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The Billionaire’s Regret 128: COLORS
KYLES POV. “Then prove it,” I say simply before turning on my heel, motioning for her to follow me toward one of the finest homes in the first estate we’ve built. The construction here is finished, but safety rules are safety rules. I grab two jackets and helmets, handing one to her. She takes the jacket and slips it over her blouse. I do the same with mine, but when I glance back at her, she’s still struggling with the helmet. It’s taking way too long. With an exasperated sigh, I step closer, gently pushing her hands away. “Here,” I mutter, clicking the strap securely under her chin. She blinks up at me in surprise, but I don’t think on it. We should’ve hired an interior designer for this project a long time ago, but every candidate either didn’t match our style or had too many other commitments. I need someone focused. No distractions. “This is a three bedroom home designed for a family of four,” I explain as we step inside. “We want it to have a cozy, welcoming atm
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-12The Billionaire’s Regret 129: MR SCARED OF CATS?
KYLE’S POV My warning fell on deaf ears. She picked it up. She freaking picked it up. “Aren’t you a cutie,” Elara coos, cradling the little fur-covered menace in her hands. I take a quick step back. “Put it down.” But instead of listening, she grins and pushes it toward me. “Would you look at that?” I take another step back. “I’m not touching that.” She gasps dramatically. “Wait… Are you scared of cats?” “No, I am not,” I say firmly, keeping as much distance as I can. Her brows lift. “Then why did you just jump away like that?” “I didn’t jump—” “Oh, look, kitty, seems like the great Kyle Sinclair is scared of you,” she teases in a baby voice. The cat meows as if agreeing with her. “For the record, I am not scared of cats,” I grumble. “And I did not jump away.” I point at the thing still nestled in her arms. “That thing is dangerous.” She lets out a laugh. “Dangerous?” “To your health, yes,” I say, arms still crossed tightly. “You don’t know where it’s
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-13The Billionaire’s Regret 130: STEPPING OUT.
ELARA’S POV “There was a mistake with the accounting,” Jenna says, placing two sets of clipped papers on my desk. “Sam was supposed to record it correctly, but she made an error. If you look at the total balance in the account and the balance in the transaction I sent you… it’s the same.” I frown, taking both documents and scanning them carefully. “It seems so,” I murmur. Sam needs to start double, checking things. And now? I feel bad for jumping to conclusions. I had doubted Jenna, even thought she might be stealing from the company. But the numbers check out. Maybe I was just being paranoid. Still… something about her just doesn’t sit right with me. She never seemed suspicious, and I didn’t find any actual proof against her. Yet, deep down, I still feel like something is off. Maybe it’s time I drop it and focus on more important things. I shake the thoughts away. “So…” Jenna leans in, eyes glinting with curiosity. “How was your visit to the Coles yesterday… y
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-13The Billionaire’s Regret 131: LUNCH
ELARA’S POV “Yes… but I can come up if you’d also like me to,” he shrugs. I stay silent for a second, smiling to myself. “I’ll be down in a minute,” I say before ending the call. Jenna raises a brow. “Everything okay?” I nod, grabbing my purse. “I’m stepping out for a moment.” “To see Robert Powers?” she asks, the amusement in her tone was evident. “Yes.” I keep my expression neutral. “Ohh… something’s going on between you two,” she declares. “Jenna!” . “with that blush? You don’t even need to tell anything” I press my lips together, fighting the smile threatening to break free. “I bet you have a lot to do,” I say, clearing my throat. “So, maybe you should get back to work, Jenna.” “It’s a miracle you’re keeping it together right now,” she smirks before finally leaving. I exhale, glancing at my reflection in the window. Straightening my blouse, I grab my perfume and spritz a little. Then, I reach for my lipstick, but pause before it touches my lips. Wha
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-14The Billionaire’s Regret 132: TICKETS
