All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Tania’s pov***I had tried calling Roman repeatedly, but he wouldn’t pick up. The thought of visiting the hospital terrified me—what if he took out his frustrations on me for being there?Even Levi wouldn’t pick up his call.And there was Sera, claiming she had PR duties at the hospital. I didn’t buy her excuse one bit. Everything she did, she seemed to be a step ahead of me.I couldn't help but wonder if she had apologized for yesterday's outburst.When we arrived at the hospital, I spotted Levi outside talking to the press.Sera waved him over.“Why didn't you tell me this was happening?” she asked him like they had been friends for ages.He replied, “You already have a lot on your plate, I didn’t want to add to it, and besides, I didn’t think Roman would want to see you.” I couldn't suppress my smirk. She deserved that.“This is my job," she asserted, "it doesn’t matter, it's all over the news, they say it’s a heart attack,” she said without hesitation.The audacity! I couldn't dare

Roman’s POV***Levi and I exchanged a glance as muffled laughter trickled out from my dad’s room. A wave of surprise washed over both of us; it was rare, almost unheard of, to hear my dad laugh in the years I had come to know him.As I stepped inside, my breath caught at the sight of Sera Quinn, her laughter ringing out as she conversed with Dad. “What is she doing here?” slipped from my lips, laden with confusion.To anyone else, I might have sounded angry, but beneath it all, I was grappling with the complexity of my thoughts, and her unexpected presence stirred a whirlwind of emotions.“Hello, Sir Roman,” Sera greeted, her tone almost too cheery. “I was just going over some plans with Mr. Lucien, he’s quite charming, by the way, about how we can reduce media gossip.” She spoke as if her presence was the most natural thing in the world.I couldn’t wrap my head around the change in her. She seemed completely transformed, back to the professional Sera I knew from the office.I studied

Roman’s POV***“Are you serious, with Tania?” she asked, her face a blank slate, but this time, her eyes were locked onto mine.“Tania is my staff,” I replied, my voice thick with dismissal, hoping she'd just let it go. And surprisingly, she did.As I walked into the office, there was Victoria, waiting for me. There was that polite smile she always wore, but I could tell she had more on her mind.“Good morning, sir,” she greeted, the words hanging in the air a moment longer than usual.“Victoria, just spit it out. What is it?” I asked, feeling my patience stretch thin. My morning had been chaotic enough, and I needed to keep things on track.“There’s a call from the director of Malcon Cooperatives. He insists on speaking with you, says it’s urgent,” she said, her tone serious.“I’ll take it,” I replied, not bothering to hide my irritation. She looked a bit taken aback, but I couldn’t bring myself to care about her surprise right then.“Anything else?” I prompted, ready to move on.“Not

Roman’s POVI had asked for Sera, expecting her to walk in with a solid strategic crisis management plan to tackle our current issue.Instead, she came in empty-handed. Frustration bubbled inside me, urging me to yell or lash out as I often did. Yet, surprisingly, I held back. I chose silence instead.The Malcons' contract belonged to my father, and it wouldn’t be long before he found out about our slip-up. It didn’t matter much why he was so eager to keep hold of the contract; I just wasn’t ready to find myself on his Black-book yet.Then, Sera offered a suggestion that caught me off guard. Which I was thankful for until she…“What’s Levi like?” she asked, pulling me from my thoughts. I already knew about the dinner date, but hearing her say it struck a nerve, similar to the way I felt whenever someone got too close to Zara in public.I waved the thought off immediately, dismissing her subtly, and telling her to leave.Just then, Mr. Lucien, my father, entered the room, and my stomach

Roman's pov***“I’ll leave now,” I heard her say, her tone, I could swear, was almost reminiscent of Zara's.It felt disorienting. Sera, with her thick accent that marked her origins from the west, shouldn’t sound like Zara. But this was not the first time I’d noticed something amiss.“Who are you?” I asked her, my curiosity edging towards bewilderment.I noticed her wince as she shifted in discomfort, but that was of little concern to me. How could someone evoke feelings that were so similar to someone else?I searched her eyes, hoping to unearth the truth hidden within them.“Excuse me, sir,” Victoria interjected as she stepped into the room, breaking the tension.“What is it?” I asked, releasing my grip on Sera's wrist, which I had earlier loosened prior to her plea.“You wanted me to notify you as soon as we received information on the Malcon director,” Victoria replied.I stole a glance at Sera, whose attention was now fixed on me. She was holding her wrist, a faint mark from my