All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE’s REGRET : I MARRIED EX- HUSBAND ENEMY: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

60 Chapters

Chapter 51- Why

-LIANA-The moment Cassian’s car tore down the street, the house finally exhaled.It wasn’t quiet exactly — the house never really was — but the pressure eased, the air loosening around the walls like a rubber band snapping back to its original shape after being stretched too long.Elias already rushed upstairs to his room, humming to himself as he built something with plastic blocks. I could hear the soft clacks drifting down the staircase, innocent and oblivious to everything adults were setting on fire downstairs.The TV in the living room was still paused on the hospital report, the image frozen mid-frame: Scarlett leaning against Cassian’s chest, face pale and trembling, a smear of blood down her leg. It was enough to make a knot tighten in my stomach, even if I didn’t want it to.And Tristan…Tristan was pacing like a caged wolf.Forward, turn, backward, turn. His hair was a mess from running his hand through it, and the lines in his jaw looked like they’d been carved there with

Chapter 52- Uneasy

-LIANA-Elias splashed water everywhere.Little fists. Little feet. Little waves that soaked the bathroom tiles and the hem of my jeans.“Mommy mommy, look!” he announced proudly, lifting a bubble-covered rubber duck like it was a trophy.I managed a smile. “Wow, That’s the cleanest duck I’ve ever seen.”He giggled — that soft, airy laugh that always loosened something tight in my chest — and dunked the toy again, sending another tidal wave over the tub’s edge.But even as I wrapped him in his towel and lifted him out, my muscles stayed tense…stiffMy mind stayed elsewhere.On Cassian.On the shouting.On Scarlett’s headline.On the way Tristan’s expression shifted into something dangerous the moment he saw the news.Elias didn’t understand any of it yet and that was the only thing that put me at ease..thank God.But I did.And now every bone in my body felt braced for the next attack….but deep down I hope there isn’t “Mommy?” Elias whispered as I dabbed his hair dry with a towel. “I

Chapter 53- Return what was stolen

-LIANA-2:14 a.m.I was half-asleep on the couch, an unfinished cup of tea cooling on the table, when I heard it.A soft click.Metal shifting.Too careful to be an accident.The hairs on my arms rose as another sound followed — a faint scrape against the balcony door.Tristan emerged from the hallway instantly, as if he felt it too.His eyes met mine.Frozen.Alert.A silent get Elias passed between us.I moved without speaking, without breathing, without even thinking.But before I reached the bedroom—Glass cracked.Not shattered.Not loud.Just enough to let the cold night air slip in.Tristan placed an arm in front of me, stepping forward like a shadow turning solid.“Stay behind me,” he murmured.I swallowed hard, adrenaline pulsing hot in my veins.We waited.Listened.The silence was too heavy.Too intentional.Then—A faint rustle.Something dropped onto the floor near the balcony.A note.Folded.White.Clean.Tristan reached it first.He opened it.And his entire body went

Chapter 54- The Morenos

-TRISTAN HALENTI-Liana stood there, clutching the note like it might dissolve if she blinked.Her voice was thin, barely holding together.“Elias? Me? What do we have to do with them? Tristan… answer me.”I wished I could lie.I wished I could tell her it was nothing.But lies don’t protect people.Lies are what drag them into the fire.I took the note back from her, folding it between my fingers, forcing my breath to steady even as my pulse hammered against my ribs.“We aren’t safe,” she whispered. “Not if someone came here. Not if they know where we live. Not if they broke glass and left a note like this. Tristan—why? Why us?”I looked toward Elias’s door again.My throat tightened.This was my fault.My past.My enemies.My consequences.But Liana and Elias?They were collateral I never intended to have.And now they were targets.I forced myself to speak. “You asked who they are. The Marenos. I’ll tell you.”She crossed her arms, but it was the kind of defensive stance you take w

Chapter 55- Not moving

-LIANA-Silence settled between us after my words.Heavy. Charged. Alive.Then we win both.I hadn’t even realized I said it aloud until I saw the way Tristan looked at me.Not amused.Not dismissive.Measured.Like he was recalculating everything he thought he knew about me.He finally exhaled, slow and controlled, then stood and began pacing the living room—phone already in his hand, mind already ten steps ahead.“We’re definitely not staying here,” he said flatly.I blinked. “Uh what? Excuse me?”“This house is compromised,” he continued, already tapping out a message. “They got onto the balcony. They knew our schedule well enough to avoid cameras and alarms. That means we move. Tonight, if possible.”“Tristan, No,” I said.He stopped pacing.Slowly turned.“What did you say?”“I said no,” I repeated, standing up. My heart was pounding, but my voice didn’t waver. “We’re not going anywhere.”“Liana,” he said carefully, like he was talking to a live wire, “this isn’t a debate. This i

