Semua Bab The Billionaire's Regret: Winning Back His Lost Love: Bab 91 - Bab 100

James Corleone put the pen aside and leaned back on his chair. His face was impassive, and I got the feeling he knew I was coming. “That is none of your business, James,” he replied in a rather unpleasant manner. “It is advisable that you stay away from it, really, it's not even your concern anymore,” he continued.His dismissal only made me even more frustrated. “None of my concern? Are you kidding me? Of course, it’s my concern! I need to talk to her. This is important.”Corleone looked at me with hatred and spoke with menace. “Well as I said, let’s each mind our own business. Katniss... she's not your problem anymore."I tightened my hands into fists and my fingers itched to bang them on his desk. “Don’t give me that. You know something and you are concealing it. What are you trying to put over on me, Corleone? What kind of game is this? Suddenly, there's news about your wedding? You, marrying one of your employees? Who is she? Tell me now!"He didn’t flinch. He didn’t say a word

JamesI looked at the screen of my phone and my heartbeat increased. The photos were evident all over, the front pages of almost all the media houses were filled with the images. Though indistinct, there was no doubt that the woman standing beside Pak Corleone was recognizable to me. Too familiar. I tried to shake the thoughts that were running through my mind. This had to be a coincidence. There was no way it was her. But the more I stared at the photo, the more the truth hit me like a punch to the gut. I knew that body shape. The way she stood. That was Katniss. “What the hell is this…” I muttered, my voice tight as I tried to calm the storm building inside me. I grabbed my phone and immediately dialed Pak Corleone’s number. The dial tone rang, but there was no answer. I tried again. And again. Still, no response. Damn it! I squeezed my phone in frustration, glaring at the photo on the screen once more. Why was she with him? Why were they at a bridal shop? The questions swirle

KatnissThis time, Giselle and I didn’t go back to the villa or my apartment after the ceremony. Rather, we got to the palatial house of Mr. Corleone who was a very influential and wealthy man. The opulence of the surroundings intimidated me as if I were a bird confined in a cage of gold. This mansion, which we were to spend our first night as “husband and wife” was as quiet as the grave, the only sound being the wind blowing outside.We were before the door of the same bedroom, and I could not understand what I was to do next Mr. Corleone went in first and I, after a moment’s hesitation, entered, my walk halting.The room was grand and opulent, which was fitting for a man of his standing. “You can choose whichever side you like,” he told her firmly without turning around.I stood frozen near the door, wrapping my arms around myself. It felt surreal—being here with him, despite knowing this marriage was nothing more than a façade.He shrugged off his jacket, hanging it meticulously.

Katniss James stood in front of me. But after a moment he stopped doing so and got tired. He then proceeded to walk away with sorrow weighing his every move. The sounds of his footsteps reverberated along the corridor that was eerily silent. Mr. Corleone’s employees who had been observing us, stared in disbelief, wondering how the ruthless boss like James would demean himself just for a woman. And I don't understant either.I remained silent, unable to argue. I couldn’t explain myself to James, even though that was what he wanted. No words could express the truth, because everything was already written in the contract that bound me. This marriage was just to fulfill an agreement made behind closed doors.Pain filled my chest as I watched James leave. I touched my chest. I couldn’t lie. I still loved James. And doing this—acting this way—felt like I was betraying him.***RenataI stared at my phone screen, burning with anger as Katniss's wedding flooded every media platform. I couldn

JamesBy now, I wasn’t quite sure how many glasses of the drink I had consumed. The world continued to rotate, only a whirl of darkness and glowing sources. It was a tumultuous hurricane inside me and no one can even predict when a storm will hit. Katniss… the marriage… or rather the destruction it brought with it. There was no escape. Nowhere to turn. I was a sinking ship and no one was coming to my rescue.“James?” The voice that came was as soft as the fog.I slowly moved my head around and my vision was becoming wavy and dim.She was dressed in a black dress that fitted her perfectly, and she stood still. Her hair was long and free falling in loose ringlets and they highlighted by the soft warm lighting of the bar. But it was not her looks that made me uncomfortable, it was the smell. It is the unmistakable, familiar, yet infuriating nice smell.Katniss.“Katniss?” The name blurted out of my mouth before I could even think to stop it. My voice cracked, uncertain.The woman smiled,