All Chapters of His Regret Began When She Let Go: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The city shimmered beneath the evening sky, lights flickering around the environment and casting soft glows into the bedroom.Inside Elara's bedroom, the air was tense with anticipation as Elara stood behind Rachel, her arms crossed, with a satisfied smirk on her lips as she admired the gown laid carefully across the bed.“Tell me you’re not backing out,” Elara said. “Because if you do, I will personally drag you to that gallery myself.”Rachel exhaled slowly, her fingers pressed against her temple. “I’m not backing out. I’m just… thinking on how I would wear this cloth for the party.”“That’s your problem,” Elara replied lightly. “You think too much. You owe nobody, so you deserve to wear the gown.”She stepped forward and lifted the gown. It was breathtaking, short and elegant. The fabric was a deep champagne gold, soft and fluid, clinging just enough. The back, however, was an entirely different story—open, daring, with thin straps crisscrossing her spine before melting into the w

Dominic was pulled away almost immediately. Businessmen closed in around him—men with sharp suits, sharp smiles, and questions layered with interest. People offered handshakes, cards exchanged and praises offered. Dominic responded smoothly, his attention split between the conversation and the woman standing a few steps away…Rachel. She was still catching her breath. The kiss still lingered on her lips, her pulse refusing to slow. She lifted a hand unconsciously, brushing her fingers against her mouth as though to confirm it had really happened. It had. And everyone had seen everything. She felt eyes on her—curious, nonchalant, impressed and envious. Some admired her courage. Others were already measuring what she was worth. Bryce finally moved from where he stood. His steps were slow at first, hesitant, as if the floor beneath him might give way. He adjusted his suit jacket, jaw clenched so tight that it ached. Every instinct screamed at him to turn back… but he didn’t. Rac

The room was cold. Rachel stirred slowly, pain blooming behind her eyes as consciousness returned. Her wrists were restrained, not painfully tight, but firm enough to remind her she was no longer in control of her body. The smell of damp concrete and metal filled her lungs.“Awake already?” The voice sent a chill straight through her spine. Smithfield stepped into view, sleeves rolled up, expression calm—too calm. Rachel lifted her head with effort. Her throat felt dry. “You, what do you want from me?” she whispered.He smiled. “Still sharp. You get that from your mother.”“What do you want?” she asked hoarsely.Smithfield circled her slowly, hands clasped behind his back like a man inspecting property. “You embarrassed me tonight, are you aware of that?” he said mildly. “Do you know how long it’s been since someone surprised me?”Rachel laughed weakly. “You abandoned me. You don’t get to feel embarrassed by my success.”His smile vanished. “You think success belongs to you?” he sna

Smithfield didn’t expect resistance from anyone. He had always believed fear was enough. Money, blood, power—those were the languages he spoke fluently. And for years, he had worked, people bowed, people broke.So when he stormed into the warehouse compound with two armed men at his back, his mouth already curled in a victorious sneer, he did not expect Bryce Voss to be standing there, gun raised at him, eyes feral nor did he expect Rachel to be free.“Move,” Bryce growled, voice stripped of civility. His grip on the gun was steady, deadly. “Take one more step and I swear to God—”Smithfield laughed…he actually laughed. “You think you scare me? You’re nothing but her past mistake. You know, dumping her and leaving her for Dominic.”Rachel’s heart slammed violently against her ribs. “Bryce,” she said sharply, stepping forward. “Don’t. Don't pull the trigger.”Smithfield’s gaze flicked to her, eyes gleaming with something ugly and possessive. “Look at you,” he sneered. “All dressed up i

Rachel sat propped against the pillows, the white blanket pulled neatly over her legs. The bandage around her arm was clean now, the sting reduced to a dull reminder that the night had truly happened.It all felt like pieces from different lives forced into one terrible day. She exhaled slowly, staring at the ceiling.A soft knock came from the door.Rachel turned. And the moment she saw the familiar blonde hair rush in, something inside her chest loosened.“Elara!”Elara hurried toward her, arms already opening. She hugged Rachel carefully, mindful of the injury, but tight enough to make up for hours of fear.“Don’t you ever scare me like that again,” Elara whispered, her voice shaking. “I cried off my makeup, Rachel. Do you know how expensive that was?”Rachel laughed weakly. “I’m sorry.” But her eyes were wet too.Elara pulled back, cupping Rachel’s face, scanning her as if she expected pieces missing. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you anywhere else? Do you feel dizzy? Did the docto