Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire Regret After My Goodbye: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Aria's POVMy fingertips drifted across the contract's surface, barely registering the words printed on it."This contract states," Kane said, his voice low and icy, "if you ever betray me, you'll repay every cent I've spent on you."His eyes locked onto mine, sharp and unrelenting. "Do you dare sign it?"That's it?I almost laughed.All he wanted was a promise. A guarantee that I would never betray him. And right now, that felt easy—because I loved him.I truly, wholeheartedly wanted to stay by his side… even if it was only for three years.The thought made my chest tighten, a strange warmth blooming beneath my ribs.My hand didn't even hesitate. I leaned over, picked up the pen, and signed my name with steady resolve.He didn't expect me to agree so easily. His brows twitched slightly, and he stared at me with an unreadable expression.I set the pen down and met his gaze, my voice quiet but unwavering. "You have to help Chad."At the sound of that name, his jaw tensed—just barely—bu

Aria's POVThe next morning, I left the house with Kane, settling into the leather passenger seat of his sleek black Porsche 911.The early sunlight poured in through the windshield, warm and golden, brushing over his sharp profile and my uplifted mood.When we weren't fighting, we really did feel like a normal couple in love.But even as I found myself falling for him more each day, a quiet insecurity lingered in the pit of my stomach.I was scared of his sudden mood swings, scared he might vanish without warning.Scared that this fragile peace we had built was just a dream—beautiful, but bound to fade.Just as we drove out of the villa complex, I spotted Eden's convertible parked by the gate. He blew us a cheeky whistle, his usual grin in place, and in the passenger seat sat a curvy woman with sharp cheekbones and long legs.Of course. Eden was never alone for long. Women flocked to him, and he never turned them away.We raced down the highway, engines roaring as the two cars took

Chad's POVI ended the call with Aria, took a deep breath, and forced my emotions back down before striding into the office.My supervisor sat behind his desk, casually sipping coffee.I placed the customs seizure file squarely in front of him and said calmly but firmly, "I believe it's time we conduct a full investigation into them."He glanced at the folder, his expression unreadable. "You mean... a full audit on ATTA?""Yes," I said, meeting his eyes without flinching. "Their taxes, invoices, funding sources—every single project. I want eyes on everything."He chuckled softly and set down his cup, giving me a look that was part amusement, part warning. "That's quite the declaration."I didn't respond. I didn't need to. I nodded once, letting the silence speak for itself.He sighed. "Chad, you're still too young. If you've got a grudge against ATTA, a little jab would've sufficed. But do you have any idea what you'

Aria's POVKane's last words in the study still echoed in my mind, cold and sharp like a blade carving into my chest again and again.He didn't even glance my way.I knelt in the living room, quietly sweeping up the shards of glass, forcing myself to focus on the task—pretending that concentrating on these tiny, jagged pieces might somehow dull the pain burning in my heart.But out of nowhere, someone slammed into me—hard.I stumbled, barely catching myself before falling again. Before I could ask what happened, a sharp slap cracked across my cheek.Smack.My ears rang. For a moment, my whole world went silent.I lifted my head, eyes welling with tears, rage and humiliation crashing over me like a tidal wave.Gabriella stood before me, her expression smug and cruel. Her eyes held the glint of a predator watching its prey squirm.She sneered. "How does it feel to be a traitor?"My stomach dropped.So

Aria's POVWe had just sat down at a small restaurant near the hospital—hadn't even looked at the menu—when Caleb's phone buzzed.It was Gabriella."Where are you? I'm coming to find you," she said, her voice cold even through the phone."What for?" Caleb glanced at me apologetically. "I've got things to do. Don't come here and cause trouble."The sound of her voice made me instinctively touch my cheek, where the sting of her slap still lingered.I lowered my gaze to the menu, but the words swam before my eyes."I don't care," Gabriella snapped, her tone rising. "I'll be at that French place downtown—the one we always go to. If you're not there in ten minutes, I'm telling Mom and Dad you've been sneaking around with Aria behind their backs."She wasn't above blackmail, clearly."You—" Caleb's voice dropped, thick with frustration. "Gabriella, you've got some nerve."He hung up with a heavy