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The Billionaire's Regret; Now He Desperately Wants Her Back. 20
POV: Emerald It started with a whisper.Not in a courtroom, not in the tabloids. But inside a conference call.I sat at the head of a sleek glass table in Imperial Holdings’ executive boardroom. Morning light spilled through the windows as digital graphs flickered across a central display. My mind had been half on the numbers, half on Kelvin’s therapy appointment later that afternoon—until my CFO’s voice broke through.“Before we close,” Marissa said, tapping her stylus to the screen, “we flagged some abnormal trade activity surrounding the Reinhardt merger.”My gaze sharpened. “How abnormal?”“Precise. Strategic. Someone’s been buying small shares in holding firms tied to our target acquisition. It’s subtle. But too structured to be coincidence.”A breath passed through the room.“Do we know who?”Marissa hesitated. “The trail loops back through several fronts. Cayman, Zurich, and... an old associate of your brother.”I felt it before I fully understood it. That slow, cold crawl u
The Billionaire's Regret; Now He Desperately Wants Her Back. 19
POV: MichaelIt was the hardest decision I’d made since letting her go.I sat in my attorney’s private conference room, staring at a manila folder with my name typed neatly across the tab. The room was quiet, lined with leather-bound law books and the cold, stale scent of legal process. A far cry from the warmth of Kelvin’s birthday, the smell of cake, or the weight of my son’s hand in mine.I hadn’t wanted this.But after days of silence, after the media storm turned me into a meme, after Emerald didn’t return my calls—after watching myself be rewritten as dangerous, volatile, and unfit—I did what desperate men sometimes do.I sought paper.“I want visitation rights,” I said quietly.My lawyer, James Patel, sat across from me with cautious eyes. “Are you sure?”“No,” I admitted. “But I have to try. I can’t keep hoping for permission.”Patel leaned back. “This will trigger a legal response from Ms. Hugo’s team. And possibly the press, if it leaks. You’re filing against a beloved publ
The Billionaire's Regret; Now He Desperately Wants Her Back. 18
POV: MichaelI should’ve known it wouldn’t last.The day had been near-perfect—an impossible kind of peace, the kind that made me forget, even for an hour, how much I'd lost. The smell of cake still lingered in the air. Kelvin had fallen asleep on my lap for ten full minutes after opening his presents. Emerald had stood only a few steps away, not flinching, not freezing—just watching, accepting.But peace was a fragile thing.And chaos always knew how to find them.The first sign was Reid’s voice in my earpiece. I still wore one, as part of the low-profile protection detail Emerald had reluctantly approved for the afternoon.“She’s here.”I stood immediately, my spine locking.“Where?”“Front gate. Pushing past the vendors.”I didn’t wait.I cut through the crowd of lingering guests, the families gathering their kids, the photographers Emerald had allowed for exactly one hour, no more. I found her by the courtyard fountain, still wrapped in her flawless white—an echo of grace forged f
The Billionaire's Regret; Now He Desperately Wants Her Back. 17
POV: MichaelThe private school sat tucked in the hills above the city, more fortress than campus. Clean lines. Discreet gates. Ivy-wrapped walls that whispered wealth without saying it out loud. A place designed to shield children from the world even as it prepared them to rule it.I had never set foot here before.Until today.My name wasn’t listed on the visitor log. My donation had been processed through a blind foundation. The $2.5 million endowment for technology, infrastructure, and arts education had come from an entity the headmaster couldn’t trace back to me—until I arrived and quietly introduced myself in the polished foyer.“I don’t want recognition,” I said. “Just a tour.”The man smiled with rehearsed charm. “Of course, Mr. Michael. We’re honored. Anything in particular you’d like to see?”I hesitated, then said, “The lower basic floor. I’m curious how the youngest pupils learn.”They walked slowly. Clean halls. Happy laughter echoing from behind classroom doors. Display
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POV: Emerald The morning after Vivian’s outburst, I stood at the edge of Kelvin’s bed, watching him sleep.His cheeks were flushed from dreams, his small chest rising and falling with the rhythm of peace. But even in his rest, he curled his body toward the wall like he was trying to shield himself from a memory. My hands trembled at my sides.I had failed him.Not completely, no. I had been there in time. But not before words were spoken. Words that didn’t belong in a child’s mind. Not ever. And especially not from meI turned away and left the room, closing the door softly behind me.I’d waited long enough.By 10 a.m., three people stood in my office.Reid Torres—former Special Forces, current chief of private family security for elite families around the globe. A lean, weathered man with steady eyes.Dana Lu—cybersecurity and surveillance specialist, previously of the FBI.And Isobel Renn—former child protection liaison, now my new Head of Domestic Safety.I faced them with my hand
The Billionaire's Regret; Now He Desperately Wants Her Back. 15
POV: MichaelI hadn’t meant for it to become obsession.But obsession doesn’t always start as fire. Sometimes it grows in the quiet. A look that lingers too long. A headline read twice. The echo of a child’s laugh I heard only once, now playing on loop in my chest like a siren.After the tabloids exploded, Emerald all but vanished from the public eye. No statements. No interviews. No carefully-worded clarifications. She didn’t deny the rumors. She didn’t feed them either.She just... went still.And it drove me mad.My only thread to her now came through press releases and society events. Black-tie charity auctions. Foundation brunches. State-level galas. If she was listed as attending, so was I.I became a ghost at her side—never close enough to speak, never far enough to let go.I didn’t push. Not yet. Not again.I just watched.The first time, it was the Armitage Fundraiser. She arrived late, stunning in ivory silk, Kelvin by her side. Her smile was gracious, but her eyes never sto
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