All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Regret : Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

ELARA’S POV“I’m going on a little trip,” Nicolas said, smiling that same dead smile. The one that didn’t touch his eyes. “When I get back… we’ll start our journey to Majorca.”He leaned down and placed a kiss on my forehead.I didn’t flinch.I didn’t move.But inside?I was screaming.His “affection” always came wrapped in control. Gentle hands hiding the monster behind the mask. And this morning was no different. Every kiss, every soft word, was a leash.“Are you even listening to me?” he asked, annoyed now. I hadn’t moved from the headboard, my body wrapped tight in the heavy duvet like armor.“Yeah,” I whispered, forcing a smile that I couldn’t feel. “I heard you.”He narrowed his eyes, studying me too long. Too quiet. Like he was peeling my skin back to see what I was hiding underneath.“Are you okay?”“Just… a migraine.” I lowered my gaze. “It’s nothing.”He stepped closer, pressed his palm to my forehead. His skin was warm. My stomach churned.“Do you need me to stay back? If y

ELARA’S POV The pain had dulled to a constant burn around my ankle, the bracelet digging into my skin like it wanted to become one with the bone beneath. But I was getting used to it. Sort of. Maybe it was the adrenaline. Maybe it was because I could see the damn rescue boat on the horizon, inching closer, still too far, like it was dragging time with it. I could still hear Nate’s voice in my head. “Stay here, El. Don’t move. Not until the boat gets to you, okay?” I wanted to listen. God, I wanted to. But everything in me was screaming. They were fighting. The heavy sounds of bodies slamming echoed from the other side of the deck just a few feet from where I was hiding, you could say… I heard a grunt, then multiple curses, Then the unmistakable thud of someone hitting the floor hard. And the sound of another shot made my heart drop. Nate? My body jerked forward before my mind could catch up, only to be yanked back by the searing pulse of pain around my ankle. I gasp

NATE’S POV I feel like a fucking loser. Scrambling to my feet, I turn to Elliot. My fist trembling to slam against his already bloodier face: “Our deal… it’s over” I spat “You won. You can keep your fucking grudge and keep blaming me for Jeremy’s death, because I know that’s what all this is really about,” mind and Elliot’s friendship ended the very moment he found out his brother died and knew what killed him. “Blaming you?” Elliot echoes, his jaw tightening with rage. Same as mine. We were both seconds from going at it again. “It’s your fucking fault it happened. It’s your fucking fault my brother is dead, and you think I’m just blaming you?” I swallow the lump in my throat, trying to bite back my words but I couldn’t. It’s time Elliot get some reality check! “If it was my fault Jeremy died, and I had a hand in it…. then I would’ve been in jail by now. Your father wouldn’t have let me marry Elara. I’d be behind bars serving time for killing him. But guess what? I’m fucking i

NATE’S POV Zoomed into the screen. No fucking way. The pendant. She has her pendant on! The pendant I gave her the day before she was kidnapped. I had a tracker chip installed in it because I was paranoid about her safety. How did I not remember to track it? Shit. Opening a new window, my hands flew across the keyboard, unlocking the old tracker interface from weeks ago. It wasn’t advanced tech, but it worked. I just needed a signal. Any signal. And if she’s wearing it, I might be able to track her. My leg bounced with urgency as I waited for the screen to load. Then, it flickered. The tracker was flashing. I didn’t even know when I started praying, but I was. Praying it would pick something up. Anything. Even the slightest signal. I could work with anything right now. The door creaked open behind me. My head snapped in that direction. Can my day get any worse? “Heard I’d find you in here,” came Elliot’s voice. “Whatever bullshit you have this time, I ca

ELARA’S POV “you won’t get away with this, Nicolas. Just like Nate found me before, he’ll find me again. He won’t give up on me.” The words sounded like I was trying to convince myself but I wasn’t. Not really. I didn’t need to convince myself. I knew he would come. My hand trembled against my burning cheek. Nicolas let out a dry, bitter laugh. “You really think he’s coming for you?” He stepped closer, and I instinctively dragged myself backward, keeping my injured leg tucked beneath me. “Yes,” I said firmly, my voice trembling but resolute. “He won’t give up on me that easily. I know he’s coming for me and you’ll see.” A twisted smirk curled across his lips.“Well… Too bad he’s dead.” I blink. The words don’t register. I almost laugh. “Oh yeah? If that’s your way of trying to make me give up, you’ll have to try harder.” “I knew you’d say that.” He pulls out his phone, smug. He swipes something, then holds the screen in front of me like a trophy. I snatch i