บททั้งหมดของ MR BILLIONAIRE’S REGRET: บทที่ 221 - บทที่ 230

~SIERRA~It's been a week; life was getting better; the company was doing well; I interviewed with Elite; and the contract was signed. The Winters were now being recognized again, just like when Mr. Winters (Damian's father) himself was running it. Nothing has been heard from Lily, and the detective had no leads, or maybe they just refused to tell me as Detective Thomas had recovered and was back on the case, but every time I went there, he would just tell me they had no leads and request for Damian, thus he has been visiting the station lately, and he said it was to see his brother, which was a lie as whenever I went there I would find him in detective Thomas’s office.He did ask me to stay away from the case and take care of the company once, but my response made him take back his words as he instead asked me to be careful. “You're the mother of my children; I don't want anything to happen to you; I will solve this case for you.” These were his words, which were kind of him, but wi

~SIERRA~ After a few awkward minutes of silence, we finished, and Nana took the kids to their room. She looked so excited as if she had planned everything with the kids, as she even winked, and I rolled my eyes. When they disappeared, I stood up to clear the table, but Damian stopped me. “I will do it,” he said, his hand now on my wrist. I looked down at where he was holding me, and he quickly realized as he removed his hand and apologized. I nodded and bid him goodnight. He seemed surprised as if he was expecting me to help him or something, but he cleared his voice and said goodnight to me too, so I walked away, but as I reached the door, he said, “I could use the company, though.” I turned and told him I was tired when, in reality, I knew I couldn't be around him.Then I rushed up and almost bumped into someone; it was Nana. “It’s okay to give yourself a second chance,” she said, and I shook my head and walked past her, running straight to my room.

~DAMIAN~I shot my eyes open and got off the bed at the first ring of the alarm. I wasn't asleep; I'd been up for an hour, just with my eyes closed, as I still couldn't help but feel a little hurt that Sierra left the bed before me. Now I understand how she felt on those days when I used to leave her in bed.It's not a good feeling, and if I were to go back in time, I would change it. I would have been better, treating her to breakfast in bed, helping her with her bath, or even reading a novel or something. If I could go back, I would do better, but no matter how much I regretted it, there was no going back, and I just had to accept it and do better if she gave me a chance, which even when she left me this early, I didn't doubt as I knew I was a step from winning her heart again.Inside the shower, I ran the tap and ran my hands through my hair. As I thought of a way to win her back, surely finding Carl was not enough; I had to do more than that. Then I remembered the scar on her abd

~SIERRA~Waking was a struggle today, but I still managed to pull myself together. Last night's memories kept haunting me, but if there was something I learned to do, it was masking pain and faking feelings, so I told myself I was Sierra and that no man could ever hurt me. Surely to Damian, it was just a night of pleasure, a night to satisfy his sexual needs, and who was I to take it in another way? It was a night of pleasure to me too, even if deep down I knew it meant something more.I've lived the last five years without a man. Gilbert tried, but I always turned him down, so something in me always knew that Damian was the one, that it could be him or no one, and since Gilbert, whom I almost gave a chance, disappointed me, I was set to being alone again.I walked to the shower—the pain between my thighs reminded me of him. I ignored the pain and made a mental note to take an aspirin as it had been years since I had sex, and with Damian’s size, I understood the pain.I took a bath an

~SIERRA~If it weren't for them, then I wouldn't see the point of living anymore. But to think of it, Nana didn't really hide the truth from me; maybe it was me who never dug deeper, as I remember her telling me about dad, well, now Mr. Dempsey or, let's say, Mr. Reid, falling in love with mom and even refusing to marry the woman Nana chose for him. She talked of my mother betraying him, and I remember asking her why he hated her so much; it was all because she cheated on him. Not only did she cheat, but she made a baby out of it, who is unfortunately me.Maybe my mother was trying to fix everything, but Mr. Reid never believed her. That's why Mom got into that addiction to drinking alcohol—it was part of the reason she died; the alcohol damaged her inside organs as well.I was deep in my thoughts but didn't miss the knock on the door; it could be my kids, and being a mother, I've learned to be cautious.“It's Damian, can we talk?” But as soon as I heard Damian's voice, I relaxed, as