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One Word Too Far

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Sebastian had barely made it three steps into the room before Poppy turned into the clingiest creature on the Riviera.

“Handsome uncaaaale,” she whined, her voice still scratchy from sleep but strong enough to sand down an adult’s patience and common sense. She lifted both her little hands again from on top of the blanket, her green eyes wide, her bangs covering half her forehead. “Where did you go?”

Sebastian moved closer to the bed and stopped on the side I’d just left. He was still wearing t
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  • The Billionaire's Regret   Threats, Temptations, and Bodyguards

    I tilted my head a little. “You really are a man who knows how to make a sentence sound like a threat and a temptation in the same breath. Very efficient.”Sebastian leaned one shoulder against the balcony railing, relaxed in a way that made me want to throw something at him. “I’m busy.”“Yes, I can see that. Very busy. Doctors. Blood donation. Hospital management. Scolding Javier like the two of you aren’t grown men who, five hours ago, almost turned a children’s corridor into the undercard of a boxing match.”He smirked, just enough to make my spine remember far too many things that should have stayed dead.“Javier punched first.”“Javier always punches first. That’s his brief introduction.”The night wind brushed against my bare shoulder. Down below, Monaco kept glittering as if this city had never heard of a 104-degree fever, blood transfusions, or Italian men who came back into my life like an old bill that refused to die.“I’m adding two bodyguards for Poppy starting tomorrow,”

  • The Billionaire's Regret   Useful Bastard

    That night, the suite finally gave in to silence.Not the peaceful kind. More like the kind of expensive silence people paid for by the night at a rate high enough to buy a small apartment in a city that didn’t use yachts as public decor.Poppy fell asleep after the doctor came in to check on her again, pressing a cold stethoscope to her small chest, examining her throat, asking if she felt dizzy, then receiving a very medical answer from my daughter: “I feel a little bored and somewhat underappreciated.”The doctor, a French man with neat hair and the patience of a saint, only smiled. I almost asked for his therapist’s number.After that, Poppy had dinner. Half a bowl of chicken soup, two bites of mashed potatoes, three spoonfuls of vanilla pudding, then the liquid medicine she accused of being “poison with bad branding.” She still swallowed it after Sebastian, useful bastard that he was, said in that flat voice of his that strong patients didn’t negotiate with spoons.Poppy immediat

  • The Billionaire's Regret   Fists, Croissants, and Family Matters

    By sunset, the suite finally felt like a place where a child was recovering, not a place where adults were destroying each other at tremendous expense.The wall lights hadn’t been fully turned on yet, so the room was washed in soft, faintly golden evening light. The big windows along the living room reflected a Monaco sky in the middle of changing color, pale blue fading into a thin apricot haze. My laptop was open on the low table, the last three emails had been answered, two hotel project revisions in Cannes had already been sent to my team, and I’d just ended a video call with, “If you switch the marble again without telling me, I’m changing careers and becoming a witch.”Now I was half-stretched out on the sofa, barefoot on the rug, my shoulders finally dropping out of combat position. For the first time all day, my brain didn’t feel like it was being ground into powder.In the main room, Poppy was awake from her nap.Not awake like a weak little patient just starting to recover.

  • The Billionaire's Regret   Systemic Corruption

    By midday, there was no Sebastian.No Javier either.No broken jaws, no security, no wrinkled suits, no bleeding adult men suddenly appearing in the doorway to perform the director’s-cut version of masculine drama.Very strange.Peaceful, I mean.Almost suspicious.Poppy was sitting up in bed with pillows stacked behind her back, looking like a tiny queen after a coup. I’d brushed her long bangs off to the side with minimal effort, but of course five minutes later they had already fallen back across her forehead. Her face was still a little pale, but her cheeks were starting to get their color back. The color of life. The color of being ready to torment me again.There was an iPad in her lap.Not her iPad.Sebastian’s iPad.I had no idea how that man could hand it over so casually to a four-year-old who had once sent a diplomatic voice note to a contact named Handsome Uncle without permission. There was a small company logo on the back of the slim black case, and inside it there were

  • The Billionaire's Regret   Because Men Are Idiots

    Sebastian spat a little blood to the side of his mouth.He lifted his head slowly, worked his jaw once, and before Javier could even pull in a second breath, Sebastian’s fist slammed back into my brother’s cheek with a dull crack that might have sounded almost elegant if it hadn’t involved two rich men who were very obviously too handsome to be acting like extras in a cheap action movie.One of the nurses at the end of the hall let out a small scream. “Monsieur!”I closed my eyes for one second.When I opened them again, Javier was already moving in. So was Sebastian. Shoulders, jaws, expensive hands, expensive watches, expensive leather shoes, all of it moving with an energy wildly inappropriate for the floor of a children’s hospital.Javier shoved Sebastian into the side of the table. Sebastian shoved back, his palm hitting Javier’s chest hard enough to drive my brother back half a step. Then another punch. One to the shoulder. One that nearly caught the jaw.Even years ago, back wh

  • The Billionaire's Regret   Captain Hindsight

    Javier stopped in the suite doorway.Not many people could make an expensive room suddenly feel short on oxygen. Javier was one of them. His body was still, but his face hardened by degrees, shifting from older brother arriving with a crisis into something distinctly Belsky.His eyes moved from me to Poppy’s room.The door was still open.From inside, Poppy’s voice carried out, scratchy but cheerful. “Daddy, if the castle has a dragon, the dragon has to be vegetarian. I don’t want him eating the staff.”Sebastian said something back, too low to make out.Javier looked at me.Oh.No.I moved before he could take the breath that would start the explosion. My hand closed around the sleeve of his suit and yanked him aside.“Out,” I hissed.He didn’t move. Of course he didn’t. Dragging Javier Belsky with one hand was like trying to pull a vault with a Cartier bracelet.“Javier,” I said, a low growl in my throat. “If you make a scene in front of my daughter after she just finished a transfu

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