LOGINHe betrayed his wife. He buried her memory. And he never knew she carried his sons. Allen Hale had everything—power, wealth, and a woman who loved him without conditions. Until he chose another woman and signed away his marriage without regret. Mia Hale vanished the night their divorce was finalized. The world said she died. Allen believed it—and moved on. But Mia lived. Reborn as Iris Morris, the sole heiress of a legendary billionaire dynasty, she returns years later with unimaginable power… and two twin boys Allen never knew existed. Boys with their eyes. His blood. His past. As Iris quietly dismantles Allen’s empire, he’s forced to face the truth: the woman he destroyed is the one holding his future—and the sons he never deserved. Now regret is no longer a feeling. It’s a reckoning. Mia must decide if the man who broke her heart deserves a place in her sons’ lives… or if some betrayals come with no second chances. Because some loves are realized too late— and some regrets last forever.
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“I’m never falling in love again.”I murmured to myself as I downed a glass of vodka.
I winced slightly as it burnt its way down my throat.
I shouldn’t be drinking.
I know I shouldn’t be drinking.
I don’t even have the head for alcohol but I just want to try and forget about how bad my heart was aching.
Still..the alcohol wasn’t helping.
Three years…it took Marcus three years to tell me that I wasn’t gentle,considerate and sexy.
How could he say that to me when he had always adored me?
What went wrong?
And just few hours ago…I saw pictures of him online.
Apparently,he had traveled to England with a girl.
She had looked so classy…so sophisticated in the pictures.
We just broke up like three days ago and he’s already with someone else?
That made me curious to know when he met her…
Was it before we broke up?
Had he been cheating on me?
Had I really become less gentle and sexy and considerate?
Oh God.
It was as if someone was repeatedly piercing my chest with a knife.
How could it be so easy for him to end what we had?
Am I supposed to move on like that?
How can I move on from him?
I filled up my glass again and drank everything on it.
Someone sat beside me and l suddenly felt uncomfortable.
I didn’t want anyone to see me at my lowest.
With every intention of leaving,I turned to slid off the stool but before I realized it,I had turned towards the direction of the person.
It was a man.
I became aware of a pregnant taut silence.
Feeling absurdly compelled…I looked up and came face to face….eyeball to eyeball with a fallen angel who was looking right at me.
A dark fallen angel.
With eyes that seemed to glow green and gold under long back lashes and black brows…high cheekbones and a very enchanting lips.
It drew my eyes and made me stop and linger.
I had the most bizarre and urgent desire to press my lips against his mouth..to feel and taste its texture.
This was all within a nanosecond.
“Hey,pretty lady.”He began.
I couldn’t understand the hot feeling in my belly,the sizzling in my blood for what seemed like aeons.
My breath hitched and I felt dizzy.
I was still sitting down!
Pull yourself,Tessa.
This has to be the alcohol.
I shakily stood up.
“Oh please don’t leave on my account.”
“I was…I was about leaving…”
“Am I too late to ask if you would share a drink with me?”He asked.
I should decline but his hot and deep voice hit me like a wrecking ball.
I sat back down as I stared at him…a burning hit reaction spread through me…lighting a fire through every vein and every bit of pulsing blood in my body.
And when he smiled faintly…the room seemed to tilt.
“I…”I let out with pathetic ineffectiveness.
He took off his coat and jacket revealing the thin silk of his shirt and the body I had suspected existed was now heart-stoppingly evident.
What is wrong with me?
It has to be the break up and the alcohol.
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The sound of running water woke me up.
I blinked slowly and opened my eyes.
My head was aching but my eyes dilated when I realized that I wasn’t in my bedroom.
Oh my God!
This room looked so exquisite…
The curtains were opened and I sat up to see some clothes on the floor.
I shakily laid back down and held the duvet to myself.
What the hell?
I mentally assessed myself.
Oh my God!
I’m naked!
Unable to believe it…I moved the duvet aside and the shock of my state made me cover myself up again.
Oh…
And I felt so tender…
So tender between my legs.
Like flash…the memories of last night came crashing down on me…Drinking to stupor and meeting that strange man…it seems we had a little conversation of a sort and then we ended up in a hotel room.
My cheeks felt so hot as I grabbed my long hair and recalled him rising above me…sliding inside and repeatedly stroking me.
Oh…he had done it so good.
Oh no!
This wasn’t the time to think about how good he was.
I just had a one night stand with a stranger.
I’ve never slept with a stranger before.
How am I supposed to face him?
What am I to say?
I have to run before he comes out of the bathroom.
I hurriedly got up from the bed and quickly put on my clothes and grabbed my bag,
As I walked up to the door…
The bathroom door opened.
And then he walked out…
I was almost floored by how handsome he looked.
He was on a bathroom but I couldn’t fail to notice his manly features…
His broad shoulders and powerful thighs.
My heartbeat was out of control.
Marcus wouldn’t hold a candle to this man.
Memories of our sex last night invaded my mind again…
The way he hugged me…kissed me…thrust into me…
I felt hot all over.
Shaking my head,I forced myself to stop thinking about it.
I fanned myself with my hands but it was useless…
While I looked all restless…he was as calm as a cucumber.
And then I caught his gaze…
He was staring at me as if I was an object.
He cocked an eyebrow and stared at me with disdain.
