The Billionaire Regret After My Goodbye

Aria's POV"NO… PLEASE… STAY AWAY! Don't hurt my baby, PLEASE!"My voice was barely audible, more like a whisper than a cry, yet it was drowned in the cold clatter of surgical instruments.I curled up in the farthest corner of the operating room, my body pressed against the icy wall. The white dress I wore was wrinkled and stained, as crumpled as the chaos in my heart.I must've looked like a mess—my hair tangled and stuck to my tear-streaked face, my lips bitten raw, streaked with blood.But none of that mattered anymore. Not here. Not now.The doctors moved with sterile precision, dressed in pale blue scrubs, their gloved hands calmly arranging gleaming instruments that shimmered under the harsh fluorescent lights.The anesthesiologist adjusted the IV bag above me, the silver glint of the needle burning into my vision."It's a simple procedure," he said with a professional smile. "It'll be over quickly.""Liar!" I shook my head violently, as if I could somehow shake his words out of

Kane's POVShe hit the bed with a soft bounce, her body weightless, like she didn't belong in the real world. I stood beside her, looking down, watching her.She looked troubled. Even unconscious, her brows were furrowed, her lashes trembling like she was trapped in a nightmare she couldn't escape. Her fingers clutched the bedsheet in a white-knuckled grip.I'd seen scenes like this before. More times than I cared to admit.I was used to women throwing themselves at me. They knew exactly what to do—how to smile, how to moan on cue, when to feign innocence, when to beg. It always felt like a performance.And frankly, it bored me.But this one… she was different.She wasn't putting on a show. She wasn't trying to seduce. Her lipstick was smeared, her makeup ruined, her breath hot with the sting of alcohol. When I reached out to touch her, her body flinched—not in invitation, but in fear.Genuine fear.That was new.I leaned down and gripped her chin gently but firmly, tilting her face t

Kane's POVThere she stood—frozen, trembling, eyes wide with fear—but still glaring at me with defiance burning behind those lashes.Like a cornered kitty.Terrified out of her mind, but baring her teeth anyway.Yeah...that's it. A kitty. The perfect word for her.Last night, the way she teased me, her flushed skin, those lips brushing against mine—I was this close to losing control. I was ready to take her, right there and then.But just as I leaned in, drunk on lust—She puked all over me.Fucking unbelievable.And the worst part?I cleaned it up. With my own damn hands.Scrubbed the floor, wiped her down, even helped her into bed. Naked, vulnerable, right there in front of me, and I didn't touch her.Not once.If anyone heard about that, they'd think I'd gone soft. Or worse—impotent.Normally, I'd have kicked someone like her straight out the door. But there was something about her last night...all curled up, unconscious, tears caught in her lashes. Fragile. Breakable.A woman like

Kane's POVThe quarterly report was halfway through when the next speaker, Carter—the VP of Marketing—stood up to present. I gave him a brief nod to begin.That was when Baron barged in. No knock. Just pushed the door wide open.My jaw tightened instantly.Executive meetings like this were sacred—private, precise, and absolutely not to be interrupted. A competent assistant should've known that.The room fell silent. Heads turned. Eyebrows raised. Every eye in the room landed on him.Baron offered a curt nod. His voice low, almost apologetic."Pardon me, gentlemen."He strode toward me without explanation. Just a pointed look—urgent, insistent—but not something he could say out loud.I wasn't in the mood for games. I slammed the folder shut and tapped my knuckles three times on the polished wood table.The sound echoed. Sharp. Controlled."Speak. What could possibly justify interrupting this meeting?"He hesitated—barely a second—but I noticed. Then, quietly, he said,"Sir… Reception j

Aria's POVOnce I officially started working, I realized—this job wasn't nearly as bad as I'd imagined. It was just like any other server gig: greeting guests, coordinating staff, keeping things running smoothly. I handled everything with quiet efficiency.Part of me... almost felt relieved. Maybe this place wasn't involved in anything shady after all. Maybe I'd judged too quickly.That afternoon, I arrived at the bar early, just like always. But the second I stepped through the door, something felt off. Chaos. Tables were being dragged across the floor, someone was scrubbing down the bar, wires and decorations were strewn everywhere. The air buzzed with nervous energy, anticipation crackling like static.This wasn't normal.A chill pricked my spine. Something was definitely up.I pushed aside the unease and went straight to the manager."Are the police coming?" I asked quietly.He raised a brow, a sly grin tugging at his lips. "No. We're expecting someone important.""Important?" I e