All Chapters of His Regret: Winning Back Her Heart: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Michael’s POVMy lips quivered as I watched Donovan snatch the laptop from in front of me.I scrambled, trying to come up with some commanding tone, but none worked. Not with Donovan towering so close.. “What do you think you are doing?” I finally managed to speak up.“Shhh…” he hushed me, pressing a finger against my lips, as he trailed them with his hand.I shut my eyes and firmly pushed his hand away. “This must end.” His gaze swept slowly from the top of my head down to the tips of my toes, leaving me feeling exposed under his scrutiny.“So you really are going to choose her over me?” He asked again, and this time around, I didn’t waste much time answering.“Yes.” I nodded. “Whatever you think we shared was a mistake, Donovan.” I started.I had always wanted to bring up this conversation, but somehow, I never could.Donovan had been busy for days, buried in research on the Sterlings and strategizing how I could win the next election–to become the next president of the United Sta

Marietta’s POVWe stood there for a moment, locked in each other’s arms. The heat from his body made me melt, as I quickly slipped away from his embrace.“I can’t be your baby mama, Aiden,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.“Then be my wife,” he said, spinning me to face him, his eyes searching mine with quiet intensity.“I cannot be any of those things you mentioned, Aiden.” He exhaled sharply, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he released me from his hold.I drew in a deep breath, my gaze shifting instinctively to the doorknob.“If you want to leave, I’m not stopping you,” Aiden said, his voice carrying a quiet sadness, the vulnerability etched across his face.The air between us grew thick and heavy as I fought not to look into his eyes. I knew if I did, I’d only fall deeper into him, and I couldn’t afford to let that happen. I had to stay strong, even though a part of me ached with the memory of everything Aiden had done for me.He was the one who saved me when Micha

Marietta’s POVI took a step back, my eyes never leaving Bella. She was visibly more excited now, wiping tears from her face with trembling hands. I caught the silent words on her lips: “Say yes.” My hands fumbled anxiously at my fingernails as I struggled to steady myself. Aiden’s gaze stayed locked on mine, unwavering, intense. I let out a shaky sigh, searching for the right words. “What if—” I began, my voice barely a whisper.“Let me handle the puzzles that come with the 'if,' Etta,” he cut in gently.“But what if—” I tried again, my heart pounding.He pulled me closer, his voice low and steady. “Trust me — there won’t be any buts when you say yes to me,” he said, his eyes searching mine. “I want to be part of your world, Etta. I’ll be everything you need me to be. Just give me the chance to heal your wounded heart.”With every word, my heart raced faster, pounding against my chest. I knew without a doubt that he was madly in love with me — that much was clear. What I cou

Marietta’s POVA soft knock at the door jolted me awake, leaving me feeling groggy and weak.“Who is it?” I grumbled, turning over restlessly in bed.Last night had been incredible—one of the best nights I’d had in a long time, even if Lena had tried her best to ruin it. Bella, Aiden, and Lawrence had more than made up for her drama. Especially Bella’s fiancé, who had shown up just minutes after she’d announced their engagement to me. We laughed, we celebrated... and now, I was paying for it with a throbbing hangover.“It’s Rita,” came the reply from behind the door.“Come in,” I muttered, my eyes still shut, my body tightly wrapped in the duvet.Rita entered, bowing to me. “I’m sorry to barge in, Miss, but the master has requested we get you ready,” she said as she briskly drew the curtains open, letting a flood of morning light pour into the room.I groaned, pulling the blanket higher over my head.“Rita, seriously?” I muttered, kicking at the air half-heartedly as I spotted the l

Michael’s POVIt’s been two days since my arrest was ordered. I’ve just been placed in an interrogation room. Since I’ve not been convicted yet.Donovan and my lawyer have been trying their best to let me out. But nothing happened.I hadn’t eaten anything since they brought me in. I refused.Who knew if the food was poisoned?I was about to sleep when I heard the door creak open, revealing the police and Donovan.“You have just an hour,” The officer warned.“Can you make it two?” Donovan asked, tipping him some money.The officer hesitated, glancing up at the security camera to make sure it was off.“Two hours?” The police said, looking from me to Donovan.“You got it. Just two hours. No more, no less. Thanks,” Donovan said before handing over the money to the policeman finally.The door shut, leaving just the both of us alone.I was about to approach Donovan before I remembered that my hand was still cuffed to the table.“I need you to save me, Donovan. Please,”“You think I’m not try