All Chapters of My Billionaire Ex's Biggest Regret: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

She had not yet been able to understand what had happened. Daniel seemed to be having fun with her for a second, and now he could not even look at her once more. He just left, leaving her embarrassed and rejected.Lilian's brain spun. The weight of what they had done, and the feel of their lips, everything was searing fire. It was all so fresh. Her heart was filled with shame. She suddenly felt thirsty, thirstier for alcohol than ever before.She had wrapped the bedsheet around her in a choking knot, finding it hard to breathe. But then—there was something. A presence. She paused before she had even glanced up. And there he was.Daniel stood in the doorway, his chest bare and gasping for breath, his fists agitated, opening and closing into fists. His eyes, once clouded with drunken desire, now burned with rage and regret.Why did he show up? Has he come to apologize? To offer hope?Lilian stifled the pain, piling a mound of desperation over it. Her bedding was bunched up behind her, bu

"Let me get this," Jack snarled, stepping forward and reaching for the receiver. His tone was flat, professional. "Yeah? What's it?"He leaned back in the cushioned chair, cigarette dangling between his fingers as he listened to the excited voice that came over the line.“Okay, sergeant. I’ll be right over. Yeah, if Sanders isn’t there, someone’s got to be. Fine, I’m coming.”He dropped the receiver slowly, sullenly, and glared at Kelvin. "Bad news, buddy. There's a general alert out for you. They've found your clothes—the clothes you thought you'd never lay eyes on again. My two 'bright assistants' also found your car and that little card Adrian gave you with Chase's number on it. Now half the precinct's trailing you around town like hounds on a blood trail."Kelvin braced. He gripped the chair arms. His voice trembled. "But they will not be able to convict me of murdering her! You know I did not—just now you acknowledged it. You can call them off."Ash scattered into the tray with a

Two months passed. Lilian stared at the pregnancy test in horror, following the faint double pink lines with her eyes. Her hand trembled as she took a second test, but again it was the same—pregnant. Pregnant with Daniel's child.Her knees became weak. The air in her room was thick, filled. For weeks, her life had been a torment. She was a pariah—gossip down the hallway, sidelong glances in her direction at school, sneering giggles with stabs of sound. At home, there was merely silence, the most lethal weapon of all. They knew what happened between her and her aunt's husband. They would not believe she was angry, inebriated, or insane. They could only perceive what they wanted to see: the woman who had seduced a married man.She bore the mark by herself. Aunt Clara had cut her out, pronouncing her dead to her. Her grandfather denied her her allowance, a deafening punishment that bellowed louder than words. The family, which once protected her, kept her at arm's length as contagion. Ev

Jack pushed open the door to the charge room before heading to his office, and the smell of damp uniforms and old coffee drifted out. He moved through the room, his eyes hungry and watchful.“Anything new?” His voice carried the weight of expectation.The desk sergeant stiffened. “The Commissioner and the Captain are on their way over, sir. Holland hasn’t been picked up yet. Detective Brooks and a couple of men are waiting at his house. Sergeant Sanders just came in—waiting for the Commissioner.”Jack’s jaw flexed. “I’ll be in my office if the Commissioner wants me.”“Yes, sir. Nothing else that’d interest you.” The sergeant hesitated, eyes darting down to his report sheet. “Except… J. Cole’s in trouble. Picked up ten minutes ago on a vacant lot in Spring Street. Beaten badly. Our men say he might not make it. Whoever hit him didn’t hold back.”Jack froze for half a beat, Drew’s words replaying in his mind. J. Cole had told Sean where to find Evelyn Chase. And now Cole was barely aliv

Darcy's and Kelz's voices came to Kelvin distinctly as he clung to the side of the cruiser, but it took him a few seconds to understand what was about to be done with Sean.They were going to kill him—and dump him into the river.The discovery froze Kelvin's veins. He had the taste of rust and fear on his lips. Sean was no longer a stupid fool—he was Kelvin's final thread of hope. How could he ever show that he was not Evelyn's killer if Sean drowned at the river bottom? The evidence already whispered his name. It would start screaming it if Sean were dead.He clenched his teeth, the bitter cold shock of awareness gnawing at his gut. Save Sean. Bring him on shore. Hand him over to Jack. That was the only way out—the last ruse in a deck that had turned against him.But the threat of standing up to Kelz—a muscle-bound, hard-looking menace turned his stomach inside out. Kelvin had an idea of his own limitations. He was no fighter. He was a man who'd rather get what he wanted with his mou