Semua Bab Hate To Love: The CEO's Regret: Bab 111 - Bab 120

JADEN'S POVThe roar of my motorcycle cut through the night, wind stinging my face as I tailed Leah’s silver SUV. My fingers tightened around the handlebars, every nerve on edge.She swerved sharply, taking a back street. I leaned into the turn, engine growling, eyes locked on her taillights.Then—gone.“What the—” I slowed, scanning the dark alleys around me. The SUV had vanished like smoke.“No, no, no!” I slammed my fist against the throttle in frustration, the sound of my own voice swallowed by the night. I circled the block twice, but there was nothing—just empty streets and shadows.My gut twisted. She was up to something big, and now I’d lost her.I yanked my phone from my pocket and dialed Luna. It rang once before she picked up.“Jaden?” Her voice was alert, almost breathless.“Where are you?” I barked, my eyes darting through the darkness.“At the house,” she said cautiously. “Why? What’s going on?”Relief slammed into me, but it was short-lived. “Stay there. Lock every damn

LUNA’S POVThe office was quiet that night. Too quiet.I sat at my desk, scrolling through reports, when a mug of coffee appeared beside me.“Courtesy of the break room,” a coworker said with a quick smile before hurrying off.“Thanks,” I muttered, wrapping my hands around it.The moment the steam hit my nose, I froze. It smelled bitter—normal for coffee—but there was something off. Metallic. Strange.I hesitated. Paranoia. You’re just paranoid after last night.Shoving the thought aside, I took a small sip.I felt a sharp, burning taste hit the back of my throat and my stomach flipped violently. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and I felt like I may pass out any second. I spit it out into the trash, coughing. “What the hell…”My vision blurred slowly and I felt like the room tilted. Then a cold sweat broke out on my forehead.“No… no, no, no.” My hand shook as I pushed the mug away. "Security!" I called ..."Somebody help me!" The realization hit me hard. Someone had poisoned m

Jimmy’s POVI couldn’t stop my hands from trembling as I adjusted the cuff of my shirt. My heart was a drum in my chest, loud enough that I was sure Lucy could hear it even from the other side of the door. I had rehearsed this moment a thousand times in my head, each version perfect, but reality never followed the script.Her laughter echoed from the living room, light and carefree, and it hit me like a punch. I’d spent so long chasing the idea of us being together, but now that the moment had come, the fear of ruining everything clawed at me.I took a deep breath and glanced at the small box in my pocket, the one I’d been carrying for days. It felt heavier than it was, burdened with hope, fear, and every emotion I couldn’t put into words.“Jimmy?” Her voice, soft and curious, made me straighten. She stood in the doorway, a little smile playing on her lips, hair falling loosely over her shoulders. I swear the world went silent for a second.“Lucy,” I said, my voice catching slightly.

Leah's POVThe city stretched beneath me like a glittering jewel, the lights of skyscrapers reflecting off the tall windows of my penthouse. I swirled the deep red wine in my glass, savoring the taste of victory as much as the drink itself.Across from me, Liam reclined casually on the velvet couch, his arm draped along the backrest. His expensive suit jacket was tossed carelessly over a nearby chair, his tie loosened as if shedding the day’s pretense. He looked powerful, dangerous—exactly the kind of man I needed by my side.We clinked glasses, the sound sharp and satisfying.“To us,” he said, a sly grin tugging at his lips. “And to the first move in taking her down.”A rush of heat filled me. I leaned closer, brushing my lips against his before pulling back with a satisfied smirk. “To us,” I echoed. “And to Luna finally learning her place.”The memory of Luna lying unconscious—helpless and broken—brought a thrill of triumph coursing through me. For months, she had stood in my way, t

Leah’s POVThe adrenaline from last night’s press conference still thrummed through my veins as I sat in the back of the black SUV, sipping a freshly poured mimosa. The city outside buzzed with chaos—exactly as I’d planned. Every newsstand was plastered with Luna’s name in bold, scandalous headlines. Her face, once admired and adored, now looked like the face of a criminal.The morning shows were even better.“Charity Angel or Master Manipulator?” one headline screamed as a panel of so-called experts dissected Luna’s life on live television. Clips of me speaking at the podium replayed on every channel, my carefully orchestrated performance casting me as the grieving, betrayed friend.I reclined against the plush leather seat, scrolling through the endless stream of coverage on my phone. The hashtags were trending worldwide. #FraudQueenLuna. #JusticeForTheChildren. Even Elijah’s name was starting to surface in the speculation threads.Liam, sitting beside me, chuckled darkly. “You’ve c