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The Long Terrace
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2026-03-18 22:20:06
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The Billionaire's Regret The Cost of Panic
“But you’re not going to back off because of Adrian?” I asked, because I did not believe for one second that the man standing in front of me had suddenly turned into some gentle monk.Sebastian looked at me, then gave a quiet huff. “Of course not,” he said.He shifted Poppy a little higher in his arms. “But this also isn’t about me beating Adrian.” His gaze dropped to Poppy’s sleeping face. “I’m not going to make her life feel like a competition between grown men who can’t get a grip on their own egos.”I looked at him.“Adrian is the Daddy she knows. He stays that.” His calmness was enough to make my blood rise. “But I’m also not built to stand off to the side, watch another man raise my daughter, and call that noble. So no,” he went on. “I’m not backing off. Not because of Adrian. Not because of the circumstances. And definitely not because of her.”My throat went dry again.+++Monaco at night always looked like it was showing off.Yellow lights reflected in shop windows, the stree
The Billionaire's Regret My Hands Were Empty
And damn it, the house really did feel like it was breathing again the second he stepped into the foyer.Sebastian nudged the door shut behind him with his foot, handed his dark coat to Salma without really looking, then turned his eyes straight to Poppy. Only Poppy. The pharmacy bag landed on the console table. Not a single movement in him looked panicked.I was still sitting on the sofa, one leg folded under my thigh, one hand automatically rubbing Poppy’s back, and suddenly I felt like an expensive decorative object in my own living room.Sebastian stopped in front of us and crouched down.Poppy lifted both arms to him immediately.No hesitation. No shyness. Didn’t look at me first. Didn’t ask. Didn’t check if it was okay. She just lifted her arms, bangs a mess, cheeks flushed with fever, the little blanket slipping off one shoulder, and that look of relief on her face was too guileless to stare at for very long.“Come here, winner,” he said softly.Poppy went to him like her body
The Billionaire's Regret Night Air and a Pharmacy Bag
“Poppy,” I said softly, as calmly as I could. “Handsome uncle does not live in the kitchen cabinet. I can’t just summon people because—”“I want him,” she cut in, crying again now. “I want handsome uncle. I don’t want the hospital. I don’t want medicine. I want him here.”Salma let out a long breath, then looked at me.I exhaled sharply and grabbed my phone from the side table.The screen was still black from this afternoon. When it lit up, my own reflection appeared first: hair still neat but already defeated by the day, lips too tight, green eyes that looked like they’d never once believed peace was a real thing.I opened my contacts.His name was there.Sebastian.I looked at it one second too long before pressing call.It rang once.He picked up.So fast I hated him more for it.“Hello.”That low voice came straight into my ear. Calm. Too calm. Quiet on his end.I stepped a little farther away from the sofa, one hand on my hip, trying to sound like someone who had control of the s
The Billionaire's Regret Fever Night
Two hours later, I gave up pretending to be a woman who could still focus on veneer, travertine, and vendor margins when the inside of my head sounded like three radio stations fighting over the same frequency.The house looked quiet. Too quiet. That was usually a bad sign. In this house, quiet only meant Poppy was either planning something or had already finished doing it.I walked in, taking off my sunglasses.“I’m home,” I called.“Mommyyyy!”The tiny tornado came flying out of the living room in those quick little steps that always sounded like she was being chased by the law. Her long hair was half falling out, bangs hanging over her forehead, her little bag nearly upside down, and her navy school jacket was unzipped. On the left sleeve, right near the elbow, was a pale pink stain, half dried into the fabric.I stopped.She crashed into my thigh and immediately started talking without taking a breath, as usual. “Mommy, today Clara fell off her chair but, like, slowly, and then Le
The Billionaire's Regret The Shape of Control
I walked into the office with a stride far too calm for a morning that had just rearranged my internal organs.The glass door shut behind me. The smell of coffee, warm printer ink, paper, wood samples, and a trace of my own expensive perfume greeted me like life was normal. Like an hour ago I hadn’t been standing on a sidewalk wanting to kill my ex-husband with a One Direction playlist and a look.“Morning, boss,” Daniella said from behind her outer desk, tablet in hand, her hair pinned back in a neat low tie like her life had never once been touched by a poisonous, handsome Italian man.“Lie,” I said, slipping off my sunglasses. “There’s nothing good about this morning.”She nodded like that was information she could enter directly into the system. “Luc sent over the revised timeline. Procurement from Nice wants the final veneer selection by noon. And the boutique client in Cannes is asking if we can make it ‘softer, more feminine, more like quiet luxury.’”I stopped in my doorway an
The Billionaire's Regret Drop-Off Lane
I’d barely gotten the back door open when Poppy had already climbed out of the car by herself.“Slow down,” I said automatically.“Nope. I have a reputation.”I sighed.The morning air in Monaco was still soft, but the front courtyard of French Academy was already crowded with little kids in tartan uniforms, polished nannies, expensive cars, and mothers who looked like they’d been born with perfect blowouts.I crouched in front of Poppy before she could bolt. I brushed her bangs away from her eyes, smoothed the ends of her hair where they clung to her cheek, then straightened the tiny collar of her uniform. My fingers lingered for a second at the side of her face.Round cheeks, warm skin, a little mouth always a little too ready to argue.Pretty. Sweet. Infuriating.My daughter.“If you lead a coup in Miss Lila’s class today,” I said, adjusting her hair clip, “don’t use my name.”“I can use handsome uncle’s.”“Don’t you dare.”Poppy grinned.I caught both her cheeks first and pressed
The Billionaire's Regret The Gravity of Old Wars
The clock on the wall hit two in the afternoon when it struck me that half the day had already vanished and I hadn’t managed to properly break down even a single personal crisis.The damn perfume box had been shoved into my desk drawer hours ago. Drawer shut, lock turned. Containment protocol for e
Last Updated : 2026-03-18The Billionaire's Regret Zoom, Pray, Screenshot
I started pacing behind my desk, heels tapping the wood in an increasingly frantic rhythm.Normal people get spam about laser hair removal during work hours. I get surveillance shots of my daughter from my psychopath ex-husband who uses premium florists as an icebreaker.Sometimes my life feels lik
Last Updated : 2026-03-28The Billionaire's Regret Inherited Trouble
The house was quiet in a way I had never liked.Not the cozy silence after a family holiday, but the hollow hush of a five-star hotel after a conference ends. Grand. Echoing. Full of chairs that seem to stare back at you.Adrian had just kissed my forehead in the parking garage. “I’m heading up to
Last Updated : 2026-03-17The Billionaire's Regret The Man Behind the Screen
I folded my legs at the end of the sofa, laptop open on my thighs, the screen crowded with emails from three different time zones. A revised contract for a boutique on Rue d’Antibes. A renovation budget spreadsheet for a small hotel in Nice. A reply from last night’s gala committee, overflowing wit
Last Updated : 2026-03-17
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