Chapter 56- Fight

-TRISTAN HALENTI-I didn’t sleep.Not really.Sleep implies surrender, and I couldn’t afford that—not tonight.I lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling, listening to the apartment breathe around me. The soft hum of the security system cycling through its perimeter checks. The distant, muffled roar of the city far below, a living thing that never truly rested. And beneath it all, steady and grounding, the faint, even rhythm of Elias’s breathing coming through the monitor on my nightstand.In. Out. In. Out.That sound mattered more than anything else in the world.Liana was wrong about one thing.I wasn’t fearless.I was terrified.Not of dying.Death was simple. Clean. Final.Failure wasn’t.Failure meant consequences that lived on. Consequences that reached small hands and innocent eyes. Consequences that couldn’t be undone with money, power, or blood.The Marenos didn’t scare me because they were powerful.Power was manageable.Predictability was not.They scared me because they wer

Chapter 57- Merge

-TRISTAN HALENTI-Morning came whether I was ready for it or not.The city didn’t care about threats made in the dark or wars settled before dawn. Glass towers still caught the sunrise like nothing had happened. Traffic still roared. Markets still opened.And Cassian Hale still woke up every day believing the world belonged to him.I showered, dressed, and left the penthouse without waking Liana or Elias. That was intentional. Home was peace. Work was war. I didn’t mix the two.By 8:12 a.m., Halenti Holdings was alive.The building rose from the street like a blade—steel, glass, unapologetic. Twenty-eight floors of calculated dominance. My name etched discreetly into the stone outside, not loud, not boastful.Power didn’t need to shout.I stepped out of the elevator on the executive floor to my assistant already moving at my side.“Your nine a.m. board briefing is ready,” she said. “And… Mr. Hale arrived ten minutes ago.”I stopped walking.Slowly turned my head.“Hale?” I repeated.“

Chapter 58- Threat

— CASSIAN HALE — The doors to Orion closed behind me with a soft hiss. Too soft. Too final. The sound followed me down the corridor like an accusation, echoing in the polished marble halls of a building that had once bowed to my presence. I didn’t slow my stride, didn’t acknowledge the stares or the way conversations died as I passed. Control meant never letting them see the fracture. I kept walking until the elevator doors slid open and swallowed me whole. Only then—alone in the mirrored box of steel and silence—did my composure crack. Just slightly. My jaw throbbed. A deep, pulsing ache that radiated up toward my temples. I hadn’t even realized how hard I’d been clenching it until the pain bloomed, sharp and insistent, like my body rebelling against the restraint I’d forced on it for the last hour. Legal father. The words burned like acid. I stared at my reflection in the elevator wall. Immaculate suit. Crisp lines. Perfectly styled hair. The image of control.

Chapter 59-Proof

— SCARLETT REED —The moment Liana’s message appeared on my screen, something inside me snapped.Not cracked.Snapped.I stared at the words until they blurred, my pulse roaring in my ears so loudly it drowned out the steady beep of the monitor beside my hospital bed.Especially when the timeline matters.My fingers trembled as I locked my phone, then unlocked it again, like the message might disappear if I blinked hard enough.It didn’t.It sat there—quiet, smug, surgical.Just like her.My chest tightened. Not pain—panic. Hot and acidic, crawling up my throat. I pressed my palm flat against my stomach instinctively, as if shielding it from her words.She knew.No—She suspected.And suspicion was dangerous.Because suspicion invited questions.Questions invited scrutiny.And scrutiny was where lies went to die.I sucked in a sharp breath, forcing my face into something calm as a nurse passed by the open door. The moment her footsteps faded, I reached for my phone again and typed bac

Chapter 60- I must have a baby in my arms

— SCARLETT REED —The lie stayed in the air between us long after I said it.Smooth. Polished. Perfectly delivered.And completely exhausting.Cassian didn’t react right away. He rarely did. He simply stood there, studying my face with that cool, evaluative gaze—as if I were a report he hadn’t yet decided whether to approve or discard. His silence pressed down on me harder than any accusation could have.I forced myself not to fidget. Not to overact. Not to reach for my stomach in the way I’d practiced in the mirror.Finally, he straightened, already compartmentalizing, already filing this conversation away under temporary instability.“I’ll have my people tighten security,” he said calmly. Efficient. Detached. “No more unnecessary stress. No more contact with Liana.”As if it were that simple.As if Liana were a nuisance instead of a threat.He leaned down and pressed a brief kiss to my forehead—impersonal, careful, more habit than affection. A gesture meant to reassure without promi

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