All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Selene’s POV***If Levi had really found Zara… if he had tracked her down and decided to pull a quick one on us, then we were finished.My chest tightened at the thought. I knew things weren’t going smoothly with Roman and Zee, God knew that man left chaos in his wake, but if Levi came into the picture now, stirring the storm, pushing her even deeper into despair… I swear to God I would not let him.I was lost in that thought when, boom, I slammed into someone, hard as a rock.“Excuse me,” I muttered quickly, ready to brush past. My mind was elsewhere, my eyes were on the door, but the hand that caught my wrist pulled me still.“I said…” I began sharply, but the words died in my throat when I finally looked up.Levi.I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath until it escaped in a ragged gasp. Seeing him here, right in front of me, knocked the air from my lungs.Oddly, though, it brought relief. If he was here, in the club, then at least he wasn’t lurking outside Zara’s hotel room

From the Author’s LensA Week AgoDear readers, you may have wondered how Roman had suddenly caught up with Tania. You might be asking yourselves: how did he discover the truth?Well, let me take you back. To understand what unfolded in the present, we must revisit the past, four years back, when Zara was still Zara, not Sera, and when her so-called best friend, Tania, tested the limits of friendship in ways that would echo until today.It had been an ordinary day at work, or at least it began that way. The offices buzzed with the usual tension of deadlines, the clatter of keyboards, the subtle perfume of ambition lingering in the air.Zara remembered it vividly, the way the sunlight spilled across her desk, warming her arms as she leafed through project files.Then Tania burst in, her eyes wide and wild, her chest heaving as though she had been chased.“Zee, I am in a hot mess, help me please,” she pleaded, her voice breaking like glass.Alarm instantly filled Zara’s veins. She grabb

Whilst Roman wallowed away in his own thoughts and fears, yet did nothing to ensure that Tania was safe, Lucien sat in his study with Tania standing before him.This time, she was not there as an employee, her head bowed respectfully, yes, but her eyes carried a different weight.She had come with an agenda, and Lucien could sense it before she even spoke.“What do you want?” Lucien asked her, his voice calm but edged, a practiced blend of curiosity and authority that could disarm or terrify depending on who heard it.“Nothing much, sir. Just for Roman to take responsibility for this.” She placed her hand on her stomach, fingers splayed almost theatrically as if to draw his eyes to the small curve that might or might not yet exist.Lucien’s jaw tightened. He did not wince in pain but rather at the sound of her voice. She was not the timid office girl she once was.Her voice was steady, controlled, even daring. She spoke like a woman who believed she had found leverage, and to Lucien’s

Sera had gotten home late because of Roman. Had she been satisfied now? Was it enough to let him be?The deed had been done, he had felt a taste of his own medicine, but had that solved everything or anything?Those questions haunted her mind like a constant echo as she got home. One thing was sure though, she had had enough.Whether it was right or wrong, due or not, she wasn’t going to watch him suffer anymore. Revenge, they say, is a two-way street, and she had been hit by it just as hard.She had thought hurting him would bring her peace, but it hadn’t. The emptiness that followed was far worse.“Welcome,” Selene’s voice came softly from the dark. Sera didn’t know she was still awake.“You up?” she asked, surprised.“Up waiting for you,” Selene replied, her tone light but carrying quiet concern. She always knew when Sera’s heart was heavier than she let on.“Have you heard anything useful from the recorder we placed on Levi?” Sera asked quickly, desperate to divert the conversation

Zara’s POV***Damn those kids of mine.I cursed under my breath, trying to catch it before stepping out to join them. What on earth was Selene doing anyway? Sometimes I wondered if I birthed little angels or tiny tyrants. Probably both.I rubbed a hand across my forehead, pulling in a deep breath to steady myselfThe living room smelled faintly of garlic and roasted tomatoes, the kind of scent that made you feel at home even if you had been away for years.“Something smells nice here,” Selene’s voice came from behind me, lazy and soft as she rubbed at her eyes, clearly just rolling out of her nap.“Mama, look!” Leo’s voice cut across hers, eager and bright. He was bouncing on his heels, holding a wooden spoon like a sword, his excitement bubbling over at the thought of being useful in the kitchen.He thrived on approval, on those moments when I looked at him and told him he had done well.Aria, on the other hand, sat perfectly still on the stool, her legs crossed at the ankle, chin s