All Chapters of His Regret: Winning Back Her Heart: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Marietta's POVI had woken up that morning and realized last night was nothing but a dream. I had dreamt of him coming to my hotel room. I just had to pass the night there. I couldn't afford going to the place Mr. Felix my manager has booked for me. I was a bit drunk and celebrities life are being monitored. Going all the way to the place given to me by the company couldn't deny my image. Just as I was about to get out of bed. Clara my personal assistant walked in. "The manager asked of you last night. And why you didn't seem to go to the house," Clara broke the silence. "And what did you say?" "I told him you have some unfinished business," Clara cleared her throat. "Good," Handing over some files to me, I scanned through and noticed that I was still in one way or the other linked to Michael. "And when did the Whitmore invest in the acting world?" "Mr. Felix included them and-" She wasn't done talking when I made my way into the bathroom. "We are going to the whitmore's h

Marietta's POVI did not realise how much I had slept until Bella tapped me on the shoulder."Hey, Etta. Have it." She handed me a hamburger and a yogurt. "Thanks," I heaved a sigh. She sure knows how to take care of me."I figured out you haven't eaten all day," she smiled at me."What about Valerie? Do you think she'll be okay? She's all I have Bella." I cried out."Don't worry. The surgery was successful," Bella smiled.I heaved a sigh and quickly munched my food.Two hours later, the doctor reached out, a smile tugged on his face. "Valerie is okay. She just needs some rest," he replied."Thank you, doctor." I cried out as Bella held me tighter.A call interrupted the moment. It was Elsie. "I've been worried sick about you. How's Valerie?" Elsie questioned. "Valerie's fine," I answered wiping my tears."Are you crying? Do you want me to come over?" Elsie asked impatiently. "No, I'm not. I'm fine." I lied."I'll be back soon. Thanks. I have to go now," I replied, before hanging

Marietta's POV"Mr. Whitmore has a daughter? How?" I heard some of my colleagues mutter."How? I thought they were divorced?" Another added.My eyes darted from Granny Lorette to Elsie. I yanked my hands off from Michael's and made my way out."Etta!" Elsie called but I didn't answer.Making my way out, Clara quickly got the car door for me. "Marietta, wait!" Elsie pulled me back. Spinning me around, I clashed against his chest. For a moment, his eyes bored into mine, and quickly I withdrew myself. "Elsie, the reporters will be here any minute. I need to leave," I answered."What was he talking about?" Elsie pointed at the door."Can we talk about this later, Elsie? I'm not in my right state of mind," I whispered.Making my way back to the car, Elsie's voice echoed from behind."Do you still love him?" He asked yet again.Over the years, one thing has kept me going. And that was Valerie. But also, I couldn't stop thinking about Michael. The more I thought about him, the more I got

Marietta's POV I had woken up to a call from Bella.“Bella, what’s up?” I asked.Looking beside me–he was gone.“It’s Valerie,” Bella paused.“Is she okay?” I quickly stood up from bed.“Good morning sunshine,” Elsie’s voice halts me in my tracks.I thought he left. He never did?“Etta? You had a man over?” Bella teased.I couldn’t help but leave the room in a shy manner.“Let’s talk about my daughter. Where is she?” I questioned.“She seems to be asking after her dad lately,” Bella replied.“Can I talk to her on the phone?” I inquired. “Not at all. She's asleep,” Bella heaved a sigh. For the first time in three years, I got confused. “Bella, I don't know what to do.” I ranted. “Valerie's just three years old and she's asking for her father. What do you think will happen in years to come?” I spoke impatiently. “Calm down,” Bella responded quickly. “I think you've been away for too long. And she needs you, Etta.” Bella concluded. “Do you think I should bring her to America?” I

Marietta’s POV“You all are fired!” I ordered angrily.“You have to calm down,” Bella consoled. “You can’t just fire all your workers, Etta.” Bella reprimanded.“Oh yes, I can. And I will!” I snapped.Suddenly the door flung open–it was Clara.“Ma’am, have you seen the news?” Clara stood anxiously.“Just leave, Clara. I want to be alone,” I sank into the couch in tears.I felt a little headache as tears rolled down my cheeks.“Granny Lorette is calling,” Clara showed me my phone.“I don’t want to see anyone! Don't you get it?” I flinched.THREE YEARS AGO IN FRANCE“Oh girl, you look so hot,” One of the hottest actors spanked my buttocks.Slap!“You fucking slut!” Oliver slammed me against the dressing room door.“Let me go! You pervert!” I hit him in the chest.Pulling me to himself, and holding my hand against the door, he whispered into my ears.“Do you think you can be a star without sleeping around?” he mocked.“Fuck off!” I spat in his face.“Well, I’m not the so gentle–”“Let he