Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hate To Love: The CEO's Regret: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

LUNA'S POVThe cold night air smacked me in the face the second we stepped out of the party house. My laughter died in my throat when I saw him.He turned and walked back to the car.“I'm so disappointed in you guys,” He was leaning against the car, arms crossed, jaw tight, and eyes burning like coals. He didn’t even have to say anything—I already knew we were in deep trouble. My stomach flipped, and all the adrenaline that had kept me buzzing inside the house instantly drained out of me.“Get in the car,” Richard said, voice low and dangerous.I froze for a second, my brain spiraling. What if he told my father? I’d never hear the end of it. Jimmy and Elina slid past me quickly, choosing the smart option—silence. I followed, keeping my eyes on the ground, sliding into the back seat with my heart pounding so hard it hurt.The ride home was suffocating. None of us spoke. Even the hum of the tires on the road felt loud. I kept stealing glances at Richard’s reflection in the mirror, wait

Luna’s POVI watched Jimmy drive into a different direction with Elina, she seemed happy with him. It feels like yesterday when they were just awkward around each other.The city lights and cold breeze welcomed me.The gala shimmered with blinding lights and polished smiles. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above our heads, spilling their glow across marble floors that seemed too glossy to step on. Every corner echoed with laughter, champagne flutes clinking, and the kind of conversations that only powerful people knew how to have. Everyone here was dressed to kill, women in dazzling gowns that glittered like falling stars, and men in sharp tuxedos, their presence as commanding as the deals they struck in hushed tones.I felt… out of place.My mother walked beside me with her head held high, her emerald silk dress flowing behind her like a river of wealth. She was immediately greeted by a group of her business associates, men and women who smiled a little too wide, their voices coated in

Luna’s POVI left the bathroom hallway and slipped back into the hall where the main event was.The gala hall glittered like a frozen galaxy. Crystal chandeliers hung overhead, scattering light across polished marble floors, reflecting in every satin gown and polished shoe. The murmur of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the distant hum of music blended into a low, sophisticated roar. My fingers twisted nervously around the strap of my clutch. I hated the spotlight—but tonight, my mother had thrust me into it.Her name echoed through the microphone: “Will the guests please turn their attention to the stage?”My mother stepped forward with a graceful ease that only came from years of public life. Her voice rang clear, commanding the room’s attention as she spoke of dreams, dedication, and the legacy of her work. Applause erupted when she finished, warm and admiring, and I felt a flicker of pride prick at my chest.Then her voice softened. “My daughter, Luna, will join me on st

Luna’s POVThe office was nearly silent by the time I logged out of my computer. Most of the workers had already left, their laughter and chatter long gone from the hallways. Only the faint hum of the fluorescent lights and the occasional shuffle of the night guards reminded me I wasn’t completely alone.I looked at my phone, and no text from my dad came through. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.I stacked the last of the files neatly, rubbing my stiff neck. Working as a secretary wasn’t glamorous, but it kept me out of the house and away from the suffocating expectations waiting for me there. Tonight, though, I was exhausted. All I wanted was to get home, crawl into bed, and shut the world out.The underground parking lot was colder than usual, the echo of my heels clicking against the concrete ringing louder than normal. My hair bounced behind me like a spring. I reached my car, dumped my bag in the passenger seat, and slipped behind the wheel.The key turned. The engi

Jaden’s POVSleep was a restless stranger tonight.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. Luna.The way she looked at me in the car, those big eyes filled with both fear and something she refused to name. The warmth of her presence lingered on my skin like a shadow. I could still feel that sharp ache in my chest when I almost reached for her, my hand burning with the stupid desire to pull her close… to taste her lips.But she had pulled away.Just like that.She shut me out as if she’d caught herself in a dangerous game she wasn’t willing to play.I turned in bed, exhaling harshly, trying to push the thought away. What the hell was wrong with me? Since when did I care if a girl rejected me?My phone buzzed. I didn’t need to look to know who it was.Leah.My fiancée—at least that’s what my father liked to call her. The sound of her name alone made my jaw tighten.**“I’m coming over tonight, baby,” her voice rang in my head from earlier.And sure enough, a few minutes later, I heard th