All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Selene’s POV*“Be careful,” I said softly to Roman as soon as we arrived at the company building. He gave a quick nod and I stepped out of the vehicle. The moment the vehicle disappeared beyond the corner, I took a deep breath, steeling my nerves.Roman had previously given me the spare key to this back entrance, a hidden one, still undiscovered by those vile people lurking in the corners, looking for a means to instigate us.It was now my only way in. All I had to do was sneak into the company and find a way to infiltrate its servers. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be as difficult as it sounded.I moved cautiously, hugging the dimly lit walls as I made my way inside. Every footstep echoed faintly against the marble floor.My pulse quickened, but I forced myself to breathe steadily. I avoided most of the cameras Roman had warned me about, if anyone was watching, I couldn’t afford to leave a trace.The corridors felt emptier than usual, the silence thick and almost suffocating. After several t

Zara’s POV***Thankfully, there was enough food stocked in the safe house. As soon as Leo and Aria woke up, I prepared breakfast for them. The kitchen was quiet except for the soft clatter of utensils and the gentle hum of the refrigerator.I watched Leo carry his plate and sit beside his sister, his small hands careful as he fed her spoonfuls between his own bites.Aria giggled occasionally, her voice light and still a bit hoarse from the recent accident. Seeing her smile again was like watching the sun return after weeks of rain. My heart softened, but at the same time, I felt a heavy knot form in my chest.Her therapy had to be put on hold now; there was no way we could trust Mary enough to invite her here. The safe house was our only protection, but it also meant isolation.I sighed deeply, resting my elbows on the counter as I stared blankly at the tiled wall. My thoughts drifted away from the kitchen, from the kids’ soft laughter, to the one name that had been haunting me, Sylvi

Roman’s POVEvan and I agreed to meet at a coffee shop on the opposite end of our current location. I couldn’t risk him snooping around the safe house or anywhere near the family.I didn’t trust him yet, not enough to take chances. Every instinct in me had screamed to vet this meeting through layers of security, but there wasn’t time for that kind of luxury anymore. Things were unraveling fast, and trust had become a currency rarer than gold.The drive felt longer than it should have. The streets blurred past in streaks of gray and sunlight, each turn dragging like the hands of a slow clock.The city was awake, horns, chatter, footsteps, but all of it felt distant, like background noise in a movie I wasn’t part of.My fingers tightened around the steering wheel as I replayed the conversation with Selene in my head. She’d said he wanted to help, but “help” had never come free in my world. Not once.The air in the car was stale, thick with the scent of leather and tension. I rolled the

Roman’s POV***This was the first day of the trial, one I knew would stretch on for months. No matter how good Evan was, no matter how sharp his instincts or how ruthless his strategies, this case wasn’t something that would wrap up quickly.The courts didn’t work on skill alone; they worked on time, politics, and whatever games the opposing side decided to play. And our opposition had Sylvia, an entire viper’s nest wrapped into one woman.Levi never had it easy in court either, and the memory of his old complaints drifted through my mind as we drove.I could still picture him on nights we shared a bottle of harsh, burning liquor, grumbling about petty lawyers and the suspicious tactics they pulled just to scrape out a win.He’d rant for hours, pacing back and forth like a caged animal, cursing the “broken system,” while I sat on the couch pretending to listen.Funny how memories choose the worst moments to surface.We were halfway to the courthouse before my thoughts forced themselve

Roman’s POV***The courthouse doors groaned open behind us as Evan and I stepped into the late‑afternoon light, the air thick with the residue of arguments, verdicts, and the usual mix of reporters hungry for drama.My head was already throbbing, not from stress, but from the simple exhaustion that came with another day of fighting on every front. Evan extended his hand for our routine post‑trial handshake.“Thank you,” I said simply.He gave me a small nod, the kind that said you did good, now go breathe, but I didn’t get the chance to inhale even half a second of peace.“Well, well, well… if it isn’t the great Roman Vale and his new handbag, Evan Smitt.”Levi’s voice cracked through the air like cheap thunder.Zara stiffened beside me. “Roman, please ignore him,” she whispered, her voice brushing my ear like a warning.Ignore him. If only it were that easy.The reporters began to swarm, microphones pointed like daggers, cameras blinking with anticipation. Levi always knew how to sal