Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Regret : Bab 211 - Bab 220

ELARA’S POV “So… why was Camille attacked? Because I know you know,” I say, my eyes fixed on Nate. “It’s the usual. Money,” he replies coolly, taking a sip of his grapefruit juice like we weren’t talking about someone nearly getting killed. “I know. But this wasn’t the first time, right? Why hasn’t she reported it to the police?” My voice rises slightly. I want the truth. All of it. Nate exhales, setting his glass down. “She has. Every time she reported it, they covered it up.” “But why haven’t they been arrested? How did she get tangled up with people like that” “Well… Camille’s an orphan. Her uncle was supposed to be her guardian. Everything was going fine until she turned twenty-five and wanted access to her inheritance. But then he tried to trick her into signing everything over. She involved the law, and he lost” He leans closer getting into the blanket. “Since then, it’s been a twisted game of red light, green light. He strikes when he gets the chance. She can’t

ELARA’S POV The relentless buzzing of my phone dragged me from sleep. Groaning, I reached out, fumbling across the nightstand until my fingers wrapped around the device. The bright screen pierced through the dim room, and my eyes narrowed as I read the name flashing on the screen. Nicholas. My pulse skipped. Strange. I couldn’t remember the last time we talked, but why would he be calling me this early? “Hello?” I murmured, voice rough from sleep. “El.” His voice cut through the line, sharp and close. I heard the rush of cars, footsteps, the telltale sounds of city life behind him. “I’m outside.” I sat up straighter, blinking. “Outside where?” “Your office building, of course. Thought we could grab coffee. It’s been a while.” Coffee? Now? At this hour? “I’d love to, but… I’m not at the office today,” I replied, keeping my tone light. “Then where are you? At home? I can come by.” “I’m not home either,” I said softly, glancing behind me. Nate was still asleep, arm slung ov

NATE’S POV The ride home felt longer than usual. Maybe because all I could think about was Elara. It had only been a few hours since I left, but it felt like days. But that was the curse of loving someone after almost losing them, time twisted. Every second stretched, and in the last week, I’d been doing everything I could to earn each one back. She’d been softer lately. Warmer. Waking up tangled in my arms. Laughing with Mila. Whispering in the dark that maybe… just maybe… she could see a future for us again. I was so eager to get back, I almost shoved Dave out of the driver’s seat to drive myself. By the time I walked through the door, the house was quiet. She sat in the living room, perched at the edge of the couch, her phone beside her. Her eyes lifted as I stepped in and something flickered behind them. Then the smile came. “Hey,” I said, dropping my briefcase. “Missed me?” “You weren’t gone long…” she replied, standing slowly. I didn’t wait. I closed the g

“In a way… it did,” she chuckles. “it opened my eyes more, and I can see things clearer now.” “Why did you help us get to him if you didn’t plan on staying?” “Because he got his chances. And blew them. This time, I wanted to make sure he wouldn’t hurt anyone else. He is with Pierre I don’t even want to imagine how many lives they’re going to ruin for those mines” I stare at her for a long moment. She was right. And as much as I want her to stay, I know I can’t change her mind. Camille doesn’t budge once she’s decided something. She’s the type to walk barefoot through fire if she thought it’d keep someone else warm, even if it burns her. “Is there anything I can do to make you stay a little longer?” “I’ve already made my decision,” she flashes me a sad smile. “Once he is behind bars, I’m going to leave for good.” Camille’s always felt like a little sister to me... From the first time we met, she was like that annoying sibling you never thought you wanted, but then she has

ELARA’S POV“Before I can trust again, I need to know the truth.”The last thing I wanted to do was get in bed with Nate again — not when those papers I found were flashing in my head like a neon light.But then again… I can’t have him suspecting anything.Not yet.I want to be sure first.Even if he swears he’s not hiding anything, I still wouldn’t believe it — not with those papers under the bed. But what if it’s a setup? What if someone’s trying to come between us?But who would even know where I am? The only person who knows I’m staying here is Elliot. And none of it makes sense.It’s already hard enough that Nate made me sign those papers years ago. He made it clear in front of a crowd that we were done. If it turns out he never submitted them.that it was all for nothing that the embarrassment I faced meant nothing…I don’t know how I’ll handle that.Yes, he explained his reasons before. I agreed to give him a chance after everything. I told myself to leave the past in the pa