Too Late to Regret: The Billionaire’s Unwanted Ex
He divorced her for another woman, not knowing she was carrying his heirs.
For three years, Elara was the invisible wife of Lucian Thorne. She warmed his bed, managed his life, and loved him in silence. In return, he gave her cold stares and divorce papers on their anniversary, accusing her of betraying his company.
Heartbroken and pregnant, Elara signed the papers and vanished into the night.
Five years later, Lucian is the King of Wall Street, but he is haunted by the memory of the wife he discarded. When a mysterious, stunning CEO named "Ella" arrives in the city to acquire a rival company, Lucian is drawn to her.
But this isn't the meek Elara he remembers. She is powerful, engaged to a handsome doctor, and she looks at Lucian with nothing but disdain. And she isn't alone—she has two children who look suspiciously like him.
When Lucian discovers the truth, he falls to his knees. "Elara, please, come home."
She looks down at him and smiles coldly. "I'm sorry, Mr. Thorne. My husband is dead to me. You are just a stranger."
Can the Billionaire win back the heart he shattered, or is it truly too late?
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Chapter: Chapter 122The Mosaic-World had survived the transition into the "Pre-Existence" pocket, but the sky was no longer the familiar blue or the violet of the rifts. It was a pale, shimmering opalescence—the color of an empty page. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and unwritten history.Leo was no longer a man of flesh or a being of solar-fusion. He was a Ghost of Intent, a shimmering outline of a human form pinned to the threshold of reality. He could see his world, he could hear the frantic calls of the Spire, but he could not touch the soil.And he wasn't the only thing that had slipped through the cracks.The Manifestation of the EgoWhile the survivors of the Spire celebrated their sudden, quiet safety, a cold wind began to blow through the Nursery of the Vibrants.The Dark-Leo did not arrive with a fanfare of light. He manifested as a smudge of ink on the white stone floors. He was the "Original Sin"—the embodiment of every selfish impulse, every moment of Thorne-arrogance, and the raw
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Chapter: Chapter 121Leo did not fall through the red rift; he was unwritten.The violet fire of his solar fusion, the obsidian weight of his suit, and even the memories of the Mosaic-World were peeled away like layers of old paint. He arrived in the Pre-Existence—a void so absolute it made the Architects’ Throne Room look like a crowded city. There was no light, no dark, and no gravity. There was only a vast, infinite Canvas of white possibility.In the center of this nothingness sat a figure that was neither geometric nor human. It was a silhouette of shifting ink, a smudge of creative intent that held a quill made of collapsed dimensions.This was the True Designer."The stress-test is complete," the Designer spoke. The voice didn't come from a throat; it was the vibration of a thought forming in the vacuum. "121 iterations of the Vance-Thorne lineage. A million variables of pain, love, and defiance. You are the first 'Anomaly' to reach the inkwell without breaking."The Revelation of the Stress-TestL
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Chapter: Chapter 120The golden geometry of the Architects’ Throne Room didn't just surround Leo; it invaded him. The transition was a violent subtraction of his senses. One moment, he was breathing the ozone-rich air of the Mosaic-Spire, smelling the salt of Meilin’s tears; the next, he was standing in a cathedral of pure, silent math.The Throne Room was a hyper-structure that existed outside of time, a place where the stars looked like tiny, frozen sparks on a vast, dark canvas."Let me back in!" Leo roared, his violet frequency slamming against the golden walls. The sound didn't echo; it was simply absorbed, processed, and neutralized. "You lied! You showed me a tomb!"The central Architect—the one with the shifting, geometric face—didn't move. "We showed you the logical conclusion of your desire. You asked for a world untouched. We gave you a world that can never be changed. Is that not the definition of peace?"The Hall of Shattered MirrorsThe Architect gestured to the surrounding void, and suddenl
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Chapter: Chapter 119The violet glow of Leo’s new form pulsed like a dying star against the cold steel of the Spire. Around him, the air hummed with a terrifying, ionizing heat. He was a raw nerve of the universe, a broadcast of pure existence that threatened to ignite the very atmosphere. Meilin stood just out of reach, her face illuminated by the flickering light of a man she could no longer hold.The tension was snapped not by a sound, but by a sudden, absolute Stillness.The rifts in the sky didn't flicker; they froze. The wind died. The very atoms of the room seemed to lock into a perfect, crystalline lattice. From the center of the deck, the light didn't change—it simply expanded. Three figures materialized, tall and translucent, their bodies composed of shifting equations and golden geometry.The Grand Architects had arrived.The Negotiation of RealityThey did not strike. They did not erase. They simply stood, and the weight of their presence forced everyone—Meilin, Lucian, Aris—to their knees. On
