บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire’s Regret : บทที่ 231 - บทที่ 240

ELARA’S POV I blink. “Excuse me? I think I heard you wrong.” “You,” he repeats, calm as ever. “I did all this for you, Ellie.” He smirks, reaching for my chin. I slap his hand away without thinking. “I did this because I love you. I always have. And I know you know that.” A chill crawls down my spine. He’s serious. Completely serious. Something is wrong with him. I had no idea of his feelings well I made sure I was clear we were friends and nothing more. “You should marry me, El.” I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped me. Just when I thought I’d heard the most absurd thing of the century. He takes my right hand in both of his. “Marry me. We were always meant to be together. Since we were kids. Remember? We’re soulmates.” “You’re crazy,” I whisper, yanking my hand back in disbelief. “I’m crazy for you,” he says without hesitation. “That’s why I went through all this. Can’t you see it?” “Normal people don’t ruin someone’s life and kidnap the person they

NATE’S POV “I’ll make sure you walk out of here a free man.” Elliot’s voice sliced through the air behind me as I stepped out of the police station. Of course. I let out a slow breath, already bracing myself. He was about to start again another smug remark about how everything I’ve done in the past 48 hours has been wrong. A fresh critique, wrapped in sarcasm and judgment, like he’s been waiting to pounce on my next failure. We were supposed to be working together to find Elara. But so far, all he’s done is stand on the sidelines and criticize everything I do. “Seriously?” Elliot let out a dry chuckle. “Even an intern at my company could’ve come up with something better than that.” I stopped walking and turned to face him. His expression was all too familiar! disgust, disappointment, and pure contempt. I knew that look. He’s worn it for years, ever since the disaster that broke our friendship. A string of mistakes, mostly mine, that led to him blaming me for every

ELLIOT’S POV I didn’t knock. Nate’s guards didn’t even try to stop me. They knew better. I walked straight into his house, straight to the kitchen where the voices were coming from. Angelo was seated at the island, elbow propped on the marble counter, an empty plate in front of him and a cup of coffee in hand. Across from him, Nathaniel sat hunched over, cradling a mug of coffee. A full plate of mac and cheese now cold and hardened sat untouched between them. Nate looked like hell. Sunken eyes, dark circles, pale face. Like someone had carved out the man he used to be and left a hollow malnourished mess, stitched together He looks like a mess heck he looks worse each time I see him. Those dark circles get darker with each passing day. Even though I have a lot on my plate and I’m hanging by a thread. But he looked so much worse than I do. And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel… good about it. Even though it kills me to know my Because he deserved this. Yeah,

ELARA’S POV: I should’ve known it was coming the kiss. The moment I agreed to leave with him, Nicolas’s hand tightened around mine like a claim. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, like he’d won a prize he’d been chasing for years. He stepped closer, his other hand brushing a piece of hair from my cheek with far too much care. Then his lips found mine. It was Cold, Pressing Possessively on mine, But I quickly pulled away as if it was burning hot, I forced a stiff smile onto my face. “I just… feel dirty,” I whispered, voice tight. It took everything in me to not wipe my lips with my hand. And just widen my smile. He chuckled low, amused. “Where are my manners? You do need a bath.” He stared at my face with triumph. And with that, he slid his arm around my waist and started walking me out of the room. His hand gripped my side like we were lovers. I kept my face still, blank, neutral. Only smiling when his eyes occasionally found mine. But every step with his

ELARA’S POV The yacht was bigger than I expected. Not the fancy kind with shiny glass railings and butlers in suits. No. This one felt more like a floating prison. It had multiple levels, confusing hallways, thick steel doors, and cameras in every corner. Every step I took outside the bedroom felt risky. Like one wrong move, and I’d be caught. Like falling into the sea with sharks waiting below. Nico said I could walk around if I wanted. That it was his way of showing me he “trusted” me. Yeah, right. But I still smiled and kept quiet, even when I saw things I shouldn’t have. Men moving crates that looked too heavy to be wine. Doors slamming shut when they noticed me. I didn’t ask. As long as I played the role the girl who chose this, who chose him he wouldn’t see me as a threat. He’d keep thinking I was warming up to him. So I let him talk about the future. About Majorca. About beach houses and silk robes and champagne on the balcony. He made it sound like some fairyt