ELARA’S POV I thought we were just going for lunch, but instead, we end up at a steakhouse with an outdoor setting. It’s not too crowded, and the air feels warm and a little classic . We settle at a table indoors, near the large windows. I’ve never been to a place like this before but then again, that’s what I get for not going out much and focusing on work. Even though the place looks nice, the steak prices are absurd. But honestly… what did I expect? After ordering, for the first time, silence settles between us. I don’t mind. The swoosh of the TV catches my attention. A Formula One race is playing, but it’s a replay from last month. It’s been a while since I’ve watched a race, but even now, just seeing those cars, the sleek designs, the sharp turns, the roaring engines…. It’s exciting to watch. For a moment, I lose myself in the screen, watching how effortlessly the drivers take sharp turns, as the sped away. “Don’t tell me you’re one of them?” Robert’s voi
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-14The Billionaire’s Regret 133: A FRIEND FOR NOW
ELARA’S POV“We don’t have much time…” Robert speaks again, but I stay frozen in my seat.I just can’t believe this is happening.It all feels too surreal.“But we ordered. What about the steak?”Robert smirks. “We’ll have plenty of steak at the Grand Prix.”He stands, waiting for me.My heart hammers in my chest. I hesitate, but eventually, I rise to my feet, my steps slow as I follow him out of the steakhouse.A Formula One race?I’m actually going to a Formula One race.A thrill rushes through me, mixing with disbelief. I don’t even know how to feel.The drive from the restaurant to the Las Vegas Boulevard is a blur, my mind still struggling to catch up.But when we arrive—The scent of burning rubber fills the air.The deafening roar of engines vibrates through my chest.Crowds of excited fans move around us, neon lights reflecting off their eager faces.The cheers. The noise. The energy.It’s been so long, yet the feeling is still the same.My palms grow clammy as we approach the
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-15The Billionaire’s Regret 134: YOUR LUCKY DAY
ELARA’S POV I turned just in time for Robert to hand me a glass of something sparkling and a plate filled with small, ridiculously fancy appetizers. Truffle sliders, so delicate they looked like art. A tiny spoonful of caviar that probably cost more than my entire outfit. Sushi rolls perfectly made they looked almost too perfect to eat. I took a bite and groaned. “Okay, this is ridiculously good, How is this even real?” Robert chuckled, reaching for something on his plate with a pair of sleek black chopsticks. “Okay now You have to try this,” he said, directing his chopsticks toward my mouth. I hesitated. Did he expect me to take it from him, or—? Before I could decide, he moved in closer, leaving me no choice but to open up. The cool, delicate texture of the salmon roll hit my tongue first, followed by the perfectly seasoned rice. The flavors burst in my mouth, a balance of saltiness and sweetness that made me moan to the goodness. “It’s reverse sushi,” he explained, watching
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-15The Billionaire’s Regret 135: DONE
ELARA’S POV The race started, and my heart pounded as the cars sped off the line. For the first few laps, Ferrari was stuck in the midfield, and with every turn, my stomach twisted with nerves. The Red Bull driver was ahead, comfortably holding second place, and I could feel Robert’s smugness radiating off him. “Looks like I’m about to win this,” he murmured near my ear. A shiver ran down my spine, but I refused to let him see how much he affected me. I straightened and lifted my chin. “It’s not over yet.” Even though, deep down, I was starting to lose hope. Hamilton was still in third. The laps were winding down. There wasn’t much time left. Then, everything changed. With just three laps to go, the Red Bull car and the Mercedes were trying to overtake each other. When the Ferrari car suddenly picked up speed, gaining on the Mercedes ahead. I clutched the railing so hard my knuckles turned white, my breath catching as Hamilton took an aggressive inside line. “Come on,” I
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The Billionaire’s Regret 181: NEW ARCHITECT
ELARA’S POVThe drive to the site is quiet, no music, no calls. Just the hum of the engine and the slow, sharp creep of the headache pulsing behind my eyes.“You’re late,” Kyle greets me the second I step inside, his usual frown in place. “Again.”I almost smile. His grumbling’s basically part of our routine now.We don’t even have a fixed schedule for my visits here, but he complains every time, and I let him. Maybe because I find it a little amusing. Maybe because he hasn’t been around much lately, thanks to the whole architect mess. These days, it’s mostly me and the new designer… or Rob.“Good morning to you too, Kyle.”“It’s twelve in the afternoon.”“It’s all the same, Kyle.” I roll my eyes with a small smile.“The items you ordered were already delivered.”“Already? I thought they weren’t coming until twelve-thirty?”“Well, they turned out to be efficient and punctual—unlike somebody else.”“Somebody else has other jobs to handle, you know.” I follow him through the entryway.T
