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37: THE FIRST DANCE.

Author: Glittering gold
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-22 21:05:37

NATE'S POV

Dinner ends in a blur. Elara and I haven’t spoken a word to each other since our little argument. The silence between us feels heavy, like an invisible wall keeping us apart, even though she’s sitting right next to me.

As the plates are cleared, soft music starts playing in the background. Elara stays seated beside me, her hazel eyes focused on the people dancing.

A small, smile finds its way to her lips, and for a moment, I wonder what she’s thinking. She seems calm, even happy, like she’s forgotten the tension between us.

Meanwhile, Nicholas keeps stealing glances at her, his gaze lingering far too long for my liking. It’s as if he thinks he has some sort of claim on her, and each time I catch him looking, it feels like a dagger twisting in my chest, sharper and deeper every time.

More couples step onto the dance floor, swaying to the gentle beats of the song. Even Mr. Bellini is dancing with his granddaughters, their laughter blending with the Italian music fills the ro
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  • The Billionaire’s Regret    296: WE’RE SUPPOSED TO BE A TEAM.

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  • The Billionaire’s Regret    295: NOT THIS TIME

    ELARA’S POV The few minute we’ve been speeding between the cars, The world kept slipping in and out of focus as I tried to keep up with my breathing exercises. The last thing I wanted was to let the panic take over again. If it’s really Nicolas men in the cars…. They are not going to take me. Not this time. “How many cars do you see?” I asked, forcing my voice steady. Chris checked the mirror. “Two. But we can’t be sure.” My head snapped toward the back window just as a black SUV swerved into view, speeding straight toward us. “Step on it, Chris!” I barked. The other vehicle closed in too fast, too close. Metal nearly kissed metal. My left hand pressed against my stomach as I sucked in another breath. “Ana, call Nate—” The car swerved again, cutting hard left. And instead of hitting the gas, Chris slammed the brake. My breathing exercise shattered. Vision blurred. We jerked to a stop inside what looked like an underground parking lot. “What are you

  • The Billionaire’s Regret    294: I’VE SEEN THIS NIGHTMARE BEFORE.

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  • The Billionaire’s Regret    293: ANOTHER BATCH OF FLOWERS

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  • The Billionaire’s Regret    292: THIS CONVERSATION IS OVER

    
ELARA’S POV
 
“It’s nothing,” I smile. “I just got tired of wearing it...”
The lie doesn’t come out as smooth as I want, but it’s all I’ve got.
 
“You can’t just get tired of wearing that, El. You know there’s—”
 
“A tracker,” I finish before he can. “To make sure… I’m safe.”
The words slip out barely above a breath.
 
“You knew that, and you still took it off?” he says in disbelief, trying to pull away from on top of me.
But I grab his collar and pull him closer.
 
“Can we talk about this later? Maybe when you’re not this close and your buttons aren’t all undone?”
 
His eyes bore into mine for a long second before he finally speaks. 
“You didn’t just take off that pendant for no reason.” 
 
if only… 
Can he just drop it? 

He stares again, voice tightening. “What did you do with that pendant, Elara?” He sighs, pushing himself off me, that small act was enough to make my chest sting. “I thought we said no more secrets.”
 
I just want to forget about everything that happened

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