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278: YOU’RE NOT THINKING STRAIGHT
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The Billionaire’s Regret 278: YOU’RE NOT THINKING STRAIGHT
NATE’S POV “Elara…” “Nathan, I don’t want you to stay here and suffer with me.” Her voice shook, sharp and trembling. “I can’t let you wither away when you could be doing so much better. You’re a businessman, in your fucking prime. You should be in New York signing deals, working all those hours like you’ve always enjoyed. Then you go home to a wife who—” “I have a wife,” I cut in, I don’t like where this is going “I have you.” “Not like this.” Her voice cracked anger, hands clenched into fists at her aside, as if struggling to regain composure before speaking again. “You deserve a woman that would fit you perfectly, someone who brings you peace, happiness. Not someone carrying baggage as heavy as mine.” Her breath hitched. “Those bruises… I know how you got them. I don’t need the details to know that he could’ve—” “I don’t want a perfect woman,” I groaned, unable to take the pain in her words any more. “I don’t want any other woman. I want you. You are my perfect woman
The Billionaire’s Regret 277: FOR THE SAKE OF LOVE
NATE’S POV As much as I want her far away from any form of stress or harmful materials, the call with Dr. Ramos wasn’t in my favor. I wanted the doctor to confirm how bad of an idea going shooting was for her, and she did exactly that. But to my dismay, she proceeded to tell Elara how it wasn’t an issue if we used lead-free ammunition and went to an outdoor or private range with proper ventilation. She even added that a shower immediately after would make it “perfectly fine.” It all sounded fine on the call, but for some reason, I still don’t think it’s safe. And for the first time after that call, I saw something new on her face, it wasn’t fury. It was satisfaction. It’s clear Elara wants this. I don’t know why she suddenly wants to go shooting, but I can tell there’s something more behind it. Still, I won’t take that away from her. She always gets what she wants from me. And since we have a doctor’s approval, it won’t be that bad. And if it ends up being bad, well,
The Billionaire’s Regret 276: TAKING THE OFFER
NATE’S POVSaying things are messed up is a fucking understatement.Just when I thought the only thing I had to worry about was keeping everyone safe from the maniac who almost got me killed today, my brother waltzed in with his usual brand of petty nonsense.For years he’d been roaming, partying, fucking around, doing whatever he wanted without a care for the company. Now that I’d quit no, not “want to,” I’d quit — he shows up with his righteous face and his empty promises.“I’m going to do whatever I can to make sure you stay,” he’d snarled before storming out of the office. Classic Marcus: march in, declare, leave me to clean up the mess.I tugged my shirt off and peered at the purple and red web crawling down my ribs. That bastard almost killed us. If I hadn’t seen that device in time, there’d be a hospital bed, or worse, staring back at me.Nicolas is uglier than I thought. He’s getting bolder and more frustrated. That means more attacks, or worse, he goes silent and waits for th
The Billionaire’s Regret 275: WHAT IF
ELARA’S POV “Marcus?” My brows shot up as I scrambled upright on the bed, the surprise tripping over my tongue. “S-sure.” I didn’t know what he wanted, but something in his expression told me this wasn’t just another one of his careless jokes. “Is everything okay?” My voice came quieter than I meant as Marcus dragged the chair away from the dresser. The easy grin I’d seen on his face at dinner was gone, replaced by lines I hadn’t noticed before, shoulders drawn tight, hands buried too deep in his slacks’ pockets. My stomach pulled into knots, but I forced myself still, masking the tension. He set the chair down and slid into it, the scrape of wood against the floor louder than it should’ve been. He sat with his legs braced apart, elbows balanced on his thighs, eyes locked on me. Cold. Serious. It was almost enough to make me flinch. “I’ll just get straight to the point.” His voice held no hesitation. My chest tightened. “My brother’s hiding something. I don’t know wha
The Billionaire’s Regret 274: CAN WE TALK?
ELARA’S POV His jaw flexed, hair shifting just enough to reveal another faint mark along his temple. My stomach dropped. “It’s nothing.” His tone was clipped, careful, like each word was placed on glass. “Don’t lie to me.” I flipped his wrist, my thumb brushing over another faint swell, darker this time. “These weren’t there this morning. So either you went ten rounds with a wall or…” My chest tightened. “This is Nico, isn’t it?” The muscle in his cheek jumped. That was all the answer I needed. “Later,” he said, voice low. “When Marcus isn’t around.” “No. Now.” My pulse kicked hard against my throat. “I’m not going to sit here pretending I don’t see you bleeding under the surface.” “Elara.” He leaned in, whispering like he was trying to press the word into my skin. “Please. Not here. After Marcus leaves, I’ll tell you everything. I swear.” I wanted to push, to shake him until the truth fell out, but then footsteps pounded the hall. Marcus. Nate’s eyes locked on mine, pleading
The Billionaire’s Regret 273: BRUISES
ELARA’S POV Nate reappeared, this time in fresh grey sweats and a plain T-shirt that clung to his chest in a way I absolutely refused to notice. His damp hair fell across his forehead like he’d stepped out of a magazine, nothing like his usual slicked or cropped style. Old me might’ve found this hot. Hot? What am I even saying? He caught my gaze and smirked, like he knew exactly where my mind had wandered. Instead of looking away, I shifted my focus to the picture frames on the wall, pretending that’s what had held my attention all along. My cheeks betrayed me anyway, warming as I busied myself with the plates. I served Marcus, who was glued to his phone, then myself, then finally Nate. “Thank you,” Marcus said, slipping his phone away just as Nate sat opposite me. I focused on my plate like it held all the answers in the world. “Right on time to test El’s master chef cooking.” Marcus grinned, but before I could react his phone buzzed again. He muttered a curse and stood. “
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