All Chapters of The Billionaire's Regret: The Ex wife's Revenge.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The walls of the Black estate pressed in on me like a vice. Too many whispers in the hallways, too many eyes watching me like I was a man losing his sanity. Maybe I was.The day began like most days, Elora demanding more, wanting her ring, her place beside me as my wife, her access to everything that came with my name. She’d sat on the red armchair in my office, her legs crossed, her lips parted red like she would kill me if I said no again.“You can’t keep delaying this,” she said, her voice soft. “The board is expecting our union. Russ is getting tired of waiting. Your father is expecting it. And frankly, Rowan, so am I.”I slammed the glass of whiskey on my desk, harder than I meant to. The whiskey spilling out, staining the papers on the table.“Don’t tell me what I can or cannot do.” My voice was low. The kind that made men scared.But Elora was not like the others. She leaned forward instead, her smile wide. “I only remind you because hesitation makes you look weak." She p

The mansion always feels colder at night, but tonight was calculated, the way I like it. Power thrives in silence, and silence is what I cultivate. It sharpens the mind, pares away distraction, lets me see the pieces of the board clearly.Rowan is losing it.I don’t even need my men to tell me, anyone could tell from how much whiskey he’s been drowning himself in. He used to be sharp, capable, hungry for everything I handed him. But lately? He’s softening, and not in the way of compassion. **No, he’s unraveling.**And Elora…Elora is proving more trouble than she’s worth. She plays her games, putting herself like bait, she wants that ring on her finger, and she'd do whatever it takes.She thinks marriage will unite Rowan to her forever, unite me to her, but what she doesn’t understand is simple.I don’t bind. I destroy.Still, I let her believe she has power.Women like her are useful for a time. Ambition makes them predictable. Desperation makes them easy.But Alessian, ah, Ales

I used to think I was always in control.It was the one thing that separated me from every fool who ever underestimated me. Even as a boy, I could keep a straight face while others panicked, while others cried. Control was power, and I had mastered it.But lately… it didn't feel like that anymore.Alessia’s face haunted me. Her defiance, the way she spat my name like it was poison, the way she ripped Ruby from me as though I were nothing but a shadow in their lives. I thought distance would finally destroy my obsession over her. Instead, with each passing day, everything I do, see, touch or even feel reminds me of her.And then there was Elora.“Rowan,” she shouted earlier that morning, cornering me in my own office, her nails tapping the desk. "You can’t keep stalling forever. My mother is growing impatient. Either we move forward with the engagement or I tell Richard what I know.”One would think she just enjoyed it.Of course she did, she loved watching me suffer, she loved th

I’ve always hated waiting.It’s a weakness.To me, patience is just another word for wasted time, for opportunities slipping away while you pretend you know what you're doing.That’s why, while Rowan stays there and drinks himself into despair, I move pieces forward.Quietly. Strategically. Because unlike him, unlike so many of the men in this family, I know what I want and I won’t just sit and hope it falls into my lap.I want the Black empire. All of it.Marriage to Rowan was never about love, never about lust, it was about benefits.About putting myself into the Black's lineage, so that when the time came, I wouldn’t just be the woman at Rowan’s side. I’d be the one with the power.But Rowan… Rowan is unraveling.I see it in his eyes, in the way his hands shake when he thinks no one is watching. He is no longer he once pretended to be. He is miserable now, he acts strange and now he's desperate. And I will not allow that to happen.That is why I sent the message, discreetly

They always said rumors are like secrets you can't keep, but I’ve learned the hard way that rumors destroy just as much as the truth does.It was little at first, servants whispering too quickly when I entered a room, conversations stopping at family gatherings immediately I entered the room.I tried to ignore it at first. My grandmother assured me it was just old wounds still healing, that time would ease the tension between my presence and the rest of the family. But time wasn’t the problem. Time was not the one destroying me, someone else was, and I could already sense Richard’s hand in it.By the third day, the whispers grew even more.I overheard something a great aunt said, she said that I was “reckless to think I could challenge the Blacks and not bring ruin here.” One of my uncles pulled aside another, whispering that my return would only invite disaster.And then, finally, one of them said it plainly to my face.“You should have stayed away, Alessia. You should have ru