All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Regret: Too Late to Love: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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Chapter 111: Anonymous

The twins were fighting over a blue crayon. Mia watched them from the rug, her back against the couch, legs stretched out. The late afternoon sun spilled through the balcony curtains and painted everything gold — the coffee table, the toy blocks, the small socks someone had left near the TV. “Okay,” she said gently. “We share. Nobody owns blue.” One of them frowned. The other sighed dramatically and handed it over. Maya sat cross-legged near the window, helping the youngest stack plastic rings in the right order. “You see?” Maya murmured to him. “Big brother must learn peace.” Mia smiled. For a moment, it felt normal. Just crayons, soft laughter, and the hum of the ceiling fan. Then, three knocks came at the door. Maya looked up. “Are you expecting someone?” “No.” Mia stood slowly, brushing crayon dust off her palm. Another knock came again. She walked to the door and checked the peephole. A man in a delivery jacket. Cap pulled low. Plain brown envelope in his hand. She op

Chapter 112: No One

Allen stood at the glass wall of the boardroom and watched the city, as if nothing was about to change.Traffic and sunlight on steel. People crossing streets with coffee in their hands.He liked that. The illusion of the ordinary.Behind him, the boardroom was still warm from the meeting. The air carried the faint scent of expensive cologne and a hint of tension. They had nodded. Every single one of them.Not because they believed him. Because they were afraid not to.He adjusted his cufflinks slowly. His reflection in the glass looked calm and controlled. A man who had already calculated the ending.His assistant’s voice came through the intercom. “Derek is here.”Allen didn’t turn around. “Send him in.”The door opened quietly and closed just as quietly.Allen could feel him there. “Shut the blinds,” Allen said.The soft hum of the motor filled the room. The city disappeared behind darkened glass.Now it was just them. Allen finally turned.Derek stood near the door, jacket still o

Chapter 113: Fire Him

The door clicked shut behind her. For a second, neither of them moved. Then Allen crossed the room in three strides. “Evelyn.” Her name left him like he’d been holding it in for months. She didn’t answer. She just dropped her bag. He pulled her into him hard. Her forehead hit his collarbone. His arms wrapped around her back, one hand sliding up into her hair like he needed to make sure she was real. She breathed him in. Familiar cologne and warm skin. The faintest tremor in his chest. “You disappeared,” he murmured against her temple. “I had to.” He leaned back just enough to look at her. His hands didn’t leave her waist. “You could’ve called.” Her mouth curved, soft but tired. “You don’t like phones.” He kissed her gently. The kind of kiss that says I was angry. I missed you. Don’t do that again. Her fingers tightened in his shirt. She kissed him back with equal force, like she’d been starving and wouldn’t admit it. When they finally separated, their foreh

Chapter 114: The Key

The restaurant was closed to the public. Mia had made sure of that. No music, no clinking glasses. Just the low hum of the air conditioner and the soft glow of pendant lights over an empty bar. It felt less like a meeting and more like an interrogation room pretending to be elegant. Chris stood by the window, jacket off, sleeves rolled up. Restlessly watching the street like someone might be following him. Mia sat at the head of the long table, fingers steepled under her chin. The door opened. Derek stepped inside. He closed the door quietly behind him, as he belonged there. Chris straightened. “You’re late.” Derek gave a small shrug. “I had to make sure I wasn’t followed.” Mia’s eyes didn’t leave his face. “By Allen?” A faint smile touched Derek’s mouth. “Allen trusts me,” he said. The silence after that was heavy. Chris let out a short breath. “That’s not something you say like it’s a trophy.” Derek pulled out a chair and sat down across from them. He leane

Chapter 115: The Delay

The conference room felt colder than it should have. Allen noticed it the second he stepped in, or maybe it was just him. Late evening bleeding into night. The reflection of hithe s own face in the window — sharp suit, controlled expression, eyes that hadn’t slept properly in days. Across the table, Derek sat with a pen resting between his hands. Allen closed the door softly behind him. No assistants, no board members, just them. “You said it was urgent,” Allen said, loosening his cufflinks, tone measured. Derek didn’t look up immediately. He was reading the final compliance page again, thumb brushing the corner of the paper like he was memorizing its texture. “There are minor documentation gaps,” Derek replied. The word landed heavily. Allen walked to the head of the table and pulled out his chair slowly. “Define minor.” Derek inhaled through his nose. “Appendix C references a revised debt schedule that isn’t attached. And the forecast sensitivity analysis, the s

