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Rich Men Ruin Everything
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2026-03-09 22:47:45
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The Billionaire's Regret One Pillow, Two Screams, Five Years Of Bullshit
My phone buzzed in my hand.I looked down.Hazel.Hazel: [I don’t like it when you go quiet.]A small laugh slipped out of me. It sounded terrible. Dry and ugly, like something that had no business coming out of a woman with skincare as expensive as mine.I typed back with a thumb that felt slightly numb.[I’m alive.]The typing dots appeared almost immediately.Hazel: [That’s not enough of an answer.]I stared at the message for a long time.There were so many things I could have written.Sebastian knows.Sebastian never signed.Sebastian says he never slept with Kelsey.Sebastian says the entire foundation of my hatred might have been built on something I never actually understood.Sebastian is still my husband.Sebastian might not have betrayed me like that.Sebastian still betrayed me in other ways.I locked the screen without replying.I set my phone on the small table by the door and walked toward the bed. The room was too neat, too quiet, too innocent to deal with me tonight. T
The Billionaire's Regret The Version of US I Buried
I didn’t know which of us moved first.Maybe it was the sea outside. Maybe the security panel blinking once on the wall. Maybe it was my own breathing, suddenly too close, too rough, like it belonged to someone else standing inside my body without permission.Sebastian stayed in front of me.And I never married Kelsey, and I never messed around with her behind your back.The words were still hanging there. They didn’t fall. Didn’t disappear. Didn’t turn into something I could kick under the table and pretend had never happened.I stared at him.Sebastian Romano, standing in the kitchen in a gray T-shirt with the face of a man who had just thrown a lit match into a room full of gasoline and was waiting to see whether I would scream or burn politely.I opened my mouth.Nothing came out.Which was irritating, because I had a reputation to maintain. I could usually find an insult during minor medical emergencies, family disasters, or whenever someone said the word beige with conviction. B
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
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