second egg into the pan yet when that voice exploded from the living room, bounced off the high ceiling, and came tearing into the kitchen like a fire alarm raised on sugar.I closed my eyes for a second, spatula in hand, butter hissing in the pan, my hair still thrown up in a loose high tie with a few strands already falling against the back of my neck because the kitchen air was starting to warm.“If that is not news that the world is ending or croissants can talk,” I said to the skillet, “I’m not interested.”From the living room, Poppy’s voice climbed even higher.“IT’S HUGE! SALMA! IT HAS STAIRS! MOMMY, THIS IS HISTORICAL!”Of course.I slid the eggs onto a plate, turned the heat halfway down, then glanced toward the kitchen doorway. From here I could hear the giant box being ripped open. Plas

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TO HATE, TO TOUCH, TO RUIN

Dark Romance Steamy Action Badboy Badgirl Dominant Affair Forbidden Love Twisted

Mafia

As the wife of the Colombian cartel heir, Krystal Serrano is a symbol of diplomacy and control. Dressed in silk, wrapped in silence, and displayed like a crown jewel at the center of power. But behind the flawless smile lies a woman raised not just to survive, but to rule. When her husband's betrayal ignites a war with the Italian mafia, Krystal is taken. Kidnapped and hidden away by Zachary Romano, the young, ruthless Don who solves problems with bullets and buries questions with bodies. He thought he had captured a soft, obedient mafia wife. What he brought home was a storm in heels. Krystal doesn't beg. She doesn't break. Her silence provokes, her lips taunt, and her gaze slices deeper than any blade. Inside the stone walls of his private villa, control begins to slip. Hatred turns into tension. Tension burns into obsession. And in their world, love always comes with blood on its hands. The ring on her finger still binds her to a man who believes she belongs to him. But what happens when a woman like Krystal meets someone dark enough to understand her, broken enough to match her, and reckless enough to want her? Because there's a difference between loving a woman like Krystal… And trying to own her. And Zach Romano is about to learn—only one man can stand beside her. The rest will be buried.

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Chapter: Sunglasses, Secrets, and Stupid Men

I opened my eyes again, staring up at the blue sky between the coffee leaves, and the sentence I’d just read resurfaced in my head like an annoying song.[You never see him. You just know when he’s there because everyone else starts acting careful.]“Yes,” I muttered under my breath. “I know.”But that wasn’t the part that made my throat feel bitter. It wasn’t the fact that Zach knew we were going to Los Angeles. It wasn’t even the way he texted like my neck was property of the Romano family.What made me sick was the simple part. The part too domestic for my life.Papa had only mentioned the L.A. trip at the family dinner table. And I had only mentioned it in one chat.Bogotá & the Idiots.That was it.Two circles. Two possibilities. And one of them leaked.I lifted my phone off my chest, unlocked the screen again, and opened the old chat with the +39 number. The two messages were still there neat, cold, like fingerprints on glass.[Your neck is empty.][Don’t go to Los Angeles witho

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Chapter: The Coffee Grove and the Ghost I Googled

Papa’s coffee grove stretched behind the mansion like a small world that didn’t care who married who or who got kidnapped by whom last month. On the left side, there was Mama’s chili patch, not big at all but guarded like a national border.I dropped onto the oversized rattan daybed beneath a cream canvas umbrella. The linen pillows were warm from the sun. My bare feet touched the fabric and immediately went limp. Medellín’s late-morning air had that infuriatingly perfect temperature, with the smell of damp soil from watering, coffee leaves, and something sweet from flowers whose names I never remember.On my stomach, my new phone lit up.In front of me, Gemma and Sofia were already running like two rejects from a finishing school for toddlers.“DON’T STEP ON ABUELA’S PLANTS!” I yelled without lifting my head.“OKAAY!” Sofia shouted back from far away, which usually meant yes, but later.Gemma, craftier and calmer, didn’t shout anything. She just looked over her shoulder while she ran

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Chapter: Found, Forgotten, and Everything In Between

Morning in the Serrano house never understood the meaning of the word slow.Somewhere down the hall, a blender roared to life. Children’s laughter bounced off the walls. The old kitchen radio murmured soft reggaeton. And someone—God knew who—had already started yelling about shoes before the sun had even fully hauled itself up.I stood at the kitchen sink, fingers curled over the cold granite edge, letting the faucet run for a second before I shut it off again.My neck felt… bare.Instinct tugged my hand upward, stopping halfway. Upstairs, in the drawer of my room, rested a single piece of sea-glass on a chain, engraved with one small word on the back. Found.“If you stand there any longer, the floor’s going to get depressed,” a warm, raspy voice called from near the stove.I blinked, lifting my head.Aunt Marisol stood before the big stove, spatula in one hand, cast-iron pan in the other, a red checkered apron cinched around her waist. Her dark hair, streaked with white, was twisted

