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Chapter 148 - The Roommate Policy
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Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy Chapter 149 - Masquerades & Macarons
Vienna’s POV"I still think you should’ve gone as a sexy pastry," Zanele said as she tied my corset. "Like… a croissant with a slit."I laughed. "Yeah. No thanks."Zanele stepped around to face me, giving me a once-over. "Holy crap. Vienna, you look insane. In a good way."I glanced at myself in the mirror and barely recognized my own reflection. I’d dressed up as a Venetian Harlequin. A mix of elegance and eerie mystery. My dress was black and deep crimson velvet, flaring theatrically beneath the lace corset. My intricate mask was metallic gold, with swirls of black and red around the eyes. My hair was curled in loose ringlets and threaded with small feathers and satin ribbons. A painted-on smile in burgundy lipstick curled across my lips."Tell me that’s not badass," I said, striking a pose."You look like you stepped straight out of a Tim Burton opera," Zanele said.She gave a twirl in her own costume—a dazzling fire fairy, complete with glittering wings and a crown of flame-color
Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy Chapter 148 - The Roommate Policy
Vienna’s POV"W–what?" I nearly choked on my tea, completely thrown off guard. My heart thudded. "You’ve got some nerve," I added, trying to keep my voice steady.He smirked now. "Listen… if it helps, I have a strict no-kissing-the-roommate policy. It's terrible for the rent dynamic."I scoffed. "That’s a policy?""Very official," he said with mock sincerity. "Even printed it out once. Big bold letters. Fridge-worthy."Despite myself, I laughed. Just a little. Then crossed my arms. "Good. Because I have a no-falling-for-egotistical-chocolatiers policy.""Excellent," he said, stepping aside and gesturing toward the hallway with a theatrical bow. "Glad we’re on the same page. Now go enjoy your... totally real dinner plans."I rolled my eyes and started walking away."Vienna?" he called after me.I turned halfway."If you change your mind, there’s an extra bowl with your name on it."I didn’t answer, just gave him a slight nod and closed my door behind me.As it clicked shut, I leaned aga
Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy Chapter 147 - Too Close for Comfort
Vienna’s POVAfter Zanele and I had wandered through a few boutiques on Rue Saint-Honoré, it became painfully clear that everything there was well out of our price range."Let’s get out of here before we cry on the cashmere." Zanele said in mock-despair.We turned into a narrow side street lined with smaller, more human shops. No velvet ropes, no bodyguards. I let out a sigh of relief.Two hours later, we emerged victorious, bags hanging off our arms. I’d found a few maternity pieces—stretchy pants, flowy skirts, some classy dresses that didn’t make me feel like a tent.Zanele gave me a sideways glance as we reached the metro stop. "Told you. Your pants were hanging on by a thread. One more day and we’d have had a public scene."I laughed, nudging her with my shoulder as we descended the steps. "You’re so dramatic.""I’m just saying," she grinned. "At least now your dignity is safe."We scanned our metro cards and made our way to the platform, bags swinging from our arms. My legs were
Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy Chapter 146 - Parisian Pretenses & Pretty Big Lies
Desiree’s POVEverything in the boutique looked vaguely boho or painfully minimalist—neither of which screamed me. I stepped back outside after a while, expecting to see Warren waiting dutifully. Maybe checking his phone or people-watching in that broody way he did. But the sidewalk was empty.I scanned the street, confused. Seriously?He’d practically begged me to come shopping, and now he’d vanished? Again?I started pacing the sidewalk, annoyance simmering just under the surface. What is wrong with him? This whole trip had felt off. I’d imagined it would be the perfect opportunity—Paris, us, a little nostalgia, a little magic… Instead, he’d been distracted, grumpy, closed off. And now? Gone. Just gone.I was about to text him when I caught a glimpse of him across the street. He was talking to a woman.Something in the curve of her shoulders, the color of her hair, made my breath catch in my throat.No.It couldn’t be.I crossed the street without thinking, my heels clicking hard a
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Warren’s POVEver since we’d landed in Paris last night, Desiree had been… suffocatingly close.From the moment we stepped out of the plane, she’d looped her arm through mine like we were honeymooners.And when we got to the rooms—"Warren, come on," she’d said, giving me those wide eyes and a fake pout. "I can’t sleep in a strange bed all by myself. You know how I get."I’d tried reasoning. "You have your own room, Des."She gave a whimper. "But it’s creepy. The walls are thin. Please, just for tonight?"I’d hesitated too long, and she took that as a yes. By the time I came out of the bathroom, she was already in my bed, her silk nightgown leaving nothing to the imagination. I stood there, exhausted and irritated. But she patted the spot beside her and said with a sugary smile, "Just like old times, big brother."I kept to my side of the bed—barely breathing, barely moving. But Desiree? She slept like an octopus. When I woke up this morning, her leg was slung across my hips, her arm
Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy Chapter 144 - Butter & Banter
Vienna’s POV"Are you kidding me?!"Zanele’s voice practically exploded through the phone, making me wince and pull it away from my ear."You’re now working AND living with the hottest professor in Le Cordon Bleu history?"I rolled my eyes and flopped backward onto the soft duvet. "Zee, it’s not like that," I said firmly. "I told you, I’m over men. I can’t handle any more head-over-heels romances, or whirlwind marriages, or fairytale—""Whoa, whoa, whoa," she cut in. "Who said anything about romance or marriage? I’m just talking about a little fun."I groaned. "Fun gets confusing real quick, in my experience. Especially when the ‘fun’ in question is our professor.""Oh, please. The man is like a walking lava cake. If I were you, I’d be in his sheets right now, learning practical skills."I laughed despite myself. "Of course you would."Zanele clicked her tongue like a disappointed auntie. "Vienna, I’m saying this with love. You need a little fire. You need to let loose. Lean into it."
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