Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET, CHASING AFTER ME : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

The private room of the Royal Court Club was opulent, the kind of place where you couldn’t help but feel a little indulgent. I leaned back in my chair, swirling the amber liquid in my glass, listening absentmindedly as Miguel and Yuell chatted. Their words blended into the background—something about another reunion. Normally, I’d contribute, but tonight, my mind was elsewhere.“It’s true what they say—he succeeded in business but failed in love,” Miguel teased, leaning toward me. “Brother, you and Zelda haven’t reconciled yet?”I chuckled dryly and shook my head. “What do you know? Even if we quarrel, our relationship is still very good.” My words were calm, but even I could hear the hollowness in them.Miguel sighed. "Okay, okay, you two have a good relationship. Zelda can’t live without you. But no matter how good a relationship is, constant arguments can hurt. It’s been so many days..."Twenty-nine days. That’s how long it had been since she first asked for a divorce. I didn’t need

I bit my lip, struggling to find the words."My Brother... um..."Before I could finish, James suddenly leaned over, capturing my lips with his. His kiss was fierce, his breath warm and insistent.I was taken aback, forced to tilt my head back as his intensity overwhelmed me. The warmth of his lips, and the possessiveness of his actions, left me defenseless. For a moment, I forgot to resist.When he finally let me go, I gasped for air, my face flushed and my mind blank.He pressed his hand to my forehead, his dark eyes boring into mine."Brother and sister? So, you think we are committing incest now?"Panting, I struggled to process his words. Wasn’t he the one who had always resisted this relationship? He was the one who ignored me for five years, who refused to have children, claiming it was incestuous.Yet here he was."Zelda Liamson, I don't kiss my sister like this."I felt like I had been struck direct

ZeldaI didn’t want James Ferguson to suspect I had been studying abroad, so before Liz could clarify, I nodded and said with a small smile,“Yes, I am the translator. However, with Mr. Ferguson’s Italian skills, it seems I’m unnecessary here.”Liz didn’t seem to mind my improvisation. She had originally brought a translator, but their delayed flight had left her without one. Since I spoke Italian, she had asked me on the way to the hotel to step in temporarily.Susan stood awkwardly to the side, unable to follow our Italian conversation. Her discomfort was evident, her expression pinched and her fists clenched. She looked like she was shrinking into herself, and I could almost feel the hatred radiating off her.Without acknowledging her, I quickly followed Liz into her room. The door shut softly behind us, leaving Susan outside.I could imagine her frustration even without hearing it.When I return

ZeldaMy heart sank."Let go!" I demanded, though my voice betrayed a crack of emotion.Behind him, Susan seized the opportunity. She shoved Jian away and cowered behind James, clutching his arm like a lifeline. Her theatrics began immediately."James, she’s crazy! I don’t know what she forced into me—I feel awful! My stomach hurts so much!" she wailed, clutching her abdomen with exaggerated agony.Her performance was an instant success. A murmur rippled through the room as her cronies chimed in."Oh my God, is Susan really pregnant?""Did Zelda force-feed her abortion pills? That’s so cruel!""How could you harm an innocent child like that, Zelda? This is vicious beyond words!"Each word cut into me like a blade. My fists clenched, but before I could respond, Jian acted.She grabbed a bottle of wine off the table and hurled it with all her might.The glass exploded on impact, fragments scattering across the room like shrapnel. Gasps and screams followed, but Jian’s voice cut through

ZeldaMy head hung down, my stomach flipped, and my heart raced. Slung over James's shoulder, I kicked my legs furiously, the narrow elevator space making my discomfort feel suffocating.“Put me down!” I demanded, gripping the hard line of his back for balance. “James, if you don’t let go, I swear I’ll throw up on you again!”A deep, cold voice rumbled above me, “Try it.”The steel in his tone made my skin prickle, but the fire of rebellion burned hotter. His broad shoulders were as unyielding as stone, every step making my position more precarious and my irritation sharper.As he tightened his hold, my eyes wandered down. His butt. Right there, infuriatingly firm, and far too tempting a target.The memory of the public spanking he’d given me earlier flared in my mind. Anger surged, along with something I didn’t want to name. My hand lifted instinctively.I slapped him once.A solid, satisfying smack.And then again.It felt… unexpected. Taut. Elastic.Lost in thought, I let my hand f