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Chapter: Bare

The room feels bigger once the door closes behind me.Sounds from downstairs still drift up in fragments: Bretta’s shrill laugh, Gemma shrieking about something involving ice cream, Mama scolding someone over plates. It all blurs into a low hum, like a TV left on in another room.I drop onto the bed.The mattress bounces lightly. Cold sheets brush my bare back beneath an oversized T-shirt. My jeans are draped over the chair. My bra is God knows where. Only one lamp is on, a dim yellow glow on the nightstand, throwing long shadows on the wall and soft lines across the ceiling.My hand slides down my arm, then reaches for my phone beside the pillow. The screen lights up, catching my reflection for a second: hair tied up in a lazy knot, eyeliner barely hanging on, naked lips. I look like the discount version of myself.Perfect for tonight.My thumb hovers over the one chat icon that matters most.Bogotá & the Idiots.Their profile picture is pure nepotism energy: Isabella in red lipstick

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Chapter: Serrano Circus

The Serrano dinner table looked the same as always tonight: too full, too loud, and with too few people actually paying attention to their food.I stared at my plate like it was a math exam.Roasted chicken with crisp skin, fragrant yellow rice, fresh salad… on any other night, I’d clear a plate like this down to the bone. Now, my fork just pushed the rice around, carving tiny meaningless lines.My neck felt… empty.Reflexively, my hand lifted, brushing the skin just below my collarbone. No cool chain. No green sea glass hanging like a small claim on my skin. The necklace was in my room drawer, wrapped in tissue paper. Far enough not to be seen. Not far enough to forget.“Wow.”Javier’s voice sliced into my thoughts like a dull knife. Slow and annoying.“Look who suddenly went on a diet.” He shoveled rice into his own mouth, then eyed my plate. “Is this because Matteo’s not here? You only eat properly when your husband’s around, is that it?”One comment. One second. I wanted to throw m

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Chapter: Reminder

“Found.”The word clings to the back of my teeth as my brow tightens. The little sea glass is cold against my fingers, but my head feels smoked out.Found.Not I love you. Not I miss you. Not even something I could twist into sweetness if I were desperate enough to justify being an idiot again.Found.If Zach just wanted revenge, he didn’t need to get poetic with a shard of ocean glass.I lift my gaze to Jared. “So…” my voice comes out rough, and I clear my throat, “what does he actually want from me?”The café noise keeps moving like nothing is happening. Spoons clink. A barista calls out someone’s name. Laughter cracks from a corner table. Life goes on. Ordinary. Unfortunately, mine never is.Jared doesn’t answer right away. He tilts his head a little, eyes tracing my face, drifting to the first box still closed, then to the sea glass pendant in my hand.“If he just wanted revenge,” I go on, twirling the necklace between my fingers, “Matteo should’ve been the one getting a surprise

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His Ex Mistress, His Enemy

Contemporary Dark Romance Steamy Badboy Dominant Playboy Second Chance Betrayal Affair

Romance

Four years ago, Dianna Rosa fell in love with a man who promised her the world. Only to find out she was nothing more than his mistress. Heartbroken and betrayed, Dianna walked away from Zane Romano, heir to the powerful Romano Group, without a word. She disappeared, carrying pain, fury… and a secret she swore he’d never know. Now, she’s back. Not as the fragile lover he once knew, but as the lead attorney in a billion-dollar lawsuit against his empire. Their reunion in the courtroom ignites a firestorm of old wounds, sharp words, and dangerous chemistry. Zane is still cold, commanding, and dangerously charming. But Dianna? She’s not the woman he could control anymore. One wants justice. The other still wants her. But when buried secrets rise to the surface, they’ll have to choose....destroy each other, or burn together.

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Chapter: The Shape of Us

The light behind my eyelids felt too white for a world that had just gone up in flames.I woke slowly, not the cool cinematic kind of waking. More like waking with a dry mouth that tasted like I’d chewed on sidewalk chalk. My nose complained first: antiseptic, expensive linen, and something that reminded me of espresso machine coffee, not the instant stuff.Voices hit me before my eyes caught up, coming from the half-open door.“I’m going in first,” Ash barked. “She’s my mami.”“She’s my aunt,” Zoe shot back, louder. “I’m the cousin plus the princess. My rank is above yours.”“No! Mami is—”“If you raise your voices one more octave, you’re sleeping in the parking lot,” Krystal cut in, sharp as glass. “The doctor said she needs rest. Ash, lower your hand. Zoe, if you step on his foot again, I will sell every piece of glitter you own.”Two tiny protests flared at the same time. A chair scraped. Something fell, probably a crayon. Someone muttered in Spanish.My eyes finally gave up and o