Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET, CHASING AFTER ME : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

JamesThe moment I held her, everything in me tightened with a pain I couldn’t shake. The warmth of her tears seared my skin, burning hotter than fire, branding guilt deep into my soul.I had never known fear like I felt watching that video. My grandmother had sent it to me before I came here.The images played over in my mind, relentless, cruel.The chaos at the Wenger family's pool… I had carried Susan Wenger in my arms while she—the one person who mattered most—sank beneath the surface, quiet, unseen. The water had been still for far too long before Yuell finally dove in.The sight of her pale face as he dragged her to shore haunted me. I could almost feel her lifeless weight, her lips colourless, her chest unmoving until he forced breath back into her lungs.She could have died.And I didn’t even know.I gripped her tighter, pressing her trembling body into mine, wishing I could merge us together to shield her from the torment I had caused. Her tears soaked my chest, a flood of so

The sharp coolness of the wind against my skin jolted me back to my senses. My heart raced as I opened my eyes and pushed James Ferguson away with trembling hands. He felt my resistance and released me without hesitation, his weight lifting from me as he rolled over.Breathless, I sat up quickly, my chest rising and falling. My face burned as I turned my head away, the heat of embarrassment and something deeper spreading through me."I Don’t want..." The words slipped from my lips in a barely audible whisper.James froze, the tension in his frame visible as he clenched his jaw. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, and I could see him gather every ounce of control he possessed before he stood and walked to the window. He zipped his sweatshirt in silence, his back turned as he stared out into the night.I sat quietly, my fingers fumbling as I straightened my wrinkled clothes and smoothed my tousled hair. My hands shook slightly as I tri

When my phone buzzed in the middle of that tense meeting, I was still listening to the endless debate. The R&D team for the chip project had been working for more than two years with no profits to show for it.Directors were growing impatient. Tempers flared, voices rose—it was a familiar battlefield of frustration versus vision. I sat there, cold and composed, letting them vent.Then I saw the message."Let’s meet."For a moment, I didn’t move. My eyes stayed on the screen, my heartbeat shifting rhythm. Zelda.I read the words again as if to ensure they were real. A rare, uncontrollable smile pulled at my lips before I could stop it. The tension in my chest loosened. Suddenly, the arguments around me faded, as if I had stepped into a quieter world.Silence followed my unexpected reaction. I looked up to find all eyes on me—wide-eyed, confused. They had noticed the smile.I didn’t care.I typed

I wiped my eyes one last time, breathing deeply as I stood up. My legs felt weak, but the heaviness in my chest had lessened. The storm of emotions that had crashed over me moments before had finally subsided.I glanced up at Hammer Yassir, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep into my cheeks.He didn’t say anything about my breakdown, only offered a gentle, understanding smile that made me feel even more self-conscious.I dropped my gaze, and that’s when I noticed the coffee stain on his chest.The dark splatter spread across his coat, a visible reminder of how he had stepped between me and the fury that was Hilder Ferguson. If he hadn’t shielded me, I’d have been the one walking around with coffee all over me—and even more humiliation.“I’m sorry for what happened today,” I said, my voice soft but sincere. “I’ll buy you a new shirt and coat.”His grin widened as if he’d been waiting for my words.“Perfect. Let’s go.”I blinked, thrown off. “Go?”Hammer pointed to his stained shirt.

My fingers trembled slightly as I fixed his tie, the weight of memories pressing down on me. I forced a smile, trying to sound casual, though my heart ached with each word."I was just thinking," I murmured, "I tied a tie for you once before. Do you remember it?"I glanced up at him, searching his eyes for any flicker of recognition. His Adam’s apple moved, a subtle sign that he remembered far more than he would ever admit. But his voice came out cold and distant like a wall slamming shut between us."I don’t remember."A bitter pang spread through me, though I kept my smile in place. Of course, he wouldn’t admit it. Of course, he would pretend it meant nothing. But I remembered everything, down to the smallest detail.It had been ten years ago, on his ceremony. It wasn’t just another family event—it was the day the future leader of the Ferguson family would take his first steps into manhood. Every detail had been carefully planned for months.The grandeur, the formality—everything po