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One Wife, Two Brothers, Zero Divorce
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The Billionaire's Regret Five Years Of The Wrong Funeral
I stared at him without blinking, as if staying silent long enough might somehow rearrange that sentence into something more reasonable.Never married her.My fingers tightened around the edge of my phone until my nails pressed into my skin while my mind raced backward through the last five years. The photos. The messages I’d read. The bracelet on Kelsey’s wrist. The hotel locations. Sebastian’s face, never explaining a damn thing.A small sound escaped me, half laugh, half prayer that my patience wouldn’t leave my body through my ears. “Well, good. One less illegal claim to deal with tonight. I’ll send a card.”“And I didn’t get her pregnant.”“Of course.” I nodded quickly. “Because rich men are famously allergic to babies who come from the wrong women. Chronic condition. Very old disease.”“Jasmine.”“What?” I shot him a look. “You expect me to just believe you? Because you said it in that sexy, low, deeply remorseful voice? Honey, if voices counted as legal evidence, I would’ve los
The Billionaire's Regret One Wife, Two Brothers, Zero Divorce
“No.”My gaze sharpened on Sebastian.Beyond the glass, the Monaco sea was dark and calm, as if the world wasn’t currently conducting one of the least ethical social experiments ever devised on my life. The city lights glittered far below, beautiful, expensive, useless. Inside the penthouse, the security panel on the wall flickered every now and then with a soft blue light before going dark again. Luca’s voice came faintly through his comm somewhere in the distance, too low for me to make out, and from the direction of Poppy’s room, I could hear Salma saying something in the tone she usually reserved for telling small children and foreign governments to stop creating problems.Sebastian didn’t move.His right hand was still beside his glass of water. His black phone lay on the marble. His gray T-shirt stretched across shoulders that looked far too relaxed for a man who had just been confronted with proof that he’d been holding our divorce hostage for five years like someone storing an
The Billionaire's Regret You Never Let Us End
Afternoon slipped into evening in the rudest way possible, quietly, without asking permission.On the surface, the penthouse still felt normal. Poppy ate her not-too-toasted toast while sitting at the island. Security moved beneath the skin of the place: elevators locked, corridors guarded, staff called back one by one for reverification, food unable to come upstairs without being checked first. But inside, Poppy spilled bread crumbs all over Bunny’s cardigan, Sebastian wiped them off with a napkin, Luca took call after call, and I sat there like a woman who had just hidden a grenade behind her ribs.Salma appeared not long after, wearing a suspicious expression and delivering a comment in Russian that didn’t need translating for Sebastian to know he was being insulted.“Full lockdown?” she asked, looking Sebastian up and down.“Temporary.”“All men say that before turning the house into a bunker.”I snorted. “I can’t argue with that.”Poppy immediately took advantage of Salma’s arriv
The Billionaire's Regret This Is A Terrible Time To Become Considerate
“Mommy,” Poppy said more quietly, “why did your face get quiet?”I looked at my daughter.It should’ve been a small question. Just the voice of a four-year-old who had just woken up, hair still looking like the result of a failed negotiation with a pillow, Bunny in her hands, cardigan sitting crooked on him. But somehow, in the same room where Sebastian was standing far too still and Luca was pretending to be busy with his tablet, the question felt like a spotlight.I lifted my chin slightly and did what Belsky women had always done when their entire lives had just been set on fire with one tiny match.Lied with imaginary lipstick on.“I’m thinking about taxes,” I said.Poppy blinked.Sebastian didn’t.“Taxes?” Poppy repeated, like I’d just named a contagious disease.“Yes. Taxes. The scariest thing after broccoli and people who say beige is a lifestyle.”Poppy looked at Bunny.Then at the little cardigan now wrapped around the stuffed rabbit.“Bunny gets taxes?”“Not yet. But if Bunn
The Billionaire's Regret Turns Out I Was Walking Back To My Husband
I stared at my faint reflection in the glass closet door.My hair was tied low, a few strands falling around my face. My lips looked slightly pale. My green eyes were too wide. Somehow, my face looked calm in a way that was almost insulting to the situation.I looked like a woman deciding whether to burn down the building or just its owner.“Does he know?” I asked.Hazel didn’t answer.“Hazel.”“I can’t prove what Sebastian knows right now.”“Don’t talk like a contract clause.”“I can’t prove it,” she repeated, softer this time. “But based on the documents he kept, the safe, the password, and the fact that counsel was waiting for authorization from him, I’d say it’s very hard to believe he didn’t know the process was never completed.”I swallowed. My throat was dry.“He never told me,” I said.“I know.”“He let me call myself divorced.”“I know.”“He saw Adrian’s ring.”“Jas…”“He watched me stand in that room after his stepbrother had just proposed to me.”“And that is exactly why yo
The Billionaire's Regret The Ring Is Gone. The Marriage Isn’t.
“Who is it?” Sebastian asked.I didn’t answer.Not because I was being dramatic. Drama required energy, and every ounce of my emotional energy was currently being used to keep myself from throwing my phone at the enormous penthouse windows, which, honestly, looked far too confident for something that could probably shatter if I threw a vase at them.Poppy was still asleep on the sofa, or at least doing her version of sleep, which meant keeping her eyes closed while occasionally moving one foot just to make sure every adult in the room remained alert.Sebastian sat at the end of the sofa, one hand still wrapped around her small ankle, the security tablet in the other. Luca stood near the console with the expression of a man who had already accepted that my personal life was now a new logistical problem.“Hazel?” Sebastian asked again, quietly.I looked at him for one second too long.That was my mistake.He caught everything. He always did. One tiny change in my eyes, one strange pause
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