Todos los capítulos de Billionaire's Regret : Capítulo 201 - Capítulo 210

The basement reeked of sweat, blood, and cheap cigarette smoke, the low ceiling trapping every sound inside a small concrete room packed wall to wall with bodies as money changed hands fast in every corner and voices rose into a single roaring wave of anticipation.Most voices rooting for Zane who was termed King of the ring.Zane stood inside the cage, waiting for his opponent.He was seventeen now, tall enough and brooding, it was safe to say that it was easier for a Carmel to pass through the eye of a needle than to see Zane laugh, he was built enough after years of this, muscles carved hard from work that had nothing to do with growing up and everything to do with surviving, his knuckles were wrapped in tape already stained dark with blood from earlier fights.This was how he has been helping Reggie get his money for years but over the years, after a won fight, Reggie would give him thirty percent cut and keep seventy percent for himself.His opponent tonight was nearly twice his

The beach house Jeff had rented sat perched above a stretch of white sand that seemed to belong to nobody but them, the nearest neighbour a comfortable half mile down the coast, and Claire stood on the balcony that first morning with a cup of coffee warming her hands, watching the waves roll in steady and unhurried.She had forgotten what quiet actually sounded like and she had missed days like this.Years of raising children, managing the company, worrying over episodes and a son who felt further away every passing year, a constant, suffocating tightness in her chest she hadn't even realized she was carrying and now, standing here with nothing pressing against her except the sound of the ocean, she realised with a sudden, sharp pang how long it had been since she'd simply had nothing urgent to think about at all. A long-buried tension in her shoulders finally began to give way.Jeff came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck, his t

Maya's hands trembled slightly as she adjusted her blazer for the third time outside the towering glass building, her heart pounding hard against her ribs, the folder clutched against her chest suddenly feeling far heavier than the papers inside it warranted.She was standing in front of Meridian Holdings.The name alone carried weight across every industry that mattered, the fastest growing conglomerate anyone in her generation had ever witnessed, spreading its reach across shipping, technology, real estate, more sectors than most people could properly track, and yet nobody, absolutely nobody, seemed to know exactly who ran it.The mystery only made it more desirable.Every ambitious graduate she knew dreamed of an internship here, the acceptance rate rumoured to sit somewhere below one percent, the selection process so notoriously demanding that entire online forums existed purely to dissect what candidates might have done wrong when rejected without explanation.Maya had applied an

"Son, where are you, please answer your phone or text me, I came back home from the hospital to find you gone, this is your house buddy, where are you?" Jeff's voice was raw with desperation, trembling as he repeatedly asked where Zane was. Then, there was a brief, painful breath, and a soft, pleading, "I need to discuss something with you buddy, come home."Zane stared at his phone, his thumb hovering over the screen. A cold knot tightened in his stomach. He had refused to answer Jeff's call, letting every single message go straight to voicemail as he listened with a hollow ache and suppressed anger churning his gut.His lips twisted into a bitter, humorless smile. Home. His father had just said that was his home? A heavy tightness settled in his chest. Maybe his old man hadn't realized that home hadn't been his for a long time and that the feeling of belonging had died years ago.A wave of exhaustion washed over him. He decided to go hear what his father had to say, if only to put a

Adrian forced his face into something composed as he walked back through the doors into the ballroom, though his chest still felt stuffed and his cheek was still burning where Lisa's palm had connected, and beneath his expensive suit, his heart felt like a battered, aching mess.He shook a few more hands mechanically, he accepted a few more congratulations, his own voice sounding hollow, thin, and distant to his own ears. Across the room, he could feel his mother's eyes on him, sharp and knowing, sensing the agony radiating off him before he even had the chance to hide it properly.Claire found him near the drinks table an hour later."You've barely touched your food," she said gently, studying his pale face, quiet concern etched deep into her eyes. "And you disappeared for a while. Are you alright, baby?""I'm fine," Adrian said, but his voice cracked slightly, betraying the lie the second it left his lips.Claire didn't believe him for a second.She placed a soft hand on his trembli