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The Man Behind the Screen
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2026-01-17 22:58:24
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The Billionaire's Regret The Bomb Was in My Hands Now
I lowered my hands from my face.Approval.My daughter, a mini dictator with cheeks like milk bread, needed approval for something that most likely involved an expensive coat, Bunny, and a bad decision.I stood up this time. Slowly. My knees felt a little strange, like I had been sitting too long in the wrong position, when clearly the wrong thing was the entire plot of my life.Near the small mirror on the wall, I stopped.My face was still put together.Damn it. I even looked good while the world was trying to bite my ankles. There was irony in that, and I would appreciate it later, after I finished not falling apart.I touched my hair, smoothing down one loose strand. Unnecessary. But my hands needed some small job that didn’t involve destroying the future.I left the phone on the bed.Then I went back and picked it up.No.I stared at the thing for a few seconds, then opened my chat with Adrian.His last message was still there.[I’ll send the flight details later.]The cursor bli
The Billionaire's Regret The Things He Knows, The Things He Doesn’t
The phone screen went dark.Just like that.One second, Adrian was still there, his voice still warm in my ear, too calm for a life that was slowly turning into a family crime archive. The next second, all that remained was my reflection in the small black glass of the phone: green eyes that looked too large, lips with lipstick still perfectly in place, and the expression of a woman who, at a glance, could have been thinking about dinner.Excellent.At last, one useful Belsky aristocratic talent: looking as if I were choosing wine while actually watching the house burn from the inside.I lowered the phone to my side.“Daddy, no, Bunny needs to see the ocean too! She has civil rights!”From behind the glass door, Poppy’s voice burst across the deck again.Sebastian answered, lower, almost swallowed by the wind. I couldn’t catch the words, but his tone sounded like that of a grown man who had just realized he was losing an argument to a four-year-old and a cloth rabbit.Damn it.Even fr
The Billionaire's Regret You Were Too Kind, So I Lied Softer
“Don’t be too good,” I said.“Why?”“It makes you hard to hate.”“I’m not applying for the position of enemy.”“Sometimes it’s easier that way.”“I know.”Those two words were too calm.Too understanding.Too Adrian.“Mommy! I have a coat and authority!” Poppy shouted from outside.I closed my eyes.Adrian heard.This time, he laughed. Softly, genuinely, but there was still something beneath it. “A coat?”I pressed the bridge of my nose. “Don’t ask.”“Sebastian bought her a coat?”“A captain coat.”“Of course.”“With gold buttons.”“Of course.”“And an anchor emblem.”“Of course.”“Don’t sound too understanding. I’m close to suing this yacht.”“Does she like it?”“She has already declared herself official.”Adrian laughed again, but this time more softly. “I want to see her.”I stood and walked to the glass door, close enough to look out without opening it. Poppy was standing on the deck, both hands on her hips, the navy coat fluttering slightly in the wind, the oversized sunglasses n
The Billionaire's Regret The Softest Way to Bleed
“Jas.”One word.My breath caught there.I stared at my reflection in the suite closet mirror. Pale blue dress. Neat hair. Eyes that looked far too aware for a morning that should have only held pancakes, the sea, and a little girl dressed in a navy coat like the heir to a shipping company.“Hi,” I said.The word came out thin.Bad.Very bad.If my voice had been a dress, I would have told someone to burn it.“Are you okay?” he asked.I closed my eyes.Of course that was what he asked.“I’m okay.”“Are you sure?”“Yes.”“Jas.”Damn it.I walked to the sofa, but I didn’t sit. My body had too much electricity in it to sit. My toes pressed into the soft carpet, and somehow that made me even angrier at this yacht. Even the floor was too polite.“Did something happen?” Adrian’s voice stayed low. “You didn’t pick up. You didn’t answer my message. Salma said you were safe, but she sounded like someone hiding a suitcase full of bodies.”“Salma always sounds like that.” I swallowed a laugh.“N
The Billionaire's Regret A Ring Too Tight
The present arrived twenty minutes later.Not a pony.Thank God for the small amount of common sense still left on this yacht.Elisa appeared from inside carrying a long white box tied with a navy ribbon. Marco followed behind her with something smaller, their faces equally serious, as if they were delivering diplomatic documents to an easily offended head of state.Poppy immediately stood up on the lounge chair. “Present?”“Sit,” Sebastian and I said at the same time.Poppy sat.But only her butt. Her entire upper body leaned forward like a sunflower with bangs catching the scent of capitalism.Sebastian took the box from Elisa, then placed it on the small table in front of Poppy. “Daddy welcome gift,” he said.Poppy held her chest. “For me?”“Who else? Marco?”“I am happy enough, Capitano.” Poor Marco immediately bowed his head.Poppy looked at him with a small amount of pity. “You need higher standards.”I rubbed my temple.Salma, from the daybed, was no longer pretending to read g
The Billionaire's Regret I Didn’t Think It Would Be Like This
“Come on, Daddy. I want a tour.”“A tour of what?”“The sea kingdom.”“The boat,” I said automatically.Poppy pointed at me from Sebastian’s arms. “Mommy, don’t make dreams smaller.”Sebastian stood with Poppy in his arms. The movement was easy, his white shirt pulling slightly at the shoulders, his forearm tensing as it held up that small body. Poppy was chubby, beautiful, and full of opinions, but Sebastian lifted her as if her weight was simply part of the morning.“I’m going to take her to the outer deck,” he told me.“I’m going to pretend you asked permission.”“I’m telling you so you don’t send out a search party.”“My search party will carry decorative weapons.”“I’m aware.”Poppy lifted Bunny high. “Bunny is joining the inspection.”“Bunny is not allowed to touch any buttons,” Sebastian said.“Bunny has impulse control.”I snorted. “No. Bunny was once accused of stealing a spoon.”“That was never proven,” Poppy said.Sebastian walked past the terrace toward the outer deck. Mar
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