Why is he staring at me like that?
I saw him reach for the bedside and picked up his wallet.
I could see it was loaded with money.
My eyes widened.
Does he think I’m a prostitute?
I felt deeply insulted so I decided to act fast.
I took out two hundred dollars from my bag and threw them on the bed before he could offer me any money.
I put on a calm attitude and crossed my arms.
Looking up at him straight in the eyes,I let out:
“Though you’re good looking but you skills are bad…so bad and it’s only worth a little money!”
I wanted to humiliate him before he does that to me.
“What did you just say?”The man asked,furiously.
By all means…I hid how embarrassed I was and in order to show him that I was serious…I moved closer to him and patted him on the shoulder.
“Well,you could try giving a discount first and once you’ve learned how to satisfy a woman…you can definitely raise the price!”With that,I spun and walked off as fast as I could.
While I was fleeing,I could hear him roar…”Fuck!”
I’ve deeply annoyed that man!
Three years later.The house no longer echoed. It breathed. Soft sounds lived in it now—small feet against polished floors, the uneven rhythm of laughter spilling from room to room, the faint clatter of something being dragged where it didn’t belong. Life, uncontained, moving through spaces that had once been too quiet. Mia stood at the kitchen counter, one hand resting against the edge while the other steadied a cup she hadn’t taken a sip from. “Careful—careful—” A burst of giggles cut her off. Too late. Something already toppled. She closed her eyes briefly, her shoulders lifting with a quiet inhale before she turned. Chris stood in the middle of the living room, one hand hovering uselessly in the air as if he could rewind the last two seconds if he just reached far enough. At his feet, wooden blocks lay scattered in all directions. Between them, two small bodies looked entirely pleased with the chaos they’d created. “That was not careful,” Mia said, though the edge never q
Five months later.The morning arrived quietly. Just a slow unfolding of light through the curtains, pale and soft, settling over everything it touched. Mia sat at the edge of the bed, her hands resting in her lap, fingers loosely intertwined. The room carried the faint scent of pressed fabric and something floral—her grandmother’s doing, no doubt. The dress hung near the window, suspended as if it didn’t quite belong to the world yet. She hadn’t touched it. Not since last night. A knock came, gentle. “Iris?” Grandma Morris’s voice filtered through. Mia turned her head slightly. “I’m awake.” The door opened, carefully, like even the hinges understood what today meant. Grandma Morris stepped in first, her gaze finding Mia immediately, softening in a way that made something tighten behind Mia’s ribs. Grandpa Morris lingered just behind her, one hand resting against the doorframe before he stepped fully inside. For a moment, no one spoke. They just… looked at her. Mia let out a
into house was still awake when Mia pushed the door open. That, more than anything, made her pause. The lights in the living room spilled into the hallway in a warm, steady glow. The quiet wasn’t the usual end-of-day quiet either. Mia stepped inside slowly, easing the door shut behind her. Her heels clicked softly against the floor, the sound carrying further than it should have. “Grandma?” she called, her voice low, uncertain. No immediate answer. She took a few more steps forward, shrugging her bag higher on her shoulder, her fingers already loosening around the strap. Then she saw them. Both of them were seated side by side on the couch. Waiting for her. Grandma Morris turned first, her face lighting up in a way that made Mia’s steps falter. “Finally,” she said, her tone warm, threaded with something that felt almost like anticipation. “We were beginning to think you’d sleep at the office tonight.” Mia let out a small breath, though her brows pulled together
Allen sat at his desk, the cursor blinking at him like it expected something he hadn’t yet decided to give. The document on his screen was open. Numbers aligned. Notes structured. Everything where it should be. His pen rested between his fingers, unmoving. The hum of the office drifted in from beyond the glass—phones ringing, low conversations threading through the corridors, footsteps passing in steady intervals. Work happening. He shifted slightly in his chair, drawing in a slow breath, then letting it out through his nose. Focus. The word settled, firm. He lowered his gaze back to the screen, scanning the figures again. Adjusting one. Cross-checking another. It held for a while. The memory slipped in without permission. He stilled. The elevator scene replayed in his head. The way her name had left his mouth before he could catch it. The way it had changed the air between them. Mr. Allen. The correction had been gentle. His grip on the pen tightened, the plastic pressing
Mia sat cross-legged on the floor beside the coffee table, laptop open, printed reports scattered around her like fallen leaves. The lamp beside the couch cast a soft amber circle around her, leaving the rest of the room in shadow. Chris had long since loosened his tie. Derek had gone home hours ag
Mia noticed it on the third morning.The first. The first could be jet lag. The second could be a coincidence.The third was a pattern.Chris stood at the kitchen counter with his phone in one hand and a mug in the other, coffee forgotten, cooling untouched. He wasn’t scrolling. He wasn’t typing. H
Chris’s key clicked in the lock later than usual. The apartment smelled faintly of lavender from the candle Mia had left burning, flickering shadows along the walls. He paused in the doorway, coat half off, shoes untied. Tension followed him like a shadow, tight across his shoulders, pressing down
The city had that early light that hadn’t yet warmed anything. A pale, cautious sun lifting over rooftops, brushing steel and glass with promises it wasn’t sure it could keep. Chris stood at the window of his apartment, hands loose in his coat pockets, watching traffic inch along like reluctant a












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