All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Regret : Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

ELARA’S POV I don’t know how long I had been walking, but I could count the few times I had to stop and puke on the side before pushing myself to keep going. A part of me screamed at me, begged me to stay back with Nate, to take in his words, believe everything, and just go with him. But for some reason… I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. It just didn’t feel right. Every single time I fell into a huge mess, I never got the chance to solve it myself or even think it through. This time, I wanted it all to be my decision. I knew I would be safer with him, but… I just don’t think I can trust anyone right now. So, I kept walking. Trying my best to see through my blurred vision, I walked until I could no longer hear Nate’s footsteps behind me. Until I couldn’t take another step. I had no idea where I was going or what I was supposed to do next, but one thing I knew for sure is I needed to be by myself. I took the next turn to my left. I tried to think of a single place or a single friend I

ELARA’S POV “Wow.” The word slips out before I can stop it. Just when I thought my day couldn’t get any worse. Just when I thought all I had to worry about were the vomits and finding a place to sleep tonight. Then I find this… I don’t know what Nicolas is trying to achieve with this. To scare me? To remind me he’s still lurking, waiting for the perfect time to strike again? Whatever his plan is… I think it’s working. The bloody letter in my hand makes my stomach twist. I read the same words over and over, until my knees threaten to give out. The room spins, Nate’s voice in the background blurring into static, and then warm, steady hands close over mine, prying the paper away. I flinch before I can stop myself. Through blurry vision I catch his eyes, dark, tight, burning with something I can’t name. Pain? Fury? Fear? Shit. Tears sting at my lids again. I blink hard, refusing to let them fall, refusing to let anyone see me cry again. I swore I was done crying today

ELARA'S POV When we got to the exit, guards were stationed at the doors by the car. I don't know if I missed them earlier or if their numbers had grown, but it was clear Nate wasn't joking about security. Nothing about them screamed "low profile." From where I stood, I could already count four armed men and three black cars. A little too much, I wanted to say. But the disturbing photo and bloody letter, Nicolas sent still crawled through my mind, so I kept my mouth shut. My chest tightened until it hurt, and the drive blurred by in silence. My eyes grew heavier with each passing second, and my bones felt weaker with exhaustion. When we finally reached the safe house, it wasn't a bunker or a cabin in the woods. It was a penthouse, accessible by a hidden elevator. The elevator doors opened, spilling warm light into the space. Nate motioned me inside, the vastness of the place greeting us as he gave a quick tour. "You can wash up. I'll get dinner sorted," he said, shrugging off h

ELARA’S POVEach step toward the room felt heavier, as if my legs were dragging through mud.Nate must’ve noticed because his hand slid into mine, his grip firm and steady. “It’s going to be fine,” he whispered. I wanted to believe him, I really did… but the words felt like paper against fire, too fragile to hold back my fear. Still, I forced a tiny smile.Summoning every ounce of strength I had left, I climbed onto the bed. Nate didn’t let go of my hand. I thought about pulling away — I didn’t want him to see how weak I felt — but the way his thumb brushed over my knuckles told me he needed this just as much as I did. Maybe holding my hand was the only thing keeping him calm.He flashed me another smile, though his jaw was tight. With his free hand, he pulled out his phone, ready to record, and the sharp click made my chest squeeze. I couldn’t even react — my legs were trembling too much.The technician began setting up the machine, her voice explaining each step, but my mind was mil

NATE’S POV “What the fuck is this supposed to mean?” Marcus growled, tossing a stack of papers onto my desk. “It’s good to see you too, brother,” I muttered, forcing myself to look away from the screen. This was the fifth research paper I’d read today, and not one of them had an answer to calm the fear crawling up my chest. “Don’t brother me, Nathaniel!” he snapped, blue eyes burning into me. “First you distance yourself like the plague. Then, when I reach out, you barely respond. hell, you don’t even answer unless it’s about work. And now I wake up to this bullshit? Some lawyer at my office with this?” He jabbed a finger at the papers. My eyes dropped to the stack, then back to his enraged expression. Running a hand through my already messy hair, I regretted telling the guards to let him in. I had enough on my plate. Too much. The last thing I wanted was to explain the family business all over again. “Say something, damn it! Or do you have nothing to say to me now eith