The Billionaire’s Regret 180: I'M FINE
ELARA’S POVIt’s been a week since I last saw Nate— or heard from him.It’s nothing new. We’ve gone years without talking before.So going a week without his appearance should not feel like this.It's not new to me, plus all the times I've seen him, I couldn’t stand being around him; I always end up getting mad at him for the stupid things he does. but its not his first time going MIABut this time… this time feels different.Maybe it’s because of how we left things.After all he said, I knew I was wrong for once, but then again, I was frozen in place. His words echoing in my head, repeating like a broken recordI couldn’t shut off. I couldn’t stop.And I couldn’t even bring myself to text him.Or call.Or try to clear things up.It was like my whole body locked up.I couldn’t.I just couldn’t.And for the rest of the week I culd even search up his name on my contacts.“El?”Elliot’s voice cut through the silence, snapping me out of my haze.“Yes?” I blink, sitting a little straight
The Billionaire’s Regret 179: IS HE WORTH IT?
Silence takes over, and then only thing I can hear is my beating heart and the sound of cars, passing through the streets. “I checked into the guys,” he said quietly breaking the silence. “It seemed they got the wrong house. And… well, they aren’t any threat. In the end, it was just like you predicted.” I couldn’t utter a single word. Only stared — like something had gotten hold of my tongue and refused to let go. “I guess my mess-ups were worse than I thought,” he let out a chuckle, but it came out hollow. Sad. His face didn’t show much, but his eyes… his eyes gave him away. “I’m sorry for the inconveniences I’ve caused. I know there are a lot of them,” he continued. “There isn’t anything I can do to make it up to you… right?” I swallowed a lump I didn’t even know was there. My mouth had gone dry. I was out of words. Heck could even think of anything to say “Nate…” “No. El, you don’t have to say anything. I understand.” But you don’t’ I wanted to say but I couldn’t.
The Billionaire’s Regret 178: THERE'S A MISUNDERSTANDING
ELARA’S POV He stood there like everything was fine. I didn’t know what made me angrier: the fact that he was still smiling after what he did, or the fact that a part of me still reacted to him. Still felt something when I saw that smile. I wanted to turn around. I wanted to walk right past him and pretend he didn’t exist. But I couldn’t. Not this time. I stepped closer, heels clicking against the pavement like warning shots. He straightened up when he saw me coming, and I swear, he had the audacity to look relieved. Relieved! I stopped just short of him, eyes locked onto his. “El,” he waved. “Why are you here, Nate?” I snapped. “Did your minions tell you I found the tail you sent to follow me, and now you’re doing it yourself, or what?” “Minions?” “Don’t play dumb with me, Nate. I know you sent that guard or whatever to tail me,” I spat, running my hand through my hair with zero care who might be watching. “I don’t know why I keep thinking you’ll ever change.” “
The Billionaire’s Regret 177: YOU’RE NOT MY CONCISE
ELARA’S POV Nico’s words struck something in me. I hated that he was right. Hated it even more that I couldn’t argue back. But can I really blame him? I let this happen. Asher said he was told to keep an eye on Mrs. Hales. Only one person would call me that. Nate. Mimi called him my husband too. Of course it was him. Who else would have the money, the reach, or the nerve? He said he was changing. Said he wanted to be better. And after Mimi called me, and told me what he did… a little part of me wanted believe that he was maybe changing. But then he does this? Hiring someone to follow me without saying a word? He’s going back to doing that again. Acting like he knows what’s best for me. “Asher, right?” I ask calmly, even though my chest feels like it’s twisting in on itself. He nods, eyes down, clearly uncomfortable. “You can go.” I hand him his ID card. “What do you mean he can go?” Nico snaps, cutting through the moment like a blade. His fists are clenched. He look
The Billionaire’s Regret 176: YOU MIGHT BE IN DANGER.
ELARA’S POV “Why were you following us?” Nico barked, tightening his grip around the stranger’s throat. The man shoved at Nico’s arm, trying to break free, but before he could get a good grip, Nico slammed him back against the wall again. His fist connected with the guy’s jaw, knocking the sunglasses clean off his face. Even though he was muscular, the man looked young. Maybe nineteen, maybe even younger. “I. Was. Not. Following you!” he spat, trying to wriggle out of Nico’s hold, but Nico was stronger and his grip firm. “Who sent you?” Nico growled, jaw tight as the man’s face began turning red. “Call the cops, El,” Nico ordered, My hands fumbled with my bag as I scrambled for my phone, nerves making my fingers clumsy. “Wait!" i pause,"Please, it’s not what you think,” he forced out, voice tight. Nico’s grip didn’t waver. His arm locked the guy in place, pinning him hard against the wall. He opened his mouth again, tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. “Please,” he
The Billionaire’s Regret 175: I WASN'T BEING PARANOID.
ELARA’S POVI simply stared at him, no words coming out.I was still trying to process why he was here. Now, of all times — after being gone for what felt like forever. It had been months, and the last time we saw each other, we didn’t exactly part on good terms.At least, that’s how I remembered it.“It’s been a while, El,” he said, his smirk widening as he lowered himself into the chair across from mine. He pushed a cup across the table. “Have the coffee. It’s just the way you like it in june- full of ice, lots of milk, and extra whipped cream.”My gaze dropped to the cup in front of me. It was sweating lightly, the ice already beginning to melt. As tempting as it looked, I didn’t take a sip. Instead, I reached out and moved it to the side of my desk.“Thank you for the coffee,” I said, forcing a small smile.“It’s been a while, Nico. Where have you been?” I asked, keeping my tone neutral.He leaned back in his chair, one arm slung casually over the side. “Well, you know… business h
The Billionaire’s Regret 174: BECAUSE I LOVED HIM.
ELARA’S POV His words were all I could think about when I got to the office. I’m going to change, El. It played in my head like a broken record. But was that really possible? Nate? Change? Those two can’t be in the same sentence. It was a little hard to believe. No! scratch that it was very hard to believe. Nathaniel Hale never changed for anyone. He expected the world to adjust to him, not the other way around. I knew that because I had done exactly that for him… over and over again. I gave up a lot back then. Things I once loved. Things that made me me. Like my regular visits to *** the After my father passed, I stopped going not because I wanted to, but because Nate never liked me going there. Said it was too far out of the city. And when his new circle of friends started whispering in his ear, questioning why I kept going… well, it became easier for him if I just stopped. And so I did. Let’s not even talk about how I had to reduce my work hours, put dreams on
The Billionaire’s Regret 173 : PLEASE BE CAREFUL
ELARA’S POV When I woke up, the first thing I did was glance out the window. I don’t know why I cared, but… his car was still there. Something fluttered in my chest relief? No. No, it couldn’t be that. After getting ready and filling Milla’s bowl, I made a second cup of coffee. For Nate. He spent the whole night in his car. I never asked him to, but still making him coffee wasn’t a big deal, right? Just… basic decency. Pouring it into a mug, I grabbed my bag and double checked the locks on my door. Maybe triple-checked. Just in case. Before I headed out. “Good morning,” he said, rolling down his window. He looked terrible. Dark circles sagged under his eyes, his shirt was wrinkled like he’d been dragged through the night. His hair stuck up like he’d run his hands through it too many times. Guilt twisted my stomach. It must’ve been hell, sitting out here all night. “Coffee,” I said, handing him the mug. “Thanks.” His lips curled into a half smile as he