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Chapter: Chapter 118The "Shadow-Double" did not arrive through a rift. It manifested within the Spire itself, born from the very air Leo breathed.It appeared not as a monster, but as a void in the shape of a man. It was the Null-Leo. It had no white hair, no glass suit, and no violet light. It was a silhouette of absolute, light-drinking blackness—a being of pure "Anti-Noise." It was the manifestation of the silence Leo had once craved when the burden of his legacy felt too heavy to bear."It’s not from another timeline," Aris whispered, his golden filaments retreating in terror. "It’s a mathematical subtraction. It’s the version of you that never happened, Leo. It’s the 'Nothing' that the Keepers want us all to be."The Duel of FrequenciesThe Null-Leo walked toward the containment chamber. It didn't use a blade or a beam. Everywhere it stepped, the color in the room simply ceased to exist. The emerald moss on the walls turned to gray ash; the gold filaments of the consoles went dark.Leo stood to meet
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Chapter: Chapter 117The "Averaging" did not arrive with a roar. It arrived as a subtle thieving of color.At first, it was the Techno-Forests. The vibrant, iridescent greens and deep purples of the Andean canopy began to fade, settling into a uniform, dull slate. Then, the music of the city changed. The chaotic, beautiful overlap of human laughter, Mimic chimes, and Remainder hums began to synchronize into a single, monotonous drone—a frequency that was neither happy nor sad. It was simply efficient.In the Spire, Leo watched the monitors through his quartz visor. He saw the "Noise" levels on the sensors plummeting. The spikes of passion, the jagged lines of grief, the wild waves of creativity—they were all being flattened into a straight, unwavering line.The Erasure of the SelfThe emotional weight of the crisis hit the command deck an hour later. Elara, usually a whirlwind of nervous energy and brilliant insight, was sitting at her console, her eyes glazed."Elara, the rift in the Shadow-Sector is wid
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The Twins He Never Knew
“I paid for an heir, not a wife. Hand over the child and leave.”
Five years ago, I signed a contract with the devil. Desperate to save my dying grandmother, I agreed to be a surrogate for the ruthless billionaire, Liam Sterling. I broke the one rule: I fell in love with him.
But the moment I gave birth, he turned into a monster. He took my son, threw a check in my face, and had security drag me out of the hospital. He didn't know the truth—I wasn't just carrying one baby. I was carrying two.
I raised my daughter in secret, far away from his cruel world. She is my light, my joy, my everything.
But now, fate has played a cruel joke. Liam has found us. He sees his eyes in her face. He wants to take her, too. But he’s about to learn that the timid girl he threw away is gone. If he wants my daughter, he’ll have to go through me. And this time? I’m ready to start a war.
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Chapter: The Weaver's EarThe voyage back to Haida Gwaii was conducted in a silence so thick it felt physical. Commander Vesta lay in the center of the outrigger, her "White-Steel" armor removed and replaced with heavy wool blankets. Without her suit, she looked fragile—a creature of glass and starlight forced into a world of salt and gravity. Her skin, deprived of the synthetic nutrients of the fleet, had turned a dull, translucent grey."She’s not breathing right," Elara whispered, watching Vesta from the bow. "The air... it’s too thick for her.""She’s spent a century in a vacuum-sealed tomb," Kael replied, his eyes on the horizon. "Her body thinks the oxygen is a poison. But her mind—Lyra says her mind is still synced to the fleet's 'Sub-Space' frequency."The Infirmary of WhispersUpon arrival at the Anchorage, the village was far from welcoming. The Council of Elders stood at the pier, their faces hardened by a century of stories about the Sterling "Gods" who had abandoned the Earth. To them, Vesta
