All Chapters of Billionaire's Regret: Second Chance At Love : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

(Scott's POV) Jenna? What in the world was she doing in my house? How did she even get in? The last time I saw her, was after cheated on me and moved in with another man in London. "Nice house you’ve got here, Scott," Jenna said, her voice dripping with feigned sweetness as she stood up from the couch and walked toward me. "I should've known you'd be successful one day. A mansion, a company—I'm sorry I ever doubted you." She reached out to touch me, but I immediately stepped back, brushing her hand off with a sharp motion. "How did you get in here?" I asked, my voice edged with anger. Jenna smiled, unfazed by my tone. "The maids let me in... I told them I was your girlfriend, and they let me in," she said, flashing a smile at me, trying to act all sweet. "Girlfriend?" I repeated, incredulous. "Have you lost your mind?" "No," she replied, her expression softening. "I know I messed up by cheating on you. But now, I realize my mistake. You're a good man, Scott, and I shouldn't hav

(Allison's POV) "Have some water, Allison?" Stefan offered me a glass of water, his voice gentle. I smiled faintly, accepting it from him. He sat beside me, his eyes filled with concern as I sipped the water slowly. "Why were you crying earlier?" he asked softly after I emptied the glass, his tone a mix of curiosity and worry. I sighed, staring down at the empty glass. "It's nothing, Stefan." "No one cries for no reason, Allison. We're friends—you don't have to hide anything from me," Stefan said, his voice steady, filled with reassurance. His eyes held a sincerity that melted some of the walls I had built. He was patient, ready to listen, no matter how long it took. I exhaled deeply. He was right. I had already drenched his shirt with my tears earlier; it felt unfair to keep my pain hidden. "It was Scott," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Your ex?" His jaw clenched. "What did he do to you this time?" There was a simmering rage beneath his calm demeanor. "Nothing," I said

(Scott's POV) I immediately pushed Jenna away from me after she kissed me. How dare she do that in front of Allison? I quickly turned to Allison to see her expression, but I couldn't tell if she was jealous or not. However, I could see her holding the edge of the chair as if she had just lost her balance. I rushed toward her, closing the distance between us. "Allie, it’s not what you think," I said, desperate to explain, but Allison simply gave me a smile that made my chest ache. Deep down, I wanted her to be jealous—just to feel like she still cared, even a little. "You don't have to explain yourself to me, Scott," Allison said, pausing to smile at Jenna. "You must be his girlfriend. Nice meeting you," Allison said. Her words cut through me like a blade. Six years ago, when I introduced Jenna to her as my girlfriend, I saw the pain in her eyes. But now, she was smiling casually at Jenna, as if it no longer mattered. I studied her expression, searching for a hint of jealousy, but

(Scott's POV) Seated at the dining table with a box of chocolates in front of me, I couldn't stop grinning as I stared at Allison's message on my phone. She texted me back, warning me not to care about her, but I found it strangely endearing. I wanted to respond, but I didn't want to risk her blocking me, so I just kept my gaze fixed on her message, smiling like a lovestruck teenage boy who had just received a reply from his crush. Allison had told me she'd give me a chance to be a father to Liam, and I was more than happy about it. If I get closer to Liam, it would bring me even closer to Allison. I was determined to show her how sincere I was about having her back in my life. I didn’t care about Stefan. The very thought of him made my blood boil. I smiled again, looking at Allison's text. To a normal person, her reply might seem rude, but to me, it felt like a compliment. Maybe I was crazy—crazy in love with my Allie. I loved her before, and now, I loved her even more. "Sir, her

(Allison's POV) I was in the kitchen, busy preparing lunch for Liam, when the doorbell rang. It was Sunday—a day I could spend quality time with my son before diving back into the chaos of work on Monday. Wiping my hands on my apron, I removed it, draped it over a chair, and headed to answer the door. It was Scott. He stood on my porch, his arms laden with brightly colored gift bags. I furrowed my brows in confusion, my gaze flitting between him and the mountain of toys he carried. "Hi, Allie," he greeted, flashing his signature smile that showcased those infuriatingly perfect dimples. His dark brown hair fell loosely over his forehead, giving him an almost boyish charm. Despite the years, he looked ageless, like a vampire forever trapped in his prime. "Allie?" he repeated, pulling me from my thoughts. I blinked and cleared my throat, trying to mask how flustered I felt. "Why did you bring so many gifts?" I asked, my tone sharp enough to keep my guard up. "I wasn’t sur