All Chapters of The Billionaire Regret After My Goodbye: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Aria's POVThis entire morning, I lost my will, doing what Kane wanted me to do and saying what Kane wanted me to say, completely obedient.It wasn't until I heard Baron's voice outside the door that I snapped out of my haze."Sir, The person in charge of the partner company has arrived. They'll be in the conference room shortly."The sound hit me like an electric shock. My body tensed instantly, and my nails dug into Kane's back, leaving deep, angry scratches.But Kane—completely unfazed—kept thrusting into me with ruthless determination, his arms braced on either side of the desk."Hiss! Relax, Kitty. You're too tight now," he murmured, almost amused, as if he hadn't heard the voice on the other side of the door.I wanted to disappear. The shame hit me like a crashing wave. Baron had to know. There was no way he couldn't hear what was happening. No way he couldn't guess.The room reeked of sex and sin, filled only with the sound of our ragged breathing and the slick rhythm of skin a

Kane's POVThe moment I pushed open the doors to Delphine's studio, my temples were still throbbing.The board meeting had been a brutal bloodbath. Hours of verbal fencing, just to drag a nod of approval from those crusty old bastards for the acquisition proposal.One day, I'll pay them handsomely to shut up and retire somewhere far, far away!I scanned the room quickly. Aria wasn't here.That only added to my irritation.This wasn't a conference room—I didn't need to wear a mask or keep my temper in check."Delphine!" I barked, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade.She appeared moments later, leaning casually against the cutting table with that trademark smirk of hers. "Kane, let me guess—your meeting in hell finally ended?"We've worked together for over a decade. She could read me like a book. I didn't bother replying, just glanced past her."Where is she?"Delphine strolled over a

Kane's POVMy eyes narrowed into slits as I stared down the bastard in the white suit twenty feet away. He leaned in close to Aria—so close he could probably smell the perfume I picked out for her myself.Caleb Jepson. That build, that name—I'd never forget either.He was the man I saw with her at the mall that day.And now? His hand hovered behind her waist, his cuff brushing the shimmering scales of her silver mermaid gown like some polished gentleman.What a fucking joke."Kane, about the renewable energy—" one of the board members started, then fell silent.I looked down and realized I'd crushed the champagne flute in my hand. Glass shards dug into my palm, and golden liquid dripped between my fingers onto the carpet.A waiter rushed over with a towel, but my eyes never left them—Aria walking beside Caleb toward the lounge area. They sat, shoulder to shoulder. He said something. She laughed.She laughed aga

Aria's POVThe air in the lounge still reeked of Kane—his cologne clinging to the leather sofa, mingling with the faint scent of blood on my skin. It was nauseating.I curled into the farthest corner of the couch, trying to disappear. Every shift of my body sent white-hot pain lancing through me. Kane's punishments were never symbolic—they left marks.Knock, knock.The sudden sound made my heart leap to my throat.I froze, shrinking in on myself as though sheer stillness could render me invisible.For a moment, I thought someone was coming in, that I'd be exposed like this—violated, broken, humiliated.But the door stayed shut. A calm, professional woman's voice filtered through."Miss Vale, new clothes have been left outside. If you need anything, please dial the front desk. Mr. Wolfe's instructions."The clinical politeness made my stomach turn. She might as well have been addressing a mannequin. Just another object to be redressed, polished, and put back on display.I didn't respon

Aria's POVThe flood of incoming emails on my computer screen was relentless, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't focus. My head felt like it was splitting open, as if someone was hammering directly into my temples.The numbers and words on the screen began to blur and distort, blending together into an indecipherable black haze. I could barely scribble down the instructions into my notebook.When I finally finished, I reached up to rub my forehead, only to flinch at the burning heat under my fingers. The fever hadn't gone down—clearly, the meds I took this morning had long since worn off."Just hang in there a little longer," I whispered to myself and forced my aching body to stand. I gathered the stack of documents and walked over to the copier. I needed to make copies of the finalized reports and shred the drafts that contained confidential information.I thought moving around might clear my head, but it felt more like I was controlling a puppet—my body moved, but my mi