Lahat ng Kabanata ng No More Regrets BooK 1 of the Redemption Series: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Marco's POVThe 12th floor of the exclusive country club exuded quiet luxury with thick carpets, muffling footsteps, warm sconces casting golden light against the cream-colored walls. Marco adjusted the strap of his duffle bag over his shoulder as he made his way down the hall, his keycard in one hand, his phone in the other. He had just checked in for the four-day Harley-Davidson sales conference, but as soon as he stepped out of the elevator, a sound hit him, one that made his brows furrow.Muffled but unmistakable, raw passion echoed from a room down the hall. Moans, gasps, the rhythmic creaking of a bedframe. He slowed his steps, trying not to smirk. Damn, whoever was in that room was really putting in some work. The thought made him shake his head.When he reached his suite, directly across from the enthusiastic couple, he sighed, swiping his keycard. He pushed the door open and pulled his suitcase inside, shutting it quickly behind him to muffle the sounds. If he stood by the do

Marco’s POV Timothy’s grip was like a steel clamp on Marco’s shoulder, yanking him backward before he could take another step toward Sade and Adamo.“Hey, chill,” Timothy hissed in his ear, dragging him away from the hallway before Marco could do something really stupid.Marco barely heard him. His pulse pounded in his ears, his breath ragged as his eyes stayed locked on Sade’s retreating form. She didn’t even look back.Didn’t even hesitate.Timothy didn’t let go until they were halfway down the hall, practically shoving Marco through the doorway of his hotel room.“The fuck is wrong with you?” Timothy snapped, slamming the door shut behind them. “You were two seconds away from making a scene out there!”Marco jerked away, pacing to the other side of the room, running his hands over his face. “I wasn’t gonna do anything.”Timothy scoffed. “Yeah? ‘Cause it looked like you were about to lunge at your ex-wife like some unhinged psycho.”Marco squeezed his eyes shut. He had blanked out

Marco’s POVThe sharp blare of his alarm shattered the silence of his hotel room, vibrating against the nightstand. Marco groaned, rubbing his face before sitting up. His body was heavy, weighed down by an exhaustion he couldn’t quite shake, that was not just physical, but the kind that sat in his chest like a stone. He had set the alarm for 5 p.m., giving himself just enough time to get ready before the meeting.Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he stretched, and rolled his shoulders. Then, moving on autopilot, he went through his usual routine: brushing his teeth, washing his face, and combing his hair. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he barely recognized the man staring back. There was something hollow in his eyes, something distant. He exhaled and turned away.Pulling on black slacks and a crisp white button-up over an A-shirt, he finished the look with a fitted black suit jacket and polished black shoes. His movements were methodical and precise, one of the few

Adamo’s POV As Adamo followed Sade to the elevator, he could tell she was angry, but not because she had to meet with Marco. She was angry because it had been a complete waste of time. Somewhere, deep down, she had actually thought Marco would be genuine. That he would finally give them a real apology. But, as always, he had disappointed her.The elevator doors slid open, and they stepped inside. A few others were already in there, but Adamo didn’t care. He turned to her, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her into his chest. She sighed, melting into his embrace, her face pressed against him as he held her all the way up to the 12th floor.Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a woman smirking at him, blatant in her interest despite Sade being right there. He almost rolled his eyes. People were so shameless nowadays. When the elevator stopped at the 12th floor, he took Sade’s hand and stepped out with her. The woman continued up to the 13th floor. Must have a little money. Not

Marco’s POVI wake up feeling like a damn jackhammer is drilling into my skull. Fuck. I sit up, rubbing my temples as my head pounds. Reaching into my bag, I grab some aspirin, pop two in my mouth, and dry swallow them. A hot shower should help.I step under the spray, letting the water beat down on me as I take deep breaths. Last night was a blur of drinks, fake smiles, and business deals. After finishing my morning routine, I throw on a pair of casual slacks and a black polo with the Harley-Davidson insignia stitched on the chest. I grab my keycard, phone, and wallet before heading out.But before I can stop myself, I find my feet taking me toward her door.Pressing my ear against it, I listen. At first, it’s just the sound of the TV playing softly. Maybe she’s still asleep. Then, I hear a quiet giggle. A deep groan.Moans.My jaw clenches so tight I swear my teeth might crack.I yank myself away from the door and stride toward the elevator, my fists tightening at my sides. Unbeliev