Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire’s Regret After His Daughter Died: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

Elara's POVMy heart was hammering so hard against my ribs I thought it might actually burst from my chest.I couldn't control the way my entire body was responding to him.The way my pulse quickened when he looked at me, the way my skin tingled everywhere he touched, the way my breath caught when he spoke in that low, intimate tone.Around us, the applause continued, mixed with playful calls from our audience."Kiss her again!" someone shouted with obvious delight."Longer this time!" added another voice. "We want a real show!""That wasn't nearly enough!" a woman laughed.The realization of what we'd just done hit me with delayed embarrassment.Damien Blackwood, the always-controlled CEO who never showed emotion in public, had just kissed me passionately in front of a room full of strangers.Heat flooded my cheeks as I became acutely aware of all the eyes still focused on us."So many people are watching," I whispered, lightly hitting his chest in mock protest while trying to hide my

Elara's POVStanding in the hotel suite's doorway was the last person I'd expected to see tonight.Isabella.My heart plummeted into my stomach as I took in the sight of her.She was holding what appeared to be an elegantly decorated cake box, her face bright with that perfectly practiced smile I'd come to despise.Despite the late hour, she looked immaculate - her hair perfectly styled, her makeup flawless, her dress expensive and carefully chosen.The rage that shot through me was so intense it made my vision blur around the edges.Not now. Not tonight, when everything had finally been perfect between Damien and me.My immediate instinct was panic.Would he let her in?Would he make excuses for her again, find reasons to accommodate her manipulative games?After everything that had happened tonight, after all his romantic gestures and promises, would he still choose to enable her behavior?The fear that he might revert to his old patterns, that he might prioritize her feelings over m

Elara's POV"You'll have to," Damien said, his voice carrying the kind of cold finality. "I'm done with your lack of boundaries. It’s pathetic."His words were like ice."This behavior of yours - showing up uninvited, refusing to accept clear rejection, inserting yourself into situations where you're not wanted - it's undignified, Isabella. And I'm done enabling it."But instead of accepting his judgment, Isabella's expression suddenly shifted. Her tears dried up, replaced by a look of desperate calculation."Wait!" she said, her voice becoming sharp and urgent. "You're right, I'm so sorry. I really do understand now. I know I made mistakes."She scrambled to her feet, her entire demeanor changing from submissive to almost aggressive."But think about this practically, Damien. What about your company? Your projects? Your business relationships?"Her voice was gaining strength now, fueled by what she clearly believed was her ace in the hole."I have connections that took years to build.

Elara's POVLooking at him standing there in the doorway, I felt my breath catch in my throat for reasons that had nothing to do with anger.But now, with his eyes locked on mine, I felt like I could see every detail.His tennis whites clung to his athletic frame in ways that emphasized every line of muscle beneath the fabric. The fitted polo shirt stretched across his broad chest and shoulders, while his shorts revealed the powerful definition of his legs that spoke of years of serious athletic training.His skin still glistened faintly with perspiration from whatever physical activity he'd been engaged in, and there was something undeniably masculine about the way he carried himself after exertion.He was confident, vital, completely in command of his physical power.But it was the look in his eyes that truly undid me. Despite everything that had just happened, despite whatever confrontation he'd had with Isabella outside, when he looked at me there was a raw, undivided attention tha

Elara's POVDamien held me tight against his chest, his protective embrace a stark contrast to the icy fury in his voice. He stared at Isabella, who was frozen in place, her face a mask of disbelief and rage. Seeing the venom in her eyes, Damien’s patience finally snapped."It seems my words aren't enough for you," he said, his voice laced with self-disgust. He pulled out his phone with one hand while the other held me securely against him. He dialed a number."James," he said, his tone clipped and all business. "Book two first-class tickets to Perth for tomorrow morning. For Isabella and Tanya. Arrange everything for our estate there. The furthest one we own. Make sure they're on that flight."He hung up without waiting for a reply and finally looked at Isabella, his expression completely devoid of pity. "I have said everything there is to say. If you have any desire for me to remember even a shred of our past with anything other than disgust, you will get on that plane and you will