All Chapters of My Billionaire Ex's Biggest Regret: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"Do you actually believe that it would be that simple to escape?" he mocked.With all her strength, Lilian kicked him hard in the groin, and he screamed out in agony. She ran once more, and she had no idea where she was running to.She simply didn't care where she was running, only that she was out of his company, although she did not succeed in getting far.Not even three steps.A brutal yank caught her ankle. She crashed down again, her chin slamming into the floor. Dazed. Dizzy.He was on her before she could lift her head.“You bitch!” he growled and slapped her hard across the cheek. Pain exploded across her face. Her vision flickered.“For making it difficult, I’ll take my time,” he hissed.No interpreter was needed for what came next.His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her waistband. Her breath ceased. No. No, God, no.“I can give you money,” she pleaded. “Please… you don’t have to do this.”But he laughed, lips close enough she could smell the stench of wine and

As Commissioner Jim Cruz sat at his mahogany desk, the half-smoked cigar's cigarette smoke drifted up toward the ceiling.He had invested so much in politics, building this empire stone by stone, and cognizant of the price to be paid of staying atop. With blind-buying and repaying favors, he had built a fortune in riches and power and could even gain a Senate seat.' He seethed with anger at his so-called friends.With a blank look, the man gazed back at Captain Joe Whitely, who sat by the window, his belly bulging against his uniform."So, tell me again, Whitely," Cruz began, his voice low and deadly, "why did news just blindside me that Evelyn Chase was murdered in a damn call house? In our town. You swore there wasn’t a single one left standing."Whitely raised his cigar to his lips, taking a long, languid drag. A smirk crept onto his tobacco-stained teeth. “Oh, there are always call houses, Commissioner. We close ‘em down, and they pop right back up.” He gestured dismissively. “Thi

Don't worry, the paramedics will arrive any minute," Police Chief Carl said, diplomatically interrupting as Chris clenched his fists, staring at Lilian. She was as pale as the inflamed, swollen areas on her face. Her body trembled despite the heat within the room. The fury beneath Chris's skin made breathing hard."Meanwhile, don't mind me asking you a couple of questions?Lilian's head nodded, and the sudden movement drove a stabbing ache through her head. Chris's fists were balled at his sides. He was so angry, he wanted to shout, rip something, someone apart.Carl took a step or two closer, his voice firm. "Tell me about the man who hit you."She gasped for breath unevenly, her voice cracking. "He was wearing a mask, so I couldn't see his face. But... he had shaggy brown hair. He was tall—maybe six feet. And he was built like a tank.”“Anything else?”She blinked slowly. “No… That’s all.”“Did he say anything? Like, why was he after you?”Chris watched her hands tremble in her lap.

Lilian sat alone at the end of the hospital bench, gazing at nothing before her. The rest of existence came in waves—faces indistinctly blurred by, voices wailing out, and buzzing fluorescent lights above—but none seeped through. Her throbbing, bruised lip thumped to the rhythm of the muffled pain on her temple. Her purple cheek ached with each time her skin closed up from the tightness of a healing wound.Three times. Three attempts.Three times when death should have embraced her into its arms, but for some mysterious reason, failed to.She shivered, wrapping her arms around herself, more habit than for warmth. Her body was still recovering from the bruises, but it was the psychic bruises that hurt more than the pain in her limbs. The fact that he held her immobilized. The sneering in his voice. The feel of his hand in her pajama pants—Her breath caught.Again, tears flowed, and after this morning's assurance that they would be the last, how many more times would tears have fallen

With his face in a frown, Adrian Jackson checked his watch and examined the hands. He didn't remember how many times he had looked at himself in the last hour, each time increasing his anxiety.His nerves were growing thinner, and the familiar walls of Starlink Bank's office were closing in, ready to disapprove of him. Because he liked things in order, he jammed his phone into his pocket and adjusted his tie. This day was going to be different. Coldness came in conjunction with the cold that was experienced today.As he walked towards the elevator, his mind instantly went back to Evelyn. That phone call was echoing in his head, a ring of an officer's voice from his office that morning. She was to answer. She always answered. A dead and confused voice on the phone had rung his nerves. It was not a stranger's.Stood in the hallway, holding out for the elevator doors to open, he experienced a chill of fear and guilt. Overwhelming, it was. Was it just a normal question? Could it have been