Lahat ng Kabanata ng MR. BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET; I WANT YOU BACK: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Emily's POV I tried to shake those feelings off me. I took in a few deep breaths, not wanting any thoughts or worries to drain me completely. As I made my way into the design studio, my workers welcomed me with smiles on their faces. My heels clacked on the polished tiles, my aura dripping with confidence as I swept my gazes at each of their faces. “Morning, everyone,”. I said, a warm smile on my lips. I was greeted with the sight of sketches, gemstones and half finished jewelry. This particular section in the imperial company is where we make our designs Jade, my secretary, walked up to me. She handed me a book with contained some recent designs we made I looked up at the rest and asked, “What collection are we making today?” “We are creating the new spring collection.” One of the workers replied. I guess she was the only one to remember. “You're correct, Adele. We need to create a fresh set of designs for the upcoming spring season… I'll have to put us in groups j

Emily’s POV A wave of satisfaction washed over me after I’d given Cecile a piece of my mind. I felt satisfied after telling her everything. I felt so light; it felt like a weight was seized off my shoulders.. She thought she would make me sad with those revelations, but little did she know that I’m already prepared for what was to come. I already knew what she was going to say, and it wasn’t a surprise to me. She expected the news to devastate me. “You’re so strong, Emerald. I’m glad you didn’t tear up in her presence or gave her the satisfaction of seeing you cry,” Kate spoke, her voice filled with warmth. We’re currently on our way back home. Kate was the one driving. I took my handkerchief and wiped the drop of tears from my cheek. I might have acted strong in front of Cecile, but I wouldn’t deny that I feel broken Kate placed her left hand on mine, while using her right hand to steer the steering wheel “I’m so sorry, Emerald, and I’m also proud of you as well. You

Emily’s POV Silence stretches between us, sharp and suffocating. My eyes hovered over Collins's features as I waited for him to respond. When the server brought our coffee, I took mine and blew the steam off the surface. A small tugged at my lips as I took a sip, trying hard to stay calm. He's about to make his confession which I know might shatter me but I'm ready to stay strong and accept whatever it is “Emily..” Collin began, his voice calm and gentle, cutting through my thoughts I dropped my cup on the saucer, my eyes never leaving his.. He swallowed his saliva and I watched as his Adam’s apple bubbled swiftly. “I know you're mad at me because of everything that's happened. About my involvement in the Mafia and about—-” “--- Cecile.” I interrupted, my face firm. “You've told me about your involvement with Lorenzo, Salvatore's company and the Mafia. I'm aware of that. What I need to hear right now is your relationship with Cecile. You told me you were friends which

Author's POV Silence enveloped in the dimly lit room of a luxury mansion. Every member was seated, surrounding a large table. The light flickered, casting a warm glow on their faces. Everyone's attention was on Lorenzo who was addressing them on a particular issue. After the meeting, Collin went out to have a quiet time. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and decided to light his cigarette. He was in deep thoughts. He couldn't stop thinking about Emerald. Her words kept echoing in his head and he could still recall how angry and disappointed she was when she learnt of his relationship with Cecile. He stared into the distance, watching as cars zoomed off across the streets, their blaring horns piercing the silence. Sadness loomed around him and he felt a certain emptiness build in his heart. He hadn't been himself since Emerald broke up with him. He lost his appetite, barely hanging around with friends or doing things he often does. But even in his sad state, he couldn't afford to

Author's POV Collin's eyes blazed with rage, his eyes hovering over Cecile's features. Cecile swallowed the lump in her throat, her grip on the whiskey bottle tightening. “Evening, Collin. It's good to see you. What are you doing here?” She asked, a forced friendly smile on her face. Vivian’s gaze lingered on the two of them. She could sense that something was off between them. An underlying tension perhaps.. “Cut the act, Cecile. I don't need the fake greetings.” Collin replied, his face etched with rage. Her eyes went wide, a sense of uneasiness washing over her. She held her breath as Collin took a step forward, closing the distance between them. He placed his hand on the wall, leaving her trapped in the centre, his brows knitted in rage. “What the hell is going on?” Vivian crossed her arms, her brows raising slightly as she stared at them in confusion. “What did you tell Emerald?” Collin asked, his voice low, a hint of threat in it Cecile clutched her purse, una