All Chapters of UNFORGETTABLE EX-WIFE: The Billionaire's Regret: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Chapter One Hundred And Ninety-two "Let's die together."Zaire pressed the gun to Lana's head. He was really prepared to end it right there and then with her.He was so glad he had gotten rid of that pompous bastard. He would get rid of Lana as well and they can all meet in the after life.His fingers tightened around the trigger , with his teeth gritted in determination. A flurry of movement came behind him, distracting him but before he could assess it, he was hit across the back.This was followed swiftly with another blow to the side of his head, his jaw almost dislocating with the force of it. He collapsed with a sharp cry on the floor, his body racking with pain.From the corner of his eye, he saw the red haired guy, holding the same stick he'd used on Damien. Adrian threw the stick to the floor, and grabbed Lana, yanking her to her feet."Let me go." Lana whispered, struggling to get Adrian off her."Lana, c'mon!" Adrian said, looking back at Zaire in alarm. Zaire was still w

Chapter One Hundred And Ninety-FourFar north, along the shores of a small coastal town called St. Hayes, located in Moreno, a man laid unconscious in one of the small abodes belonging to the fishermen.This was the third week he had been unconscious, even after being rescued from the frigid waters of Moreno, even after the doctors had checked on him and saved him from the claws of death.But today was going to be different.The man awoke to the soft glow of the evening sun on his face, the sea breeze playing with the soft blonde curls on his head, which were almost down to his shoulders by now.He was lying on his back on a very hard surface, and covered up to his neck with a blanket.He blinked to clear the grogginess from his vision, and after some time the room slowly came into focus.It was a large room, airy with multiple windows, covered with delicate curtains through which the soft golden glow of sunset filtered through. The bed on which he was lying on was located in the m

Chapter One Hundred And Ninety-Six"Those annoying, grumpy, old..." Lana muttered angrily to herself as she stormed towards the elevator, pressing the buttons with a vengeance. Employees passed by her and bowed respectfully, giving her side looks but she didn't care. "You shouldn't blame them too much." Liam said curtly behind her, staring straight ahead as she waited for the elevator, "They have every right to know about where he is, don't you think?""Yes CEO, getting worked up is not going to solve anything." Diego agreed, giving Lana a nervous look."He's not here." Lana bit the words out. She took a deep breath then exhaled slowly, making her nerves which were on edge to slowly calm down, "When I find him, everything would return back to normal. You know this, don't you, Liam?""I know." Liam replied stiffly, "I also know whose fault it is that he is not here right now."Lana let out a shaky breath, her fingers coming to curl together around the clasp of her bag. Liam's cold wo

Chapter One Hundred And Ninety-Eight St. Hayes, Moreno. He was in the water again. He wanted to move, but his lungs were burning and his limbs felt like lead. The water surrounding him was colored with the deep red of blood. His blood. He was sinking, slowly but surely sinking. The life was going out of him. He was going to die. Then, she appeared above the water. She, with the red hair, almost like the blood pumping out of his side. Her face was hazy and he wanted to see it so bad for the last time. To touch it, to etch it in every part of his memory as he feels his life slip from him, but he could only hear the terror in her voice as she screams piercingly, "Damien!" He jerked awake, and tumbled out of bed unto the ground, breathing laboriously. It was like he was still in the water and his breath was coming out fast and shallow. The man couldn't breath, he peeled off the light cotton shirt off his body, which was soaked through with sweat, and tossed it to the side. The

Chapter Two Hundred Noah doubled over the ropes, trying as much as possible to hold in the discomfort he felt. He was seated on a small fishing boat, which belonged to Pa Eugene, his huge self and long legs almost taking over the small boat, adding to his discomfort. The rhythmic rocking of the boat was enough to lull him to that familiar drowsiness which he always felt whenever he came on expeditions like this with Pa Eugene. But he swallowed hard instead, pushing down the bubbling of air threatening to erupt from his mouth. All around him, in little fishing boats as well were men, toiling hard for their daily catch. They seemed serious, casting nets and pulling them in, gutting fishes and cleaning them, generally making themselves useful. But at the same time, he could feel their eyes on him, watching him, waiting for that moment when he would double over the side of the boat and throw up his breakfast. And then they'd roar in derisive laughter, and talk about how less of a ma