All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Zara’s pov***The drive to Roman’s reserved venue was a hushed affair. The sound of tires on asphalt seemed to blend into the quiet hum of my own thoughts as I stole glances at him, lost in his silence.The city skyline loomed ahead, glittering like diamonds against the twilight sky, but I felt a flutter of unease in my stomach.Suddenly, curiosity surged within me, breaking through the stillness.“You called her Selene. How did you know her name?” I dared to ask, unsure how he would respond.“Well, it is my company; nothing goes on without me knowing,” he said, his tone casual yet commanding. “I’m curious, though. It says in her file that she’s an IT guru. Why have her under the problem team?” He questioned, causing me to worry.I didn’t want to reveal too much, trust was a luxury I couldn’t afford just yet.He raised an eyebrow, and I could sense him waiting for my words. “Because sometimes you need someone with specific skills to navigate the dark corners of the internet. We need

Zara's POV***I sat at the head of the oval table in my office, surrounded by my team and Selene, our heads bent over the proposal sheet like it held the secrets of the universe. The discussion was around the three-month PR campaign the company had planned to boost its global image that was halted in the past. The air was thick with anticipation."We stand a better chance of getting a proper video coverage now," Sam muttered, tapping his pen against his notepad."Why?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, though I already knew what he meant. Still, I wanted to hear him say it. To make it real.The room went quiet, eyes darting, throats clearing. No one dared to speak.Selene, of course, had no such hesitation. She leaned back in her chair and smirked. "Well, because now you own the key to our boss’s heart."I shot her a look, unimpressed. She raised her hands in mock innocence.At that moment, Chloe peeked into the room. "Ma’am, you have a message from Sir Roman," she said, and the murmurs b

Zara's POV***"Where is your keychain?" Roman asked, catching me completely off guard. The question sliced through the quiet like a sharp knife. My pulse skipped a beat. I hadn't even realized he paid that much attention, let alone noticed something as small and ordinary as my keychain."It should be here... somewhere," I replied hesitantly, rummaging through my bag with clumsy fingers. My movements became frantic as I dug deeper, heart pounding faster with each empty pocket I explored. The keychain was missing. A knot of unease coiled in my stomach.Roman watched me closely, his gaze unwavering, intense, like he was searching for a lie on my face."Maybe I left it at home," I added, trying to sound casual, though my voice lacked conviction. "How did you even know about it?""I’ve seen it before. It sometimes peeks out of your bag," he said with a casual shrug. But his answer didn’t sit right with me. There was something too rehearsed about the way he said it, like he was covering for

Selene's pov***That woman had struck a nerve. Every word she spoke, every look she gave Zara, burned like acid in my chest.Eavesdropping wasn’t something I was proud of, but what choice did I have? It gave me a glimpse into what Zara had endured all these years, endured from the very woman who was supposed to be her knight in shining armor.Zara, the same girl who once taught me how to be strong, who stood by me when we were younger, who defended me when I didn’t have the strength to defend myself.Now, she was trapped under the weight of that woman’s influence. It broke something inside me to see her like this, silent, exhausted, carrying a burden no one should have to carry.I knew then, more than ever, that I had to help her. Fate had brought us back together, and I wasn’t about to let it pull us apart. She didn’t just need a friend; she needed a sister.And I was going to be that for her. No matter what it cost.The next morning, after making breakfast, I realized Zara still hadn

Chapter 59 — Zara’s POVIt had been two days since the fever took me down without warning, and Roman still hadn’t come back like he said he would. On the first day, I told myself not to care. He was a big boy; he would show up when he wanted to — probably working through one of his many father-shaped wounds. But by the second day, the silence felt less like space and more like a wall.I had called his phone more than once. Straight to voicemail. No call back. No text. Selene had even stopped by his office to confirm what I already suspected: he hadn’t been in for two days. The world kept spinning, deals were still being made, problems still multiplying, but Roman Vale had folded himself into the city’s shadows and taken my peace of mind with him.That morning Selene had left for work, giving me instructions not to move around too much. I had agreed, then lay there staring at the ceiling like it might offer me a map to everything I had lost. The apartment was quiet in the way a hospita