Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Roman’s POV***“How are you?” I asked her, deliberately ignoring her question. The worry in her eyes was clear as day, but I had no intention of telling her the truth.Some truths were too heavy to speak, especially to her.“That’s not what I’m asking you,” she snapped back almost immediately, her tone sharp and unwavering.She wasn’t going to let this go, not tonight, not with that fire burning in her gaze.“I went out on an impromptu meeting for my business, Sera. I don’t think I have to report everything I do back to you.” My words came out firm, harder than I intended.I saw the shock ripple across her face, the way her mouth parted as though she hadn’t expected me to draw such a line.“Really?” she asked, her voice colored with disbelief.“Yes, really.” I pressed on, ignoring the guilt gnawing at my chest. “You and I, we’ve only been on what, two dates? And now you come into my house to ask me where I’ve been? You don’t own me, Sera. And if this is some plot between you and my fat

Zara’s POV***Roman’s voice echoed across the reception hall, slicing through the heavy tension like a blade.For a second, everything around me stilled. A part of me had wondered where he was in all of this. I should have known he wouldn’t stay out of the chaos for too long.And when his voice cut through the air, stern, commanding, unrelenting, I wasn’t disappointed.For a fleeting moment, despite the storm between us, a smile curved my lips. I didn’t mean for it to happen.But when Tania’s hand froze mid-air, then dropped stiffly to her side, I couldn’t help it.“Smart girl,” I muttered under my breath, my eyes never leaving her face.Tania’s features hardened, her shock clear. She looked between me, Selene, and finally Roman, as though searching for an explanation.But when she found none, she turned on her heels and walked off, her pride limping with every step.“Serves her right,” Selene whispered beside me, feigning innocence, as though she hadn’t stirred the pot herself.I whi

Unknown’s POV***When the tides shift in a certain direction, a passerby must choose wisely: do you follow where the tide drags you, or do you anchor yourself and remain where you are?I had been sitting in the corners for so long, watching, absorbing, thinking. Always listening, never speaking.My role had been that of the shadow, the unnoticed observer. But even shadows must sometimes decide which way to lean.What would my next move be? Who would I place my bet on?The woman I worked for was no doubt powerful, ruthless even. At first, it had been thrilling. Her command, her brilliance, her fire, it drew me in like a moth to a flame.But now? Now I had seen beneath the layers of her perfection, and the fun had evaporated like morning mist under the sun.Power is intoxicating until you glimpse the cost of carrying it.What if, just what if, I made a U-turn and served someone else? What if I shifted allegiance?How would that change the dynamics of everything? Would it tilt the balance

Selene’s POV***I knew I should never have come back here. The second my feet touched the hallway tiles, my chest tightened, every instinct screaming at me to turn back. But instead, I forced a small, shaky smile as my eyes landed on the housekeeper.The visible shock that spread across her face made my stomach twist.“What are you…” she began, her voice trembling.“Shush, please. Not right now.” My words tumbled out in a whisper, desperate and urgent. I raised a finger to my lips, silently begging her not to make this harder than it already was.I stepped closer, taking her hands in mine. My palms were damp with sweat, but I forced my best expression of trust into my face. I needed her silence more than anything.“Please… just let it go,” I begged, my voice raw. “Do this for me, and I’ll owe you. I swear.”She stared at me for a long, painful moment. Her eyes flickered with hesitation, torn between duty and compassion.Finally, she gave a small nod and turned to leave. Relief flooded

Zara’s POV*** If the world could end in that very moment, I think I would have begged for it. If time could have rolled backward, if I could have bargained with fate just to return things to the way they were an hour ago, I would have given anything, everything.My chest tightened with an ache that words could not hold, and my legs trembled as though the ground beneath me had betrayed me.I couldn’t breathe. My ears rang. My heart pounded against my ribs like it was desperate to escape my body.Selene’s voice still echoed in my head, sharp and cruel, dragging Sylvia’s name into the middle of my world, right alongside my children.She had said it, she had spoken Sylvia’s name with such familiarity that there was no mistaking it.There was no way I had misheard.“Sera… Zee…” her voice quivered now, softer, more fragile than I had ever heard it before. “Let me explain.”She took a step toward me, and my skin crawled.“No,” I whispered, my throat thick. Then louder, steadier, though my kn