All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Regret : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

NATE’S POV My eyes locked with my mother’s. I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t seen her in years, but she looks… older. Tired, maybe. But still wrapped in expensive fabrics and heavy makeup, trying to look like the woman she used to be. The illusion might’ve worked once, but not today. I turned away, tightening my grip on my father’s collar. “Where’s the fucking contract?” He raised a brow like I was asking for a cup of tea. “I said where the fuck is the contract Pier gave you the last time you met him?” “Nathan—” My mother’s cautious voice slipped into the room, but I ignored it. I didn’t have time for her softness right now. Every second wasted meant Elara was more exposed, more at risk. And I was done letting this man dodge accountability. I shoved him back in his chair and stormed to the desk, yanking drawers open, rifling through folders and paper stacks. “What do you think you’re doing?” Elias demanded. “I’m finding the shit you’re too much of a coward to give me!

ELARA’S POV I slid off my tote bag and pulled out my phone. A few texts from Kyle. Still nothing from Elliot. I sighed, pressed the call button again, and waited. After what felt like forever, he finally answered. “Hey,” I said quickly, my voice slightly too high. “I left a few missed calls…” “Oh, yeah?” His voice sounded drained. “I’ve been busy. I’m flying to Dubai tomorrow for another deal.” “Oh.” Part of me hesitated. Maybe I shouldn’t tell him. He already had so much on his plate. But this wasn’t just some tiny inconvenience I could sweep under the rug. If he found out later… it’d only be worse. Plus Elliott deserves to know everything. The last time I kept something from him, he didn’t take it well. “Is everything okay down there?” he asked, snapping me from my thoughts. “Well… there was a little issue. But it’s getting sorted.” “Issue?” he repeated, sharper now. I hesitated. My fingers curled tighter around the phone. “I’m not in Vegas anymore. I left for New Yo

ELARA’S POV I didn’t sleep. Not even a little. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt it again, his arms wrapped around me, his chest against mine, the weight of what almost happened. The heat of what nearly crossed a line. I told myself I was over him. That I was here for my safety, nothing more. But my body hadn’t gotten the message. So I didn’t lie still. I scrubbed the bathroom tiles at four in the morning. Sketched and trashed three new layout ideas. Organized the guest room closet until my fingers hurt. Because if I stopped moving, I’d have to feel. And I wasn’t ready for that. By the time morning light slipped through the blinds, I was dressed, face washed, and halfway to the kitchen pretending to be normal. Pretending that last night didn’t rattle something deep inside me. The house was quiet. Too quiet. Mila meowed once, brushing against my legs as I walked past her new favorite perch near the window. I gave her a soft stroke behind the ears before stepping out onto

ELARA’S POV“Angelo Valestilo,” Angelo says coolly, flicking a gold coin toward the guard. “We want to speak with the Librarian.”The man catches the coin, glances at it, then grunts. “Magic word accepted.”A metal detector beeps weakly as we pass. I doubt it could detect a bazooka, let alone a knife. Nate’s hand stays firm on my lower back, silent, steady. As we step into the hallway, it feels more like a tunnel tight and damp. My heels echo in a rhythm that sets my nerves on edge.We stop before a thick mahogany door.“This is going to be simple,” Angelo says, looking Nate dead in the eye. “We go in, get the answers, and walk out. No drama. No blood. Civilized. Understood?”Blood?My stomach churns. I know things are getting dangerous, but… can it really get that bad?“Nate?” Angelo raises a brow.Nate’s jaw tightens like he wants to argue. But then, he nods. “Understood.”“Good.” Angelo pushes open the door.The room is nothing like I expected. When they said librarian, I imagined

ELARA’S POV As much as I hated how Nate had his secretary yank me out of the room, I couldn’t stop wondering if he was okay. I knew he did it for my safety. But how he did it… that was what stung. The moment I stepped back onto the main floor of the club, the bass slammed into my chest. Lights flickered. Bodies swayed. Laughter buzzed beneath the pounding music. It was surreal… like walking out of a battlefield and straight into someone’s birthday party. I found a stool tucked into the far corner of the bar and sat down, trying to fold myself away from the chaos. The bartender ignored me until I tapped twice! hard against the counter. Only then did he wander over. I didn’t even want a drink. I couldn’t handle one right now. But I still ordered something just to give my hands something to do. Minutes passed. My leg bounced under the counter. My fingers twisted in my lap. Every few seconds, my eyes flicked toward the hallway, waiting, hoping… to see Nate come stumbling