All Chapters of The Billionaire's Regret: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

A few minutes after Azzurra left the marina, the sun decided it deserved a promotion.It was only ten in the morning, but the heat already felt like noon in a place where rich people considered sweating a personal failure. Light bounced off the water, off the yacht’s glass, off the stainless railings, off every expensive surface that had absolutely no empathy for human skin.I took off my sunglasses for half a second, then immediately put them back on.Mistake.The sea was too bright.So was the past.A female crew member approached with a smile so polite I was sure she had been trained at some special school for people capable of saying, “Of course, madame,” while a yacht was on fire.“Madame Belsky,” she said. “Signor Romano asked that the upper suite be prepared for you and Signora Salma. It’s cooler there. There’s shade, a bathroom, and a place for a little one to rest if needed.”I turned toward Sebastian.He was standing a few yards away, near the stairs leading to the front dec

I came down from the upper suite with oversized sunglasses on my face and a cold attitude arranged around me as neatly as an electric fence.Not because I was actually calm.Of course not.A woman who was truly calm would not need to grip the yacht’s stair railing as if it were the only thing stopping her from turning around, going back to the suite, and drowning herself in an expensive sofa while pretending her entire life was not an Italian opera with an unreasonable budget.But from the outside, I looked expensive enough not to be bothered.That was enough.The main deck of Azzurra had turned into an overconfident summer painting. The blue sea opened ahead of us, sunlight falling across the water until everything glittered as if someone had scattered diamonds without adult supervision. On the low table near the lounge, small plates had already been arranged: blueberry cake, sliced fruit, mini sandwiches, the boat-shaped cookies that had nearly caused a constitutional crisis earlier

I managed to get out of that room and tried to return to the route toward the family room. Thankfully, I succeeded.My eyes dropped to the end of the table. There, on a side chair near the door, Poppy’s jacket was folded neatly. Pale pink. Tiny hood. A strawberry patch on the chest, lying there in a room full of digital maps, car tracking, and the blurred face of a man who might know far too much about my house.I picked it up.The fabric was soft in my hand.I left.I passed the galley again. The smell of butter and lemon slipped through the crack in the door, warm and normal. One of the chefs glanced over and smiled politely. I gave him the small smile I had worn at galas, in client meetings, in the Belsky family room while old people discussed scandals like weather.A smile that meant: nothing is on fire, continue with your life.The moment I stepped back onto the main deck, the light slapped my face.Sun.Sea.Poppy’s voice.The world was too bright again.Poppy was still sitting

I did not remember when my eyes closed.The next thing I knew, I woke in half-blue darkness.The balcony curtains were slightly open, moonlight spilling silver across the suite floor. The yacht’s engine pulsed quietly, the sea moving outside like a large animal that never slept. Poppy was still pressed against my side, one little leg kicked out from under the blanket, her hair messy on the pillow, Bunny trapped beneath her chin.I looked at the clock on the bedside table.12:47.Past midnight.My mouth was dry.I slowly shifted my body, holding my breath when Poppy moved a little. She mumbled, “No, Bunny, sea taxes tomorrow,” then went still again.I laughed without making a sound.I slipped out of bed, picked up the thin robe provided on the chair, and walked quietly into the outer room.The sofa was empty.The pillow was still there, but Sebastian was gone.Light came from the balcony.I stopped at the glass doorway.Sebastian sat outside at the small table near the railing, his lap

By breakfast, the sun had climbed high enough to strip the softness from everything.The peach sky had turned a clean blue. The Monaco sea stretched around Azzurra, calm and glossy, thin lines of light moving across its surface. The air was still cool, but the sun had begun touching skin with clear intent.I had showered, brushed my hair, and traded the robe for a pale blue dress that fell loosely to my ankles. There was no particular reason for the color. White felt too dangerous after this morning, and black at seven o’clock made it look as if I were on my way to someone’s funeral.Though if anyone mentioned Adrian before my second cup of coffee, that could still become an actual event.Breakfast had been set up on the side terrace of the upper suite.Of course, it was not just a table.The long wooden table faced the sea beneath a white shade that shifted gently in the wind. The crew had arranged porcelain plates, clear glasses, a silver coffee pot, orange juice, warm bread, cut fr