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Numbers Don’t Lie, Men Do
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2026-02-28 05:58:47
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The Billionaire's Regret Be Quiet and Useful
A few hours later, Poppy had been moved to the family room sofa with a light blanket, Bunny tucked under one arm, and an iPad playing cartoons at a lowered volume after Salma threatened to send the cartoon characters to boarding school. She was still complaining about gelato every twenty minutes, but her tone had gone lazier. A good sign.I had shifted into the mood of a woman who had to face a private Montreux buyer without killing anyone.The meeting was being held at a boutique hotel near Carré d’Or. Not the project site, just neutral ground with a private salon discreet enough for big-money conversations and pretty enough to make people forget everyone inside was assessing one another like expensive fish in an aquarium.I stood in the foyer, sliding my tablet, a slim folder, lipstick, and a charger into my black leather bag. Daniella had already texted three times.[Daniella: Buyer confirmed. They’re already at the hotel.][Daniella: Luc isn’t there yet, but his assistant is.][Da
The Billionaire's Regret The Cologne Villain
I’m wearing a champagne-colored silk shirt, too delicate for a day that had already been ruined, tucked carelessly into black wide-leg pants. My hair was pulled into a messy bun, a few strands falling at the nape of my neck.“I said I don’t want oatmeal!”I heard her before I saw her.Her little voice echoed from the dining room, still a little raspy because her throat was recovering, but sharp enough to crack glass if aimed with intent.I stopped on the last step, hand on the railing, and closed my eyes for a moment.God gave humans mornings so they could start their lives over. God gave me Poppy Belsky so I would never get too confident about that concept.“I need gelato,” she continued from the dining room. “For recovery.”“Gelato is not medicine.” Salma’s voice came through, patient, but already standing at the edge of the bridge.“That’s because you’re not a doctor, Salma.”“I’ve lived longer than all the little doctors who like glitter.”“I’m not a little doctor. I’m a patient.”
The Billionaire's Regret Not Too Close
I watched his hand.Again.The hand that had just made investors go quiet. The hand now tucking the blanket beneath my daughter’s chin.Ridiculous, the things that could break a person a little.Not the big sentences. Not the apologies. Not dark eyes and a low voice that had once made me forget logic had practical uses. Not even the fact that Sebastian Romano had just defended my design better than most of the people I paid to defend project timelines.But a hand.One hand under Poppy’s chin, making sure the blanket didn’t touch her nose.As if the world could be rearranged from that one small movement.I stood where I was, my iPad pressed to my chest like a very expensive and completely useless shield.Sebastian didn’t step back from the sofa right away. He stayed bent slightly, his eyes on Poppy’s face. Her bangs had fallen over her forehead again, and he brushed them aside gently. Very gently. As if Poppy’s hair was made of something that could keep the memory of touch.“She’ll be
The Billionaire's Regret Identity, Protected
I stood.Opened the door.Sebastian was still in the armchair. His laptop was now closed on the small table. Poppy was still asleep on the sofa, one hand clutching Bunny, her little foot kicking the blanket until it was almost on the floor. Sebastian had covered her again.He looked at me when I came out.I put on a flat expression.Unfortunately, my eyes had their own agenda.“Don’t,” I said.Sebastian leaned back in the chair. “I haven’t said anything.”“Your face is preparing something.”“If you listen to them,” he said calmly, as if I had not just forbidden him from speaking, “that design will lose its identity.”I stopped near the sofa.Sebastian continued, “The property will look expensive. But it won’t have a soul.”I narrowed my eyes. “Thank you, ghost of business mentorship.”“You’re not designing a showroom for rich people afraid of taking risks.”The sentence made something in my chest tighten.It was deeply annoying when the ex-husband who was supposed to be useful only fo
The Billionaire's Regret Universal Luxury
Poppy finally fell asleep in the afternoon after spending the whole day stuck to Sebastian like a sticker.She went down on the long sofa by the window, her chubby body sprawled half sideways, Bunny trapped under one arm, her long hair spread across the pillow, her bangs covering her forehead, one foot sticking out from under the blanket.Sebastian sat in the armchair not far from the sofa.His laptop was open again. But I knew he wasn’t really buried in it. Every time Poppy moved, his fingers stopped on the keyboard. Every time she let out a heavier breath, his eyes lifted immediately. From a distance, he looked relaxed, dark T-shirt, sweatpants, hair only reasonably neat, expressionless face, but his body had a deeply irritating radar.I sat on the other sofa with my iPad in my lap and opened Daniella’s report again.Read one paragraph.Understood nothing.Read it again.Still nothing.My phone vibrated.[Daniella: Boss.][Daniella: Don’t kill me.][Daniella: But Montreux wants a vid
The Billionaire's Regret A Father on the Rug
Poppy won Bunny’s trial at eleven-twelve.Bunny was declared not guilty because, according to Poppy, “there was no evidence except the spoon was missing and Bunny looked suspicious, but that’s not a crime, that’s personality.”Sebastian accepted the verdict with a serious face.I looked at him from the sofa. “You know, if you keep treating all of this like a federal trial, she’s going to start asking for an actual courtroom.”Poppy immediately turned her head. “Can I?”“No.”“Daddy?”“No,” Sebastian said.I almost felt proud.Then he added, “But we can use that little table as a temporary courtroom.”I slowly closed my iPad. “Sebastian.”Poppy gave a small cheer, then coughed once because she got too excited. Not badly. But enough to make Sebastian immediately turn his head, his body leaning forward, his hand already moving toward the glass of water before I could even stand.“I’m okay,” Poppy said quickly, her raspy voice still sweet and annoying. “That was a victory cough.”“Drink,”
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