All Chapters of Billionaire's Regret: His Ex-Wife Returns From The Dead: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The dinner dragged on for the sake of my misery.But I did my best to hold a stiff expression, leaving as soon as we were dismissed, mostly to avoid whining in the Lupins’ sorry faces.Another reason is so that I could be home earlier to watch from the torment of my window whether Zeath would bring the bitch back home.I only now grasp the last string of trust I have in him to think he wouldn't.I mean, he should consider better than to treat me in such a manner, even though his recent actions have dipped my dignity in shit.As I entered my vehicle, I caught him opening his car door for his prat. And he didn't glance my way one second before joining her and zooming off.Surely, the dust from his tires settling on my windshield was a petty move forcing me to savor my shame.“Take me home,” I told my driver, who stared at me rather pitifully through the rearview mirror.I didn't ask for pity and won't, though I'm quick to cry, which is seen as a weakness or, in some cases, blackmail.Ev

Oasis looks at me like she's seen a monster jump into her boat. “You want to kidnap a pregnant woman.” She blinks in confusion and disbelief. “Zeath's girlfriend?"I huff. “Skip mentioning the last part for the sake of our friendship. And I won't harm her. I only need to teach Zeath a lesson or two.”“You think he won't find her? He has eyes everywhere.”“Yeah, sure he does. But the thing is, he won't be searching in the right place. Zeath thinks I'm a softie and all about whining for my dreams to come true. He doesn't know that when a Fanning puts their mind to something, they get it done. One way or another.”Oasis lets out a huge sigh—it sounds shaky as if she's scared of Zeath rather than frustrated by me. “Oh, fuck me, Mells,” she groans. “I'm gonna be roasted like a witch if I'm discovered. And you, you might actually turn up dead.”I smile. “You'll die first if you don't get your ass working.”“Ugh! Stay here. You move an inch, the hospital swallows you. You hear me?”I nod.Oa

MELLOW.“This yours?” I ask Yolie when I thrust the result in front of her face.She stretches her neck to peer at it comically before looking away to rest her head against the wall behind her.“I forgot for a moment your bestie was a senior doctor,” she says calmly. “Should have gotten rid of that one too.”“Don't you touch Oasis,” I warn.“Well, tell that to Zeath.” Yolie chuckles.“If you keep that up, you might never see him again. And, oh, I know how vicious he can be, so do not remind me.” I head for the door, standing on the threshold. “Let's find out how much this will benefit me, shall we?”Yolie doesn't spare me a glance as I lock the door again before leaving for Mama Tia's place.Ushered into the small, dim-lit living room, I'm not shocked to find Mrs. Lupin sitting upright with legs crossed on one of the cream-colored couches.The woman irritates me. Her attitude is daunting. Perfect with her dirty stares and smokes like she could lose her sticks the next day.Her face is

“Oh, boy. It’s punishment to hold back, don’t you think?” I drawl, taking cautious steps toward Zeath. Standing in front of him, I slowly unbutton his shirt before closing in to kiss his chest. “I need you to succumb to your pleasure...” I blow the sleeping hairs on it. “...and mine.”Zeath grunts as I struggles to take the shirt off his ripped torso. He’s looking down at me through narrowed eyes charged with temptation. And now his bare body, the sweat rolling down his tan skin, coupled with the defined muscles of his face and neck, would sooner drive me mad with lust.Or they already have.My hands cup his face like tiny strokes on a beautiful stone, feeling his soft stubble down to his long neck. His collarbones are clear-cut. They give way to his broad shoulders, arms, forearms, and thick wrists, which I grab.“Will you derive comfort by doing it yourself?” I ask.Zeath moves his left hand while my right fingers still clasp around the wrist. He slides it into his boxers, and I wa

ZEATH.“How about Yolie?” Mellow asks, her soft and pure eyes divulging all that there is in her mind. Fear. She’s terrified—of me, of what I could do. If only she knew what really awaits her; and it’s not the divorce papers she may be expecting. Of course, she’s going to live each day thinking I may serve her divorce papers. But she won’t see what’s coming.“I… will take care of her…” I couldn’t complete that sentence. I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise now, would I?She keeps looking at me with innocence in her eyes. But maybe it’s why I despised her in the first place. I’ve not always inclined to those who look guiltless. No one is ever not guilty—that’s what I think. And I hate it when some people can mask their sins. Yolie has a mild face, her attitude however says different. Unlike Mellow, she shows what she really is. But if anyone told me Mellow would do what she did to her, I wouldn’t believe, as her pure looks are deceiving, as well as her character.Arriving at my ma