All Chapters of Her Return: His Regret : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Destiny POVWhen I met Ronan, I was volunteering at a public hospital. I was the daughter of one of the most powerful families in the entire country, but my whole life was kept secret to give me some privacy—after all, I could easily become a target for my father’s enemies.Despite his immense wealth, my father had strict values that had to be followed. So, because I was going through a rebellious phase, he sent me to do community service to remind me of what really mattered in life.At first, I hated it. But after a while, I realized it was kind of nice to care for the sick, especially the kids with cancer.Then I met him—about my age, handsome, but weakened by his illness. His hair was shaved, his body thin, and his eyes tired, yet he was still breathtakingly attractive.“It’s acute leukemia,” he said suddenly, catching me staring at him out of the corner of my eye. “You can talk to me, you know. I don’t bite—just dying, that’s all.”He had this way of facing his situation with humo

Destiny POVI woke to sunlight streaming through a crack in the window. The sheets were so soft and the bed so comfortable and fragrant that I wanted to sleep more, but a wave of unease hit me. I didn’t recognize this place.I found myself in a large room with industrial decor: gray and earthy tones, jazz-rock posters on the walls, a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, a large window tilted open, and a brick wall lined with shelves packed with vinyl records. You could tell the owner had a thing for music—and cigarettes, too, judging by the faint smoky scent mixed with a comforting, woody cologne.I got up, confused, trying to piece together what was happening. I remembered getting hit by a car and passing out last night. I thought I’d wake up in a hospital or something, not in a place I’d never seen before.The door opened, and a man walked in carrying a tray that looked like breakfast. “Oh, you’re awake,” he said cheerfully, as if having a strange woman wake up in his bed was the m

Ronan Foley POVTwo Years Later“You know the new CEO of M&A is being introduced today?” Jules said as we rode the elevator up to the firm’s offices, starting another day of work.I held an espresso in one hand, my briefcase in the other. The morning felt calm, and I hoped it would stay that way. But at Jules’s words—my best friend’s voice cutting through the quiet—my brow furrowed, irritation creeping in. “Something I still can’t wrap my head around,” I muttered, displeased.Mr. Conner, the old CEO, had been ousted after a shareholder meeting without so much as a plausible reason, completely shaking up the firm’s dynamics with this new CEO.“Word is, it’s Lowell Morgan’s own daughter, the god of this whole operation,” Jules said with a chuckle. “They say she’s a spoiled, self-centered brat who got tired of her lavish jet-setting lifestyle and decided to meddle in the family business. Bet she’s gonna be a handful.”I sighed, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. The last thing I needed

Destiny POVThis day was turning out to be far more interesting than I’d expected. Like some obsessed lunatic, Ronan Foley had lain in wait in the elevator, biding his time until I showed up, just so he could trap me in there with him. It showed just how much my sudden reappearance had shaken him, pushing him to the point of risking everything.And there he was, his arms caging me against the elevator wall, his hands pressing into the metal on either side of my head, his face inches from mine, his brows furrowed in a sharp V, his blue eyes blazing with fury. “Talk, damn it! What are you doing here? Why did you disappear like that? Where have you been to just show up out of nowhere? Why didn’t you come find me?” he demanded.I couldn’t stop the corners of my mouth from curling into a smile—a smile of pure, wicked delight. Every word spilling from his lips was so satisfying, seeing him like this, completely unhinged, his composure shattered, lost and confused, grasping at straws to un

Destiny POV“Why aren’t you answering, Grandpa?” the child asked again, noticing the awkward silence at the dinner table.“Well, it’s just… Ronan Foley, he…” my dad stammered, unprepared to face the situation. After all, we never had to worry about Kevin before because he was just a baby, but now he was starting to ask questions.“Ronan Foley is just a friend of Grandpa’s, champ,” I said, saving my dad. “Grown-up stuff you don’t need to worry about, okay? Now go back to eating your mashed potatoes.” I smiled at the boy, ruffling his dark, curly hair.The boy smiled back at me, his big blue eyes reminding me so much of someone I wanted to forget. “Okay, Mommy!” He turned his attention back to his plate, with his usual innocence. Everyone at the table let out a collective sigh of relief.“That was… intense,” Cameron commented, making me laugh, a laugh that William and my father joined, breaking the awkward moment.…Moments later, I was already dressed in my long, burgundy silk nightgow