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First of all, I want to say a sincere thank you for your patience and support during this long break. I know many of you have been waiting for updates on BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: IT'S GREAT TO SEE YOU AGAIN, DADDY — and I truly appreciate everyone who stuck around, reached out, or simply waited quietly with hope. Since April, I had to take a little unexpected break due to some personal commitments and life just getting a bit busier than usual. Nothing serious — just one of those seasons where time flies and everything demands your attention at once. But the good news? Everything has calmed down now, and I’m back, fully ready and excited to continue this journey with you. Starting today, a massive upload is coming your way. Yes, you heard that right — chapters are dropping and the story is picking up again, full steam ahead. You’ll get to see what happens next with our favorite characters, and I promise, it will be worth the wait. Thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you for believing in this story. Thank you for being here. With all my heart, Gift Teey 💛 Your authorALEXANDER POV "We should think more about the target audience, Mr Blake. This design really suits what the clients want for their audience and I think it's good enough."I stared outside my window ignoring the two men in my office as they discussed, obviously to themselves, the importance of considering our clients.It's safe to say that I wasn't interested.Not that I hate my Job, I honestly don't , but in a case Like this, when the client is someone I absolutely despise? Hell naBut then again, my work still remains my work. No matter how much I dislike Charles, I can't allow myself to ruin my company's name because of him.Sighing deeply, I turned back and stared at the men who looked absolutely exhausted."Fine. We'll change it but that'll be when the contracted designer shows up. We can't be having her send the designs through emails. We need to see her and have a one on one discussion with her."A fool.Nothing but a loser.That's exactly what I am.It's been a week since Kat
AUTHOR'S POVClara stormed out of the office hallway, heels clicking hard against the marble floor. Elizabeth trailed close behind, her eyes red, her freshly scratched scalp stinging under her wig. The hallway was empty now, the show over, the spectators gone. But the damage had been done. Katherine had made her presence felt, loudly, violently, and with far more power than either of them had anticipated.All their efforts were in vain, despite the grand plan they had to take over the company, to humiliate Katherine, yet somehow she ended up being ahead of them.What the hell was she on? No matter how hard Elizabeth tried to rack her memory, she still couldn't come up with the name of someone willing to support Katherine.Someone who went as far as hiding the real power of attorney until she, Katherine, finally showed up."What the hell was that?" Clara hissed as soon as they were far enough from the main offices, stepping into one of the executive break lounges. She threw her handba
KATHERINE’S POVI ignored the anger bubbling like a pot of Wonton soup in my chest as I stared straight at them.They were huddled together like the perfect family, Clara's hands held tightly by the man whose hands never once left mine when I was a child and Elizabeth leaned closer to him.It was painful, yes, watching them together, knowing that I wasn't welcome but at the same time I felt like they should at least have their moment for the time being.Before I punish them all for what happened to my mother.Silence stretched after Clara’s cutting remark. No one moved. Not even Elizabeth, whose hair I had just pulled out of rage. The only sound in the hallway was the soft hum of the fluorescent lights above us, a poor distraction from the weight that now pressed down on my chest.I stared at my father—no, Mr. Shane. That was more accurate now, especially as he already indicated who has his support among us.He still held Clara’s hand, knuckles white from how tight his grip was. His m
KATHERINE'S POV"What are you doing?" I asked him, my voice slightly quivering.Of course it would.His hands on mine were still as strong as ever. The hands that held mine all day when I was younger, the hands that softly caressed my shoulder when I found out that mom was dead.The same hands that slapped me because of the woman in front of me seven years ago.Of course I would react to his touch on me again.Muscle memory.. something like that.Except it was worse."Let her go."An order and it was obvious.I would have loved to hold on to Elizabeth's hair and see how far he's going to take this but I couldn't...not with the number of people watching us with curious wide eyes.Some were already taking out their phones to record the scene in front of them."Miss Katherine Luther in a head on head Battle with her step mother and her Father at her mother's company."I could already tell what the heading of tomorrow's entertainment paper would be if I didn't let go and while I don't car
KATHERINE'S POVI'm exhausted.Mentally.Emotionally and physically.So exhausted.This wasn't what I planned when I first arrived in Texas a month ago.This was contrary to what I expected.Within the space of a month, I've had about three huge arguments with Alexander, gotten slapped by both my stepmom and Clara, been treated rudely by reporters who thought I was back with Alex, had to face Astra and the worst of them all, been threatened.Just a month.At this point, it would be better to just go back to London. At least for Franklin's sake. The Threats would only increase more as long as we're both here, and with Alexander.But even as exhausted as I was, I still couldn't bring myself to watch as my mother's company burn to the ground because of the same woman who murdered her.I won't let her legacy die just like that.I'm not going to allow that.Franklin's words to me when I asked him if we should go back to London was another motivation to remain here until I was done with the
ALEXANDER'S POV The second the door clicked shut behind Astra, I shot up from the chair like it had burst into flames. The letter. I paced the length of the study, heart pounding against my ribs. My mind raced, connecting dots I didn't even know were there until now. No one was supposed to know about that letter. No one except me, Henry, and Katherine. So how the hell did Astra know? Was there another letter I wasn't aware of? One that everyone knows about? That is the only acceptable explanation for how Astra knows about the letter. But even as I tried to come up with these excuses, I still couldn't shake the suspicious feelings that gnawed at me. Astra knows about the letter and there are only two explanations of how she got to know about it. And I didn't feel comfortable with the answer at the back of my mind. I grabbed my phone from the desk and called Henry. “Alex?” he answered immediately and I could sense the worry in his tone. “Get back here,” I said, my voice low