All Chapters of His Regret: I'm with his uncle now : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Cassie snuggled deeper under her blanket. Her eyes were glued to her phone as she scrolled through social media. She couldn't get enough of the drama unfolding before her eyes. Misty was getting roasted online, and Cassie was living for it. She was the face of the brand considering her reach, it was a clever marketing strategy but no one for saw this. Cassie giggled to herself as she watched videos of Misty's fans turning on her, calling her out for all the shit she said. The hashtags were #MistyIsOver and #CancelMisty. Personally, Cassie thought they could have been more creative. Nevertheless, she was eagerly following along. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she read through the scathing comments and tweets. She couldn't believe Misty's audacity, and she was thrilled to see her getting called out for it. Truthfully, Misty brought it upon herself. This was the best entertainment she'd had all week, and she was savoring every moment of it. The backlash against Misty an

Cora was done getting dolled up in the nick of time. She was putting the final touches on her lip combo when the bell rang and a man in an immaculate suit stood in front of it. Behind him was an escalade with a 5% tint. Cora grinned. "For Miss Murphy and Miss Wentworth," he said, gesturing towards the car and Cora couldn't help but notice his white gloves. Cassie peeked her head through the door, "I feel like I'm in an episode of Bridgerton," she shrieked, taking Cora's hand. The drive was fast, maybe that was because of the level of anticipation. When they arrived at the building, a chaperone let them to the rooftop. Everything was incredibly classy. The rooftop restaurant looked like something out of a royal movie. The skyline of LA glowed behind them. Waiters in white gloves handed out champagne and everyone was dressed like they’d stepped straight out of the 1800s. Cassie glanced around, amused. “Okay, this is either classy or totally ridiculous. I can’t decide.” Cora gri

As soon as Arden saw the name name Ivy flash across his screen, he split. "Cassie, I'm so sorry. I'll be right back." Not even a second of hesitation. Cassie watched him walk off like the call had pulled every ounce of his attention away from her. Her jaw tightened. So that was it. Ivy. Whoever she was, she was obviously someone important—important enough to make Arden drop everything and run. Heat rose in Cassie’s chest, but it wasn’t the good kind. A knot of anger burned under her ribs. He had just made her feel like the only one in the room, like she mattered, like there was something electric between them. And now? She felt stupid. She felt cheap and hollow. Maybe that connection was just in her head. Her hands trembled. She bit down on the soft skin of her eyelid until the metallic tang of blood hit her tongue. The sting anchored her rage, sharpened it. She stayed on the bed staring at the ceiling, fuming. Her chest rose and fell with uneven breaths. Finally, she got up and

Trent shrugged off the shattered glass, not even bothering to glance back at the mess he had made. He began to pace the floor. Trent was angry and frustrated. As he walked, he blew into his palm, trying to calm himself down. He took deep breaths, attempting to regulate his heartbeat. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake off the feeling of disrespect that Ross's behavior had left him with. "It's not just about the shareholders meeting," Trent muttered to himself. "It's about the fact that he can't seem to respect me, no matter how hard I try." Trent stopped pacing and stood in front of his desk, staring blankly at the wall. He thought about the age difference between him and Ross - it wasn't that significant, really. But somehow, Ross always managed to make him feel like a child, like he was incapable of making his own decisions. "Why can't he just treat me like an equal?" Trent asked himself, feeling a surge of frustration. "Why does he always have to undermine

Misty woke up and saw Trent lying in bed, looking very sick. He was hungover from drinking too much the night before. Misty sat down next to him, crossing her arms and frowning. Trent slowly opened his eyes and saw Misty staring at him. He knew he was in trouble. "Misty," he said, his voice rough. "Good morning, Trent," Misty said, sounding angry. "You look like you're feeling pretty bad." Trent groaned and rubbed his head. He had a bad headache and Misty's tone was making it worse. "What happened last night?" Misty asked, her voice firm. Trent tried to remember, but his memories were fuzzy. "I...I don't know," he admitted. Misty raised an eyebrow. "You don't know? Really? Because I heard you went to see Cassie last night." Trent's eyes widened as he realized what Misty was talking about. "How did you...?" he started to ask. Misty cut him off. "I have my ways. So, are you still in love with her or something?" Trent shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs. "No, Misty, it's