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Chapter: The Ghost in the AshThe destruction of the Harvester-01 had turned the North Shore mountains into a jagged altar of obsidian and twisted steel. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and the acrid, sweet smell of burnt Whisper-Moss. As the Aegis shroud resealed itself overhead, the world plunged back into its familiar, heavy darkness—but the silence was gone, replaced by the crackle of localized fires and the distant, rhythmic chanting of the terrified Sunderers.Kael dragged his outrigger onto the ash-covered beach. His lungs burned with every breath. He looked toward the impact site, where the white escape-pod had landed. It sat nestled in the skeletal ruins of a former luxury hotel, its hull glowing with a fading internal heat."Kael, stay on the line," Lyra’s voice hissed through the radio. "The energy spike from the crash has blinded my long-range sensors, but I’m picking up a Bio-Signature near the pod. It’s not human. At least, not like us.""It’s an Exile," Kael said, checking the tension
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Chapter: The Descent of the HarvesterThe sky didn't crack; it bruised.High above the bioluminescent bloom of the mountain, the deep indigo of the night gave way to a shimmering, oily distortion. It looked like a tear in a painting, revealing a cold, sterile white beneath. The Aegis shroud—the veil that had kept the world invisible for years—was being peeled back by the sheer intensity of the "New Wild" resonance.Then came the sound. It wasn't the roar of an engine; it was a Vacuum-Snap.A massive, needle-thin shadow began to descend through the clouds. It was the Harvester-01, a Sterling Exile vessel shaped like a jagged diamond, its hull made of the same obsidian-glass as the old Shallows. It didn't drift; it dropped, stabilized by gravity-wells that turned the falling rain into frozen, hovering pellets of ice."The shroud is gone," Lyra’s voice crackled through the short-range radio Kael had kept on his belt. Her voice was thin with terror. "Kael, they’re not just looking at the mountain. They’re scanning the wh
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Chapter: The Trojan PulseKael stood alone on the deck of a small, narrow-hulled outrigger. In his lap sat a lead-lined box containing a localized fragment of the Librarian’s Core—a "black box" of data that felt uncomfortably warm through the metal. Around him, the waters of the Hecate Strait were no longer blue; they were a churning, milky turquoise, thick with the crystalline secretions of the Silver-Fin.He had insisted on going alone. Elara’s "Wild" connection was too volatile now that the island was in a death-spasm, and Lyra was needed to monitor the shifting seismic plates from the Anchorage.As he neared the mainland, the Whisper-Moss began to react to the data-core. A thin, blue phosphorescence crawled along the sides of his boat, following the trail of the box like a hungry animal. Kael gripped the rudder, his knuckles white. He wasn't just delivering data; he was carrying a biological fuse.The Gate of the SiphonThe Vancouver shoreline had changed in the short time he’d been away. Julian Thorn
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Chapter: The EmergenceThe return journey to Haida Gwaii felt different. The wind didn’t just push the sails of the Nora’s Legacy; it seemed to whistle through the rigging with a new, complex timber. Kael sat at the prow, his bandaged hands throbbing. He was looking for the island, but for the first time in his life, he couldn't "sense" the landmass through the Chorus. He had to rely on the sextant and the stars."Kael, look at the water," Elara said, pointing over the side.The wake of the ship wasn't just white foam. It was teeming with Silver-Fin—small, bioluminescent fish that hadn't been seen since the Great Reset. They were swimming in tight, geometric formations, pulsing in a rhythmic sequence that looked hauntingly like code."The Mute didn't kill the energy," Lyra whispered, leaning over the rail. "It just sent it back into the biological lane. Without the Aegis to regulate the frequency, nature is starting to... rewrite itself."The Changed WoodsWhen they docked at the North Inlet, the vill
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Chapter: The Architect of ShadowThe hiss of the escaping cryogenic gas was a long, cold sigh that seemed to freeze the very air of the mountainside. As the massive titanium door of Vault 07 slid into the rock, a cloud of white vapor spilled out, cascading over the Sunderers like a ghostly waterfall.Kael, Elara, and Lyra watched from the ridge, their breath hitching. Below, the Sunderers had ceased their rhythmic drumming. They stood in a state of primitive awe, their scrap-metal spears lowered, their ash-painted faces tilted toward the opening.From the fog, a figure stepped out.He was tall, dressed in a sleek, charcoal-grey suit that had been perfectly preserved for a century. He didn't look like a warlord or a god; he looked like a man who had just stepped out of a boardroom meeting. He blinked against the dim moonlight, his skin pale and slightly translucent from a hundred years of stasis.Behind him, dozens of other figures began to emerge—men and women in lab coats and tactical gear, coughing as their lu
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