Chapter 116: Time Stamp

The rain hadn’t stopped all evening. It streaked down the tall windows of Allen’s office, blurring the city into something softer. Inside, nothing felt gentle. Allen stood behind his desk, jacket off, tie loosened just enough to suggest fatigue but not weakness. The lamp on his desk cast a warm circle of light over a stack of documents. Across from him, Derek remained standing. He hadn’t taken the seat this time. That alone irritated Allen more than he wanted to admit. “You asked for another meeting,” Allen said quietly. “You have five minutes.” Derek nodded once. His expression was unreadable, but there was something different tonight. “I reviewed the projections again,” Derek said. Allen exhaled slowly. “We’ve done this.” “No,” Derek replied. “We haven’t.” Allen leaned back against the edge of his desk. “Say what you came to say.” Derek stepped closer, placing a thin folder on the desk between them. “You didn’t fabricate numbers,” he began carefully. “You didn’t invent

Chapter 117: See You Soon

Allen arrived at work, and there was a shift in the air when he walked into his office that morning. The blinds were open, sunlight cutting across the glass table in clean lines. He loosened his tie and stood there for a moment, staring at the skyline. Evelyn’s voice replayed in his head. You’re hesitating. And hesitation is how people lose companies, Allen. He exhaled slowly. She had said it gently. Fingers smoothing his lapel. A kiss pressed against his mouth like reassurance, like permission. Fire him. He had laughed at first. He walked around his desk and pressed the intercom. “Lydia.” “Yes sir.” “I need a termination letter drafted. Immediate effect.” There was a pause, barely a second. “For who, sir?” He didn’t answer immediately. His jaw tightened. “Christopher Argent.” “Give me five minutes sir” “You have three.” He ended the call before she could respond. His reflection stared back at him in the dark screen of his laptop. Impeccable suit. The kind of man who

Chapter 118: Invited

The boardroom smelled like polished wood and burnt coffee.Allen noticed things like that when he was confused.The air was cold. The windows reflected a version of him that looked steady enough to survive this.He smoothed a thumb over the edge of the printed report in front of him. Page twelve. Revenue smoothing. Bridge financing schedule. Figures he had reviewed at midnight under a desk lamp. Figures he had defended on investor calls. Figures that had built the stability story he had repeated for months now.The projector hummed.A pen clicked and stopped, then clicked again.“Go ahead,” the chair said.Derek remained standing at the far end of the table. Sleeves rolled. Tie loosened deliberately.Allen didn’t look at him at first.“I’m refusing final compliance approval.”The sentence dropped without force.A murmur moved around the table, low and confused.“I’m sorry?” one of the board members said. He was wearing a gray suit. Litigation background and already frowning.“I won’t

Chapter 119: No Longer in Control

The air in the boardroom had shifted. Allen felt it in the way no one reached for their coffee anymore. Derek didn’t pace. He stood at the end of the table with a slim folder in his hand, thumb pressed against the edge. “Before we move forward,” Derek said, voice level, “there was additional documentation the board needed to review.” Allen didn’t sit back. He just watched. “Was this related to the ledger discrepancy?” one of the board members asked. “Yes,” Derek said. “But it extended beyond that.” Allen folded his hands on the table. “If you had something to present, present it.” Derek nodded and handed copies down both sides of the table. Paper slid across polished wood. Mia was seated three chairs down from the head. She hadn’t spoken. She hadn’t looked at Allen again. Her gaze lowered to the packet placed in front of her. Allen didn’t look at her. He picked up his copy. The first page was a risk forecast summary. His signature was at the bottom. He already knew what i

Chapter 120: Mr. Hale

The hallway outside the hallway had emptied quickly. Voices that had once leaned toward him now drifted away in careful arcs, quiet, professional, and distant. Shoes against marble. A door is closing at the end of the corridor. The sound of a world continuing without him. Allen stood in the hallway and stared at nothing. Suspended. The word still felt administrative. It felt like the floor had been pulled from beneath his feet. He adjusted his cufflinks, though they did not need adjusting, and walked toward his office. Assistants who used to rise when he passed remained seated. One pretended to type. Another stared at a spreadsheet with exaggerated focus. A senior analyst he had mentored for three years glanced up, met his eyes for half a breath, and then looked away as if burned. Allen slowed slightly. “Julia,” he said calmly. She froze. “Yes, Mr. Hale?” Her fingers tightened around her pen. “Have the revised projections been archived?” he asked. Her throat moved

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