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66: All Lost
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2026-04-02 02:21:25
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Her Return: His Regret 67: The Taste of Victory
Third POVAndrea Watson stood in the opulent living room of Donovan Crowe’s sprawling penthouse overlooking the Hudson River, the lights of Lower Manhattan glittering like scattered diamonds across the dark water. The space was a monument to old money and ruthless ambition: dark walnut paneling, leather furniture that smelled of wealth, and floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the city like a conquered kingdom. A bottle of vintage Dom Pérignon sat open on the marble coffee table, condensation beading on the chilled glass. Two crystal flutes caught the low light from the recessed ceiling fixtures, bubbles rising lazily through the golden liquid.Andrea raised her glass, a triumphant smile curving her lips. She still wore the sleek black dress she had chosen for the evening’s performance, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that screamed calculated seduction. Her makeup remained flawless despite the tears she had manufactured so convincingly for the camera earlier. Victory tas
Her Return: His Regret 66: All Lost
Third POVThe soft glow of the Morgan family penthouse offered a deceptive sense of peace after the storm that had erupted at the charity ball. William Serrano arrived shortly after midnight, the private elevator doors opening with a quiet chime that echoed through the grand foyer. He still wore his tailored tuxedo from the event, though the bow tie hung loosely around his neck and his usually impeccable hair showed signs of having been run through with frustrated fingers. The Italian billionaire carried the heavy weight of the night on his broad shoulders, but his posture remained straight and commanding as he stepped into the living room.Cameron sat on the edge of the large sectional sofa, her navy gown exchanged for comfortable loungewear she kept at the penthouse for nights like this. Her phone rested in her lap, the screen casting a harsh blue light on her face as she continued monitoring the rapidly unfolding crisis online. She looked up when William entered, offering him a t
Her Return: His Regret 65: The Anchor
Third POVDestiny stood under the steady stream of hot water in the master bathroom of the Morgan penthouse, letting the heat pound against her shoulders and back. Steam filled the marble enclosure, fogging the large mirrors and creating a private cocoon where the noise of the outside world felt momentarily distant. She had scrubbed away the remnants of the night’s makeup, the carefully applied red lipstick, the subtle shimmer on her eyelids, and the faint scent of Ronan that still clung to her skin from their stolen kiss at the ball. Yet no amount of soap could wash away the heavy knot of regret and self-doubt that had settled deep in her chest.When she finally turned off the water and stepped out, she wrapped herself in a thick white robe, the soft terry cloth a small comfort against her chilled skin. She wiped the condensation from the mirror with the edge of her sleeve and stared at her reflection. Her eyes looked tired, shadowed with exhaustion that went far beyond physical fa
Her Return: His Regret 64: Destiny's Secret Life
Third POVThe sleek black SUV glided through the rain-slicked streets of Manhattan, eventually pulling up to the private underground garage of one of the most exclusive residential buildings on the Upper East Side. This was not just any luxury apartment complex. It was the Morgan family residence, a sprawling penthouse that spanned the top three floors of a historic limestone building overlooking Central Park. The place where Destiny Morgan had been born, raised, and had returned to after her world had shattered years ago. Security was discreet but ironclad. Cameras followed their every move as they stepped out of the vehicle and into the private elevator that whisked them straight up without stopping.When the doors opened directly into the grand foyer, the contrast between the chaotic night at Cipriani and the quiet opulence of home was almost jarring. Soft lighting glowed from crystal sconces, illuminating marble floors, original artwork on the walls, and fresh floral arrangement
Her Return: His Regret 63: The End of Everything
Third POVThe grand ballroom of Cipriani 42nd Street, which only minutes earlier had pulsed with elegance, laughter, and the satisfied hum of successful fundraising, now felt like a courtroom where Destiny Morgan stood accused before a jury of New York’s elite. The giant LED screen continued its merciless loop, the stolen footage of her passionate kiss with Ronan playing again and again in high definition. The bold white caption burned into every retina in the room: “So the CEO Destiny Morgan really is having an affair with a married man.”Destiny stood frozen at the entrance for what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few seconds. Every pair of eyes in the ballroom was fixed on her. Some gazes held shock, others disappointment, and far too many carried the sharp gleam of schadenfreude. She could almost hear the silent judgments forming: the powerful heiress who preached charity while sneaking around with a subordinate’s husband. The woman who had rebuilt her image throug
Her Return: His Regret 62: The Breaking Point
Third POVThe charity ball at Cipriani 42nd Street continued in full swing, the grand ballroom alive with the hum of conversation, clinking glasses, and the smooth rhythm of the jazz band that had replaced the string quartet. Laughter rose in elegant waves as guests moved between the dance floor and the high-top tables draped in crisp white linens. The air carried the mingled scents of fresh flowers, aged whiskey, and the faint metallic tang of excitement that came with big money changing hands for a good cause. Destiny Morgan had just finished another round of gracious small talk with a group of donors when she felt it: the subtle shift in the room’s energy that only she would notice.Across the sea of tuxedos and designer gowns, Ronan Foley caught her eye. He stood near one of the marble columns, nursing a drink he had barely touched all night. His gaze locked onto hers with that familiar intensity, dark and hungry. He gave the smallest tilt of his head toward the side corridor,
Her Return: His Regret 15: Ronan Foley Collapsing
Third Person POVRonan didn’t take the elevator down right away.He stayed on the rooftop long after the doors had closed behind Destiny, the wind cutting through his shirt like it was trying to remind him he was still alive. The city lights blurred below, indifferent as always. He lit another cig
最終更新日 : 2026-03-17Her Return: His Regret 10: How small you are
Third Person POVThe conference room felt colder than usual, even with the morning sun pouring through the huge windows. Destiny sat at the head of the table like she owned every inch of it, which she did. Ronan sat opposite her, suit sharp, hands gripping the chair arms too tight."So," she said,
最終更新日 : 2026-03-17Her Return: His Regret 9: Preparing your fall
Destiny POV“Why aren’t you answering, Grandpa?” the child asked again, noticing the awkward silence at the dinner table.“Well, it’s just… Ronan Foley, he…” my dad stammered, unprepared to face the situation. After all, we never had to worry about Kevin before because he was just a baby, but now h
最終更新日 : 2026-03-17Her Return: His Regret 7: You don't know me
Destiny POVThis day was turning out to be far more interesting than I’d expected. Like some obsessed lunatic, Ronan Foley had lain in wait in the elevator, biding his time until I showed up, just so he could trap me in there with him. It showed just how much my sudden reappearance had shaken him,
最終更新日 : 2026-03-17
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