บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire’s Regret: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The crystal chandeliers above Amelia Hart shimmered like countless tiny stars. But none were as dazzling as the sight unfolding before her. Alexander Kingsley stood at the center of the grand ballroom, dressed in a sharply tailored black suit that radiated power and wealth. The lights above reflected faintly against his dark hair, giving him the polished image of a man who belonged among the rich and powerful. Cameras flashed all around him. The city’s most influential people stood gathered in elegant clusters, applauding