Todos os capítulos de Hate To Love: The CEO's Regret: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

UsLAURA’S POVI sat on the stone bench at the far end of the garden, the folder lying open beside me like a crime scene. The pages fluttered in the wind, dancing with the ghosts of everything I had once believed.I didn’t cry anymore.I had shed my last tear for Elijah Reed the moment he looked me in the eye and didn’t deny it.Now… I was hollow.Hollow, but determined.I pressed my fingers to my lips, remembering the way he used to kiss me like I was the only thing that kept him breathing. Had it all been a lie? A calculated act to keep his puppet from cutting the strings?The scent of blooming roses filled the night air, mocking me. Even nature had the audacity to bloom when I was breaking.I stood and brushed the hem of my dress, then picked up the folder with careful fingers and made my way back to the mansion. My body moved like it belonged to someone else, someone who wasn’t crumbling with every step.The moment I stepped inside, I froze.Melina stood in the hallway, eyes locke

LAURA’S POVI watched him through the open bathroom door, the sound of the shower cascading like distant rain. Steam curled around the frame, hiding his silhouette—broad shoulders, taut back, that same scar tracing his spine. A mark from some war I never asked about, a story I had never been allowed close enough to hear.And now, I never would.The contract lay heavy in my hands, too familiar now. Seven pages of clean clauses and cold stipulations. Seven pages that had dictated the way he looked at me, touched me, spoke to me. A paper prison dressed as a promise.I used to trace his face in the dark, searching for something real beneath his indifference.Now, I traced my thumb along the sharp edge of that contract, wondering if it had ever meant anything at all.“Elijah…” My voice cracked—quiet, tentative, almost childlike.No answer.Just the hiss of water, the same as it was every morning. Like routine could erase what we had become.But this morning wasn’t like the others. It was t

The bond ELIJAH’S POVThe car engine idled beneath me, its hum barely audible over the pounding in my chest.I had been parked outside the school gates for over an hour.No phone calls.No meetings.No excuses.Just me. Waiting. Watching.This was the first time in months I wasn’t working late, flying to another city, or locked in another boardroom trying to hold my world together with ambition and spreadsheets.And it was the first time I had to face the quiet reality:My kids might not even want to see me anymore.The grand gates of the prestigious boarding school slowly creaked open, and the children began pouring out in neat, structured lines.Polished shoes, polished futures.Just like I thought they needed.But now… I wasn’t sure.Then I saw them.Jimmy walked out first, hands in his pockets, his face set in the same brooding focus I’d seen in the mirror too many times.Luna followed, bright and graceful, curls bouncing as she giggled at something a friend said. Her laugh cut t

WOKE Laura’s POV Pain. It didn’t arrive all at once—it slithered in, uncoiling slowly from the edges of my body like smoke curling through the cracks of a door. The dull throb in my side. The burn in my throat. The weight in my limbs. Then came the noise. Soft. Rhythmic. A mechanical beep… slow, steady. A monitor on my right. I found myself in a hospital. A deep breath shuddered through me—too sharp, too sudden—and the pain spiked hard enough to steal it away again. I winced, eyes fluttering open. White. Everything was white. Blinding, sterile, terrifyingly still. It took a moment for the blur to settle into sharpness. For the lines to stop swaying. For the sense of now to return. And then I saw him. Elijah. He sat beside me—unkempt, eyes ringed with exhaustion, lips parted like he had something to say but no idea how to begin. I blinked again, and his name barely made it past my dry, cracked lips. “E…lijah?” His head snapped up like he'd just been yank

LAURA'S MOM'S POVThe walls of Correctional Facility were cold, grey, and pitifully silent—nothing like the storm thundering in my chest.I walked slowly past the glass security doors, the tightness in my chest coiling with every step. My boots clicked sharply against the concrete floor, echoing like gunfire. Each sound reminded me of the time I lost. Of the years stolen.They’d said I wasn’t strong enough yet.They told me I should rest. Heal.But they didn’t know the kind of fire that had kept me alive all those years in that hellish man-cave. They didn’t know what it took to survive when your bones froze and your screams died before reaching the trees.They didn’t know what betrayal did to a woman like me.“Visitor cleared,” a guard muttered behind me.I lifted my head.There she was.Elane.Sitting behind the glass wall in her orange prison uniform like some defeated wretch—but I saw her. Not the clothes. Not the mask of false sorrow or the lines of age that curved around her lip