All Chapters of The Billionaire Who Regretted Losing Me: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The morning began like any other, but Serena sensed it wouldn’t stay ordinary. She didn’t know why, no emails, no urgent calls, no unusual news but the quiet seemed to carry weight, like the air before a storm.She brewed tea and stepped onto the balcony. The city stretched out below, indifferent to her thoughts, but she liked the view. She liked knowing that her decisions big or small had no effect on the pace of traffic, the hum of the trains, or the distant bark of a dog.Her phone vibrated in her pocket. A text from Mara:Call me when you can. Something… interesting just came up. Serena smiled faintly, curiosity stirring. Mara rarely used “interesting” lightly.The call was brief but urgent. Mara’s voice, usually steady, carried a note of excitement and worry.“It’s the new Eastwood project,” Mara said. “They’re restructuring everything. And they’ve mentioned your name specifically. They want you as a consultant.”Serena leaned back, coffee steaming in her hand. She had expected h

The Eastwood headquarters rose from the pavement like a promise cast in glass.Serena paused across the street, adjusting the strap of her bag, not because she needed to but because arrival mattered. Buildings like this were designed to unsettle before a word was spoken. Height as authority. Transparency as performance.Inside, everything was quiet in the way money preferred.She was met by Adrian Cole himself, taller than she expected, expression calibrated to warmth. He shook her hand with practiced ease.“We’re glad you accepted,” he said as they walked. “Your conditions sparked… productive conversations.”“That’s one way to put it,” Serena replied.They moved through corridors of light and brushed steel. Screens glowed with diagrams and timelines, all moving forward, always forward. Progress without pause.The conference room waited at the end. Long table. Twelve chairs. Eight occupied.Introductions followed names, titles, influence compressed into polite sentences. Serena listen

Serena did not sleep, not because of fear, but because of calculation. The message lingered in her mind like a blade left on a table visible, deliberate, waiting.You crossed the line.Now let’s see how steady you really are.Threats rarely arrived without structure. Whoever sent it wasn’t emotional. They were strategic.By 6:30 a.m., Serena was already at her desk, screens glowing in the pale light of morning. She wasn’t looking for the sender. That would be amateur instinct.She was looking for movement, and Eastwood was moving.The first sign came through Mara.“They’ve frozen three internal review channels,” Mara said, voice tight. “Compliance, risk oversight, and community liaison.”Serena’s expression didn’t change.“Of course they did,” she replied.“That’s not normal, Serena.”“It is when containment begins.”Silence on the line. Then...“They’re isolating your leverage.”Serena leaned back slowly.“Yes.”At Eastwood headquarters, the atmosphere had shifted. Still polished, st

Rage, Serena had learned long ago, was useless unless disciplined.By the time she left Eastwood, her anger had already transformed into something far more effective. Strategy.Most people misunderstood power. They thought it lived in authority, money, titles, headlines.Serena knew better. Power lived in information. And whoever was attacking her had just exposed something critical: They were afraid of something.Back at her apartment, Ethan was pacing.“This is insane, Serena. Someone is following me?”“Yes.”“And you’re saying this like it’s normal!”“It’s not normal,” Serena replied calmly. “It’s leverage-building.”He stared at her. “Leverage for what?”Serena’s gaze was razor sharp.“To move me.”She opened her laptop. Not to check the news. Not to react. To hunt. But not for the attacker. For the pattern. Because operations like this always left fingerprints not emotional ones, but structural ones.Who benefited? Who gained advantage from destabilizing her position? Who needed

Serena had never run this fast in her life. Not during corporate crises. Not during scandals. Not even during the worst moments of her past because this wasn’t career. This wasn’t reputation. This was Ethan.Her mind was terrifyingly clear. No panic. No spiraling thoughts. Only calculation. Distance. Time. Probability.Every traffic light became an obstacle. Every pedestrian, a delay. Every second, an accusation. Too slow. Too slow. Too slow.By the time she reached the building, adrenaline had sharpened her senses into something feral. Wrong. Something was wrong.The lobby guard was missing. The desk unattended. The silence unnatural. Serena didn’t hesitate. She sprinted toward the elevator, then stopped.No indicator lights. Disabled. Of course.“Stairs,” she whispered.And ran three floors. Five. Ten. Her lungs burned, but Serena barely noticed. Fear was now fuel.When she reached Ethan’s floor, the hallway lights flickered. Not malfunctioning. Controlled. Serena knew the differenc