The Billionaire’s Regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 291 - チャプター 300

ELARA’S POV “Ma’am w have to get back” Ana spoke jogging after me. As stupid as it sounds… I wanted to know what was going on. The screams were louder and I could tell its woman, calling for help. Just like I did… the Nicolas took me, I screamed for help for a long time in that cell, for days… and no one came for me, what if this woman was getting taken too. I just couldn’t go. “Please, let me go Albert” she cries Then the sound of something heavy hitting metal. a body, maybe. “If you want me to let you go… then fucking pay up damn it! Even I don’t like having to you force on women” this time it was a male voice. I freeze halfway past the alley behind the mall, fingers tightening around my purse. Two men stand over a figure slumped against the wall, boots rising and falling in brutal rhythm. I knew something was wrong. “Didn’t I tell you the next time I see you it’s the money or your life?” one of them growls grabbing her by the neck. “I know but I don’t


ELARA’S POV
 
“It’s nothing,” I smile. “I just got tired of wearing it...”
The lie doesn’t come out as smooth as I want, but it’s all I’ve got.
 
“You can’t just get tired of wearing that, El. You know there’s—”
 
“A tracker,” I finish before he can. “To make sure… I’m safe.”
The words slip out barely above a breath.
 
“You knew that, and you still took it off?” he says in disbelief, trying to pull away from on top of me.
But I grab his collar and pull him closer.
 
“Can we talk about this later? Maybe when you’re not this close and your buttons aren’t all undone?”
 
His eyes bore into mine for a long second before he finally speaks. 
“You didn’t just take off that pendant for no reason.” 
 
if only… 
Can he just drop it? 

He stares again, voice tightening. “What did you do with that pendant, Elara?” He sighs, pushing himself off me, that small act was enough to make my chest sting. “I thought we said no more secrets.”
 
I just want to forget about everything that happened

ELARA’S POV Night fell faster than I expected. By the time the car parked outside the old café, the city lights had blurred into gold streaks across the wet asphalt. The rain had stopped, but the air still clung to that damp chill that always crept under my skin. “She’s inside,” Ana murmured, scanning the street. I spotted Jenna through the fogged window before Ana even finished. Same clothes as yesterday. Same nervous hands fidgeting with an empty cup. She looked like someone waiting for a sentence, not a conversation. I adjusted my coat and stepped out of the car. Her eyes widened when she saw me, guilt flashing across her face like lightning. “Elara,” she breathed, half-rising. “You actually came.” “Of course I did.” I took the seat across from her, calm, controlled. “You said you had something for me.” Jenna nodded quickly and slid a small envelope across the table. “This is all I could find. An address, some names… a list of things he asked for before leavi

ELARA’S POV I exhaled slowly. “I know what I did might seem reckless, but—” “If you knew how reckless it was,” he cut in, “you would not have done it.” “Maybe I was reckless, but I’m not built to sit and watch you handle everything alone.” His eyes met mine, cold and dark. A wave of guilt crashed over me, hot and useless. I had let impulse win! I’d hoped Jenna would give me something that made it worth it. Something that would at least to make up for a fraction of his anger. but right now I had little to nothing to show for it. “I just wanted some answers.” I stepped closer. “Answers that could have gotten you killed!” His voice sliced the air. “How many times do we need to go over how dangerous this could get, Elara? It is not just your life you are putting at risk. You have a very fragile life inside you.” As much as I wanted to retort, I did not. He was angry, and he had every right to be. “I know it is hard for you to sit back and let me handle things after everyth

ELARA’S POV Morning comes too soon. The first thing I notice isn’t the sunlight, but the silence. Not the heavy, suffocating kind from last night, but the fragile quiet that comes after too many words and not enough healing. Nate’s side of the bed is empty, but the sheets are still warm. For a moment, I just stare at the faint dent where his body used to be. My chest tightens. He didn’t sleep much; I could tell by the way he kept turning last night, like his thoughts wouldn’t let him rest. I push myself up slowly, wincing as a sharp sting cuts through my lower abdomen. The pain catches me off guard, enough to make me freeze and clutch my stomach. It isn’t unbearable, but it’s there a dull reminder that something inside me isn’t quite right. “Just stress,” I whisper to myself, pressing my palm against my abdomen. “It’s just stress.” It takes a minute for the ache to fade. My hands are shaky when I reach for the glass of water on the nightstand. I take slow sips, hoping