Todos os capítulos de THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Zara’s POV***When we arrived at Roman’s apartment, a cold chill ran down my spine. I had completely forgotten about Lucien and how he might react to everything that had happened.Would he see me as the reason for the rift between father and son? The thought alone made my stomach twist. I didn’t want Roman and his father to be at loggerheads because of me.Roman carried Aria gently in his arms while I held Leo’s small hand. Somehow, Selene had managed to arrive before us and was already setting up the rooms like she owned the place.The Vale mansion, it still felt surreal saying it. I was moving into the Vale mansion, of all places, not as an employee, not as a stranger, but as the mother of Roman Vale’s children.Who would have ever thought fate would twist this way after everything that had happened?Thanks to Levi, everything had spun wildly out of control, yet somehow landed better than before, or at least, better for now.Roman’s private apartment within the mansion had six rooms

Zara’s POVThat night, after putting Leo and Aria to bed, I could barely stand on my feet. The dinner had drained every bit of strength I had left in me.My head ached from the tension, and my heart felt heavy from the memories that dinner had stirred.I dragged myself into the shower, letting the warm water run down my back until my thoughts blurred into nothing.Afterward, I rummaged through the crowded boxes scattered everywhere, searching for a nightwear that wasn’t trapped beneath something else.The room was a mess of unpacked belongings, Roman’s way of saying “home” was apparently chaos at the moment.When I finally found a satin slip that looked halfway decent, I threw it on, crawled into bed, and let exhaustion win.Roman and Selene were smart enough to give me space that night. They knew better than to try to talk to me when my head wasn’t clear.Roman and I still needed to have a real conversation, but I was grateful that he seemed to understand me without words. For now, s

Zara’s POV***I didn’t know if Roman had expected me to say that, only a flicker of surprise showed in his eyes, then it was gone, smoothed over as if acceptance had settled in like dust.He said nothing at first, as though he wanted me to keep speaking, to unburden myself until whatever had built up inside me finally had space to breathe.The rooftop hummed with a softness that made each sound louder: the distant cars, the whisper of the night wind, the faint clink of cutlery from below.Everything around us pressed in and yet, for that moment, it felt like the two of us existed in a small glass globe where only the truth could move.“I was furious because I found out about you and Tania,” I said, the sentence catching in my throat. “How… how could you?” Tears prickled behind my eyes, a fresh round gathering like rainclouds ready to break.The words tasted of salt and old wounds. My voice trembled, not weak but raw, the way it becomes when you finally name something you’ve been hurti

Zara’s POV***“Let’s go on a family picnic,” Roman said one morning, almost casually, but there was something in his tone, something hopeful, something light. I felt it before I even understood it. A lift. A breeze through a room that had been sealed too long.I didn’t mention the conversation I’d had with his father. I had no intention of mentioning it, not now, not soon, maybe not ever. We were only just beginning to have real smiles in this house. Not polite smiles. Not tired smiles. Real ones. Ones that reached the eyes and warmed the chest from the inside out. I wasn’t going to ruin that with shadows of Lucien’s threat.“That sounds great. Aria could use some fresh air,” Selene said, her voice bright as she gathered napkins and folded them into neat squares. Aria had been progressing more than anyone expected.Even the doctor said so. He’d said her emotional and social recovery was ahead of schedule, “rare,” he’d called it. But I believed in something deeper: love does not heal q

Zara’s POV***As the car sped down the winding road, I could feel my pulse pounding against my ribs. The driver, a man I later learned was named Ben, kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead, jaw set tight with focus. Every bump, every turn made my heart race faster.I tried calling Roman, but the call went unanswered. I tried once more, still nothing. A deep sense of panic began to crawl under my skin. I switched to Selene’s number, praying she’d pick up, but her line went dead too.My thoughts spiraled. If the District Attorney’s office caught up with them, it would take hours, maybe days, to sort things out.Reporters would already be circling like vultures, digging into everything they could find. They wouldn’t care who they hurt in the process. They’d expose anything, even the children.I reached back and patted Leo, who had only just stopped crying. His breathing was soft now, his little body limp with exhaustion. Aria leaned against me, clutching her stuffed toy. I whispered soft