All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Selene’s pov***Evan had decided to sit beside me while everyone worked on the case. His apartment was the chosen meeting point since it made everything faster, and thankfully, he had agreed for us to come with the twins.I wasn’t sure what to expect. Evan was always a bit too calm and composed, but the moment we stepped into his home, I was genuinely taken aback.He had stocked the house with snacks and drinks long before we arrived, almost as if he had predicted every possible thing the twins might like and he had been able to bond quickly with the twins especially Aria who was a hard nut to crack.And then there was the house itself, warm, soft colors, framed photos, neatly arranged furniture, scented candles burning in corners.It felt like walking into a home, not just a man’s apartment. This wasn’t the typical bachelor pad with dark furniture and blank walls.It had the touch of a woman. Deliberate. Cozy. Warm.“Well of course he has a girlfriend,” I whispered to myself under my

Selene’s POV*Sylvia Grant: The Silent Architect Behind the Whisper Networks… and Maybe the City’s Biggest Corporate TakedownFor years, Sylvia Grant has carried herself like the picture of polished professionalism, a woman with immaculate posture, deliberate speech, and not a single stain on her public image. She has always been the type who lets others talk while she listens, the type who smiles politely while quietly calculating the next ten moves ahead.But lately, the silence around her has begun to hum. And people are starting to notice.The Grants Cooperative: Coincidence or Carefully Crafted Cover?The city’s most discreet PR engine, The Grants Cooperative, has built its entire reputation on remaining unseen. No flashy billboards. No loud campaigns. No rants, no leaks, no traces. They clean up scandals with surgical precision, so smoothly that most clients claim their problems simply “evaporated.”Insiders, however, have long whispered that the agency’s true mastermind has nev

Selene’s POV*I didn’t even hear Zara come in. One second I was completely lost in the warmth of Evan’s picture on my phone, and the next her voice sliced through my daze like a surprised laugh wrapped inside a question.“What are you looking at?”Her voice jolted me so sharply that I almost dropped the phone. My heart jumped in my chest, and for a moment I genuinely forgot how to breathe.I hadn’t even heard her footsteps, which meant she must have been standing behind me for long enough to make a silent judgment in that irritatingly calm way she had.I spun around, gripping the phone as though it might offer me an excuse. “How long have you been standing there?” I asked, although deep down I already suspected the answer wasn’t going to save me.“Long enough,” Zara replied, her tone annoyingly steady, like she had been waiting for me to turn around and confess like a guilty teenager.I swallowed, nerves fluttering in my stomach. “Did you see anything?” I asked, even though the questi

Zara’s pov***The kitchen was warm that morning, filled with the faint sweetness of dish soap and the lingering aroma of breakfast.I stood by the sink with my hands submerged in warm water, my mind drifting in a hundred different directions, mostly the court case, partly the kids, and somehow, always Roman.I heard his footsteps before his voice, that soft, deep tone that he only used when he was pretending not to be worried.“Hey, babe, we’ll be leaving now,” Roman said, leaning against the kitchen doorway while I rinsed off a plate.His tie hung loosely around his neck, and his hair was slightly messy in a way that always looked intentional, even when I knew he had probably rushed to appear that way.I looked over my shoulder. “Alright, hon. I’ll see you later. Take care of my girl for me,” I said, giving him a tiny smile before he stepped closer and placed a soft peck on my lips. It was quick, almost rushed, but full of warmth, the kind of warmth that slips into your skin and stay

Zara’s POV***Dinner with Lucien felt strangely peaceful, too peaceful for a man whose very presence used to tighten every muscle in my body.The dining room, usually thick with unspoken tension, had softened around the edges tonight, as though someone had cracked a window and let fresh air seep in.Even Selene, who had spent the earlier part of the day grumbling about the trial and her sore feet, was seated with us, fork in hand, doing her best not to roll her eyes at every small comment Roman made.Leo had somehow declared Lucien’s lap his personal throne. The sight alone was enough to make me pause each time I glanced their way.It felt as if a new version of Lucien had been unveiled, one with softer eyes and gentler breaths, one who held my son as though the boy was something delicate he didn’t want slipping through his fingers.Aria sat beside Selene, slowly lifting spoonful after spoonful with a seriousness that made me smile. Her expression, always watchful, seemed lighter toni