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2026-05-16 23:13:11
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The Billionaire's Regret Identity, Protected
I stood.Opened the door.Sebastian was still in the armchair. His laptop was now closed on the small table. Poppy was still asleep on the sofa, one hand clutching Bunny, her little foot kicking the blanket until it was almost on the floor. Sebastian had covered her again.He looked at me when I came out.I put on a flat expression.Unfortunately, my eyes had their own agenda.“Don’t,” I said.Sebastian leaned back in the chair. “I haven’t said anything.”“Your face is preparing something.”“If you listen to them,” he said calmly, as if I had not just forbidden him from speaking, “that design will lose its identity.”I stopped near the sofa.Sebastian continued, “The property will look expensive. But it won’t have a soul.”I narrowed my eyes. “Thank you, ghost of business mentorship.”“You’re not designing a showroom for rich people afraid of taking risks.”The sentence made something in my chest tighten.It was deeply annoying when the ex-husband who was supposed to be useful only fo
The Billionaire's Regret damn right
Poppy won Bunny’s trial at eleven-twelve.Bunny was declared not guilty because, according to Poppy, “there was no evidence except the spoon was missing and Bunny looked suspicious, but that’s not a crime, that’s personality.”Sebastian accepted the verdict with a serious face.I looked at him from the sofa. “You know, if you keep treating all of this like a federal trial, she’s going to start asking for an actual courtroom.”Poppy immediately turned her head. “Can I?”“No.”“Daddy?”“No,” Sebastian said.I almost felt proud.Then he added, “But we can use that little table as a temporary courtroom.”I slowly closed my iPad. “Sebastian.”Poppy gave a small cheer, then coughed once because she got too excited. Not badly. But enough to make Sebastian immediately turn his head, his body leaning forward, his hand already moving toward the glass of water before I could even stand.“I’m okay,” Poppy said quickly, her raspy voice still sweet and annoying. “That was a victory cough.”“Drink,”
The Billionaire's Regret A Father on the Rug
Poppy won Bunny’s trial at eleven-twelve.Bunny was declared not guilty because, according to Poppy, “there was no evidence except the spoon was missing and Bunny looked suspicious, but that’s not a crime, that’s personality.”Sebastian accepted the verdict with a serious face.I looked at him from the sofa. “You know, if you keep treating all of this like a federal trial, she’s going to start asking for an actual courtroom.”Poppy immediately turned her head. “Can I?”“No.”“Daddy?”“No,” Sebastian said.I almost felt proud.Then he added, “But we can use that little table as a temporary courtroom.”I slowly closed my iPad. “Sebastian.”Poppy gave a small cheer, then coughed once because she got too excited. Not badly. But enough to make Sebastian immediately turn his head, his body leaning forward, his hand already moving toward the glass of water before I could even stand.“I’m okay,” Poppy said quickly, her raspy voice still sweet and annoying. “That was a victory cough.”“Drink,”
The Billionaire's Regret The Cracked Floor
Poppy went back to her castle, placing the pink-haired Barbie on the highest balcony. “Anastasia Sparkle will watch from a safe place. Bunny is the supervisor. Daddy is dino security. Mommy is...”She stopped and looked at me.I raised an eyebrow. “I’m what?”“The queen who gets mad when people are wrong.”Sebastian made a sound. A very small sound.I looked at him. “Do you have a comment?”“No.”“Good.”Poppy smiled, satisfied. “Perfect family system.”I nearly dropped my stylus.I looked back at Daniella’s report, but the letters blurred. Not because of tears. Don’t be dramatic. I was not that sad yet. It was just that the human brain sometimes refused to function when the heart was being dragged across a fluffy rug by a child with bangs.My phone rang.FaceTime.I looked at the screen.Adrian.His name appeared with a small photo of him smiling on a rooftop, his brown hair blown by the wind, his eyes warm, his hand around my shoulder. A photo that used to feel like proof my life co
The Billionaire's Regret Spirit Heels
This morning, Poppy still wasn’t allowed to go to school.The doctor said her body still needed rest. Her temperature was stable, her throat was better, her cough no longer sounded like an old machine with a grudge against the world, but still. No school. No leaving the house. Not too much activity. Plenty of fluids. Soft food. Medicine on schedule.Sebastian added his Romano version in a flat voice near the living room door. “And she doesn’t leave the house until the person who took those photos is found.”I looked at him over my coffee mug. “Thank you, Doctor Doom.”“Not medical advice.”“Yes. Worse. Advice from a man with security at my gate.”He didn’t argue.Outside, the rain hadn’t stopped since last night. Monaco looked as if it had been washed with expensive soap and a bad mood. The tall windows of the main room were blurred with drops of water, the back garden dark and wet, the stones near the reflection pool shining as if they had been polished for an elegant funeral.And Po
The Billionaire's Regret Emotional Attack
“Mommy!”I shot to my feet. My hand nearly knocked into the mug on the table, and the half-eaten pirozhki rolled on the plate. My body was already moving before my brain had time to spell panic.“Daddy!”Then the voice rose again, wetter now, louder.Sebastian stood too.The sofa chair scraped slightly against the floor.Rain against the glass, my own breathing, Sebastian’s footsteps behind me, all of it seemed to be pulled closer to my ears.I hurried into the main room.Poppy was sitting in the middle of the big sofa.Not where I had left her earlier, of course. Because even in sleep, that child had real estate ambition. The blanket had slipped down to her waist. Bunny had been thrown to the other side of the pillow, one of its ears pressed to Poppy’s cheek. Her long hair was a wreck, her bangs covering part of her eyes, her cheeks flushed, and tears were already running down both round little cheeks.My chest dropped.“Sweetheart.” I reached the sofa first. “Hey, hey. Mommy’s here.
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