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Chapter 142 - The Masks Behind the Man
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Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy Chapter 142 - The Masks Behind the Man
Vienna’s POVRaphaël drove like an absolute maniac.The motorbike weaved through traffic like it had a vendetta against every rule of the road. I clung to him for dear life, my arms wrapped tightly around his waist, my helmet pressing against his back.Was this his idea of revenge? Payback for not calling out Chloé? Because if so, this felt a little extreme.I clenched my eyes shut as we shot between two cars, the wind whipping at my jacket. "I’m too young to die," I muttered into the helmet.After what felt like an eternity—and possibly a few lost years of my life expectancy—we finally slowed down. The bike came to a stop at the edge of a quiet cobbled street. I cautiously opened one eye, then the other. To my surprise, we were parked in front of La Praline Célestine.The bakery.The shutters were down, the golden lettering glowing softly under a nearby streetlamp. I blinked. "Wait… what? I thought you were taking me to an apartment."Raphaël pulled off his helmet, his curls springin
Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy Chapter 141 - Sabotage Served Cold
Vienna’s POVAs usual, the final class of the week was Raphaël’s. I was already tired before it began. A week of failed apartment viewings, lukewarm showers and unspoken fears had caught up with me. All I wanted was to survive this class without humiliation.As I stepped into the chocolatier lab, someone bumped into me. I stumbled sideways. "Ow! Hey!""Oops!" Chloé offered me an innocent smile. "Your favorite class of the week, hmm?" she said, her voice loud enough for several students to hear. Laurent snickered.I gave her the flattest look I could muster and kept walking. Not today, Satan.Raphaël entered a moment later. His leather jacket was gone, replaced by a pristine white uniform. His dark curls spilled out from under his chef’s cap.He scanned the room as he walked to the front. When his eyes landed on me, he winked.Damn it! A heat crawled up my neck. Why would he do that? In front of everyone?Zanele elbowed me, grinning. I ignored her and looked determinedly at the floor.
Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy Chapter 140 - Mold, Misery & Motorbikes
Vienna’s POVThe next day, after school, Zanele and I went apartment hunting. We zigzagged across half of Paris on foot and by metro, chasing down leads from listings that looked halfway decent. But each place we visited was another disappointment.One had black mold blooming behind the kitchen cabinets. Another had a ceiling so low I couldn’t stand upright in half the space. A third only had a grimy shared toilet that smelled like mildew and despair."All of them are terrible," I muttered as we walked down yet another narrow stairwell. "And way overpriced."Zanele sighed. "I’m not letting you rent one of these shoeboxes with ghosts, Vienna. You can’t settle for any of these."We did the same thing the next day, and the next. Each evening I returned to her dorm, more defeated than the last. By the end of the week, the hope I’d clung to had all but vanished.I was bone-tired. My back ached from the rock-hard dorm mattress, and even Zanele’s endless supply of humor and chocolate couldn’t
Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy Chapter 139 - Couch & Cocoa Rescue
Vienna’s POVHalf an hour later, I sat curled up in Zanele’s dorm room, clutching a mug of hot cocoa. A colorful blanket was draped over my shoulders.Zanele walked in from the hallway balancing a tray. "The oven in the shared kitchen sucks," she said, rolling her eyes. "But I did the best I could."I blinked at the steaming cookies. "Are those… chocolate chip?""Well, technically," she said, settling down beside me with a dramatic sigh. "The chips kind of melted into a blob.""They smell amazing," I said, my voice soft with gratitude. "Thanks, Zee."She waved it off, but her eyes lingered on me, searching. "I still can’t believe that woman kicked you out. Just like that. No discussion, no warning?"I shook my head slowly. "None. But I get it… Harold kept her in the dark about me. Must’ve been quite a shock to find me there."Zanele swung an arm around me. "You can stay here, obviously. As long as you need. I’ll sleep on the couch.""Zanele, no. You can’t! This is your room," I said, s
Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy Chapter 138 - Power Plays
Vienna’s POVAnother school week dawned, with the scent of autumn in the Paris air. But instead of nerves buzzing in my stomach, I felt light now. Energized. I was finally starting to feel like I belonged. Le Cordon Bleu had already taught me so much. Zanele and I strolled side by side through the courtyard toward our next class, her colorful scarf fluttering behind her.Just as we turned the corner leading to our classroom, the air seemed to shift. "Well, well. Look who it is," came a cold voice.Laurent.He and Chloé were leaning against the wall. Laurent smirked, arms crossed. "Bonjour, ladies," he drawled. "Excited for another week of impressing the professors, hmm?"I glanced at Zanele, then kept walking. "Excuse us," I said calmly.But Chloé stepped directly in front of me, fake-pouting. "You know, Vienna, it’s not really fair to the rest of us, is it?" Her eyes flicked to Laurent. "Some of us are trying to earn our grades the normal way."Zanele’s brows furrowed. "What’s that
Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy Chapter 137 - Men, Messes & Moonlit Skies
Vienna’s POVThe weekend had flown by. After spending Saturday at the Louvre with Zanele, I’d decided to dedicate Sunday to self-care. A massage, a facial, and a much-needed mani-pedi later, I was glowing. I felt recharged—renewed, even.By the evening, the sky had turned a soft lavender outside my balcony window. With my feet curled beneath me on the chaise lounge, I scrolled through my contacts until I landed on Fred’s name.He picked up on the second ring. "Hey," he said, his voice gravelly and tired."Fred… hi." I softened my voice. "I heard about what happened. I didn’t want to bombard you with calls while you were recovering, but I just… I had to check in."There was a pause, then a short chuckle. "Thanks. I appreciate that. I’ve been doing a whole lot of lying down and feeling sorry for myself, so your timing’s pretty good."I winced. "How are you feeling? Really?""Been better," he admitted. "Broken rib, some impressive bruises, a split lip. But hey, nothing I can’t handle."I
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