Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET, CHASING AFTER ME : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

“Get out?” I echoed, my voice laced with disbelief. “What do you mean, get out? Out where? Go where?”The dark night pressed against the windows, and I could feel the cold seeping into the car even though I was wrapped in a quilt. My night dress—short, silky, and wholly inappropriate for the situation—clung to me.“It’s pitch black outside, and you want me to walk out there like this?”James leaned back in his seat, his expression as cold as the night air. “Then maybe you should apologize,” he said simply as if it were the most reasonable thing in the world.I blinked, incredulous. “Apologize?”“Yes,” he said with an almost bored indifference. “Maybe if you apologize, you can stay in this warm, dry car. Otherwise, you can step out into the rain.”Rain. That’s when I noticed the faint pitter-patter against the windshield. He glanced out the window and added nonchalantly,“I think it’s starting to get heavier.”I could feel my blood boiling, anger rising in me like a wave. I stared at h

I sat alone in the café downstairs, my mind swirling. The lawyer I had hired had fled as soon as he realized that my opponent was James Ferguson. He had seen the name, and panic took over him, so now I was left waiting, alone.I glanced at the time—soon, I had to head to the fashion design studio for practice, but all I could focus on was getting this divorce agreement signed. Today. It had to happen today.But just as I tried to calm my nerves, I felt a shift in the atmosphere. It was as if someone’s gaze was pinning me in place. When I raised my eyes, I saw him—James—striding toward me with that familiar cold aura around him. A chill seemed to follow him wherever he went, and as he came closer, the air seemed to freeze.Before I could even react, he grabbed my wrist, yanking me out of the chair. My heart raced, panic setting in as he pulled me toward the door. His pace was unrelenting, the sharpness in his movements sending waves of unease through me. I stumbled, my thighs colliding

SusanWhen James glanced at the invitations and gave a curt nod, I felt a momentary sense of relief. He didn’t outright refuse."Anything else?" he asked, his tone cold and distant. His indifference stung, but I forced myself to keep my composure, biting my lip and softening my gaze to look as pitiful as possible."I'm going to take endorsement photos later," I said, my voice deliberately timid. "This is my first endorsement. Can you come with me?"I watched his face carefully, hoping for even a flicker of warmth. Instead, he seemed distracted, almost annoyed. Yet, when he nodded and said,"Okay, I have a meeting later," I felt a rush of triumph.He agreed. That was all that mattered."Then I won't bother you anymore," I said with a gentle smile. "See you in the afternoon."I left his office, keeping my smile intact until I reached the car. As soon as I sat down, frustration boiled over, and I slammed my bag onto the seat beside me."What's wrong?" my assistant, asked, concern evident

JamesI walked out of the conference room, my head still buzzing with numbers and projections from the annual plan. Mr. Liu approached me, visibly uneasy. His words spilt out quickly, explaining the situation with the endorsement and the original dancer for the game.I raised an eyebrow at his hesitation. It was obvious to anyone with a functioning brain that the original choreography was crucial to the game’s success. Yet here he was, pushing Susan Wenger into a role she clearly wasn't fit for."The smooth and beautiful movements of game characters are key factors affecting the game's visuals. Do I need to remind you of the importance of the original dance?" My tone was sharp, cutting through his excuses. "Can the original dancers be easily replaced?"Mr. Liu visibly deflated, but at least he seemed relieved I wasn’t about to ruin a good thing for personal reasons.“The original dancers are in the capture room now,” he offered. “Would you like to observe their performance, Mr. Fergus

The scene was chaos, yet I could barely feel the world around me. My hands trembled, my heart heavy with years of suppressed frustration and pain. Glady Liamson, my so-called mother, was sprawled on the ground wailing like a wounded animal.Her words, as cutting as ever, echoed in my ears, but I refused to let them control me anymore.“Zelda, you must stand up for me! Look at how they’re treating me! Locking me up like a criminal—your own mother! You’re the mistress of this family. If you don’t take charge now, how will anyone respect you in the future?” she cried, her voice grating and relentless.I didn’t even respond. My eyes burned with the sting of tears I refused to shed as I turned sharply and made for the door.“Zelda!” She caught my arm, her grip surprisingly strong for someone so quick to play the victim. “I’m talking to you! Are you mute now?”I yanked my arm free with more force than necessary, sending her stumbling backwards. When she landed in the grass, she immediately