All Chapters of Once His Wife, Now His Regret: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The car door opened, and my heels touched the ground.“Miss Sinclair, this way.”“Miss Sinclair! Please, a comment!”The camera flashes in every direction, while I took a small pause beside the car, lifting my chin slightly as I offered them a light smile and a small wave. Almost immediately, security moved in, forming a barrier as my secretary guided me forward onto the red carpet stretching ahead.I walked with practiced grace, pausing briefly for photographs before finally stepping into the grand hall.“Today marks a beautiful beginning for the Sinclair Group as we celebrate the inauguration of its new CEO,” the announcer’s voice resonated across the room while I just went around and greeting the guest.One by one.With my secretary right beside me, quietly introducing each person just before I approached them.“That’s Mr. Halvorsen, head of Kellenton Energy.”With a faint smile, I extended my hand to him. “Mr. Halvorsen, it’s a pleasure meeting you. Thanks for honoring my invite.”

“Charlotte, it’s…”“Because you are afraid? That I will come after you since my identity and position have changed?”They all looked at each one of them and then shifted nervously.I let out a laugh, just a small one. “You know what? It’s fine. I don’t need any of these. Your apology. Your help. Or whatever. Because if you truly meant all what you said, you would not be here.” I said.“Then what do you want us…”I didn’t even let her finish before I turned and walked away. Straight toward Alex. “Hey, sister,” Ciara’s voice rang out, dripping with sweetness. “You know, you really have an amazing man here. He’s actually very funny.” I watched her hand slide onto Alexander’s suit, brushing at it as if dusting something invisible.“I can’t believe he could be so sweet to me.”“Is he?” I asked, reaching out and catching her finger as if picking out dirt on Alex.Before she could react, I twisted it just enough to make my point and didn’t release it until she let out a sharp cry.“What do

As I climbed onto the terrace, I saw his back facing me. One hand was tucked into his pocket while the other rested against the railing as he gazed out across the estate.I walked closer, wondering what had captured his attention so completely that he had left me behind downstairs. But the moment I reached the railing, the view below stole my breath away.From the top of the building, you could see everything beneath us. The estate stretched endlessly, glowing beneath the night sky like a masterpiece carefully painted by hand.I stood beside Alex, resting my hands on the railing as I took it all in.“It’s one of my father’s designs.”I turned to look at him. “Your father built this house?”“Not exactly. He was the architect. That was the job he truly wanted to do, but instead, he had to treat it like a hobby and inherit the company.” He spoke without looking at me, but I could hear the sadness buried in his voice.“How much I wished he had just… become an ordinary architect. I never w

I didn’t even turn—as if the scene before me might vanish if I make a single turn. So I had my back against the door, pressing until it clicked shut, my eyes never leaving hers. Then my eyes drifted down to her parted legs, and as it met with her smooth, shaved pussy—pink, glistening, and visibly wet, with a single strand of her arousal trailing down toward the sheets, I could feel my pulse hammering in my throat, in my cock, and every part of my body.Dark, primal desire consumed me. This wasn’t just lust. This was hunger. And right now, I wanted to claim every inch of her, to make her scream, and bury myself deep into her.Charlotte's lips curled into a small smile and then she slowly rose from the bed, standing straight right before me. And I found myself leaning more onto the door, with my two hands buried into my pocket as my eyes raked over her slowly, possessively, starting from the lower part—tracing up from her leg, the flare of her hips, the soft swell of her stomach, an

***CHARLOTTE’S POV***This time, my eyes turned pleading, but he only answered with a devilish smile. It was as if he was reminding me that he had already warned me—once you make a deal with the devil, there’s no going back.But I hadn’t made any deal with the devil. I had given myself to Alexander Vaughn. And right now, he was showing me there was no difference between the two.“Turn for me,” he commanded.Before I could obey, he flipped me onto my stomach. His left arm slid beneath me, arching my back as he pulled my hips up, forcing me onto my knees with my ass raised high. Then he reached for both my wrists and pinned them behind my back, holding them firmly in one large hand like a prisoner under arrest. A soft, helpless groan escaped me at the stretch.I barely had time to process the position before he drove into me in one powerful thrust.“Ahh!” A sharp scream tore from my throat—equal parts pain and blinding pleasure. The new angle let him sink so much deeper, his thick cock