Semua Bab Hate To Love: The CEO's Regret: Bab 91 - Bab 100

LUNA'S POV The morning sun bled through the curtains in streaks of gold, warming my face and forcing my eyes open. A yawn slipped from my lips as I pushed myself upright. For a moment, the silence of mansion wrapped around me, Prince usually made noise a lot.But my chest still felt heavy—memories of Jimmy’s words towards Elina, Jaden's piercing gaze, his torment, refusing to let me breathe freely.I brushed it off and went to the shower. The thought of Jaden kissing me made my insides melt. Maybe I wouldn't even like it.I dressed quickly, a cream blouse tucked into a pencil skirt, hair twisted neatly, though I didn’t linger at the mirror. No amount of lip gloss could hide the exhaustion painting my face. With a sigh, I grabbed my bag and left for work, heels clicking against the pavement, each step rehearsed like armor.On impulse, I stopped at the coffee shop near the station. The familiar aroma of roasted beans hit me before I even reached the door. Comfort in a cup. I needed tha

Luna’s POVElina’s apartment smelled faintly of chamomile tea, but it did nothing to calm the storm raging in her eyes. Her fingers twisted nervously in the hem of her cardigan as she locked the door behind me.“She’s back, She blackmails me into doing shady deals for her, it's been months now.” she whispered, barely audible. “Its Scarlet."The name hit me like a slap. My chest tightened.“What do you mean back?” My voice rose, sharper than I intended. “Elina—what has she done?”Her lips trembled, and tears brimmed in her lashes. “She’s been calling me, Luna. Threatening me. She said if I told anyone… she’d kill Richard. She’d kill your mother. She said she’d make me watch.”I felt the air leave my lungs. For a second, my vision blurred with red. No one—no one—threatened my family.“Elina, listen to me.” I gripped her shoulders until she looked at me. “She doesn’t get to own you. She doesn’t get to scare you into silence. I don’t care what she promised—I’ll burn her world down before

Luna’s POVThe sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the hospital air, sharp enough to sting my nose. I sat stiffly in the waiting room, my mother’s fingers tangled tightly in mine while my father paced in restless strides. Elina sat across from me, her eyes locked on the floor, her silence louder than any scream.Larry was somewhere behind those white double doors, fighting off the pain from the bullet wound in his shoulder. He wasn’t family, but the thought of losing him made my chest tighten. He’d been with us for years, loyal to the bone, and now he was lying in a hospital bed because Scarlet wanted to send a message.The sound of hurried footsteps drew my attention. Jimmy came rushing in, still in his work clothes, his tie askew. His eyes immediately found Elina. Without hesitation, he pulled her to her feet, wrapping her in a fierce hug.“Elina,” he breathed, his voice cracking, “why didn’t you tell me? Why did I have to hear about this from someone else?”He cupped her face and

Luna’s POVHer arms wrapped around me, soft and almost convincing, but my eyes were drawn to it—the tiny, pulsing red light buried among my clothes.My chest tightened. My pulse hammered in my ears, each beat loud enough that I was sure Elina could hear it if she listened closely.It was subtle, almost innocent. Tucked deep enough in the folds of fabric that no one would notice unless they looked carefully. But I had. And now it was all I could see.Elina pulled back, smiling as if nothing were wrong, but her eyes betrayed her. They flickered nervously, searching my face for a reaction. A false calm that barely held her together. I forced a faint smile, pretending I hadn’t noticed, though inside, panic coiled like a serpent.“Thanks for letting me stay here,” she said, voice light, almost casual.“Of course,” I whispered, my throat tight. “That’s what friends are for.”The words felt heavy in my mouth. Friends weren’t supposed to hide cameras in each other’s rooms. Friends weren’t sup

Jimmy’s POVThe office lights dimmed as I finally stepped out, the last traces of sunlight bleeding across the city skyline. My chest still felt heavy, weighed down by the words I had overheard at the tattoo shop that morning. Elina… deliver the staff… consequences… The thought clung to me like a thorn, each heartbeat driving it deeper. I tried to shake it, but no amount of busy work or mental discipline could erase the image of her in a shadow I didn’t understand.I kept my head down all day, focusing on every spreadsheet, every call, every meaningless task, as though drowning myself in work could make the gnawing fear vanish. The ringing of phones and the hum of printers became white noise against the storm raging in my chest. Yet, despite my attempts, her face haunted me—Elina, delicate and quiet, yet somehow carrying a secret too heavy for her smile to conceal.By evening, my eyes burned from staring at screens, and my shoulders ached from tension. But I couldn’t leave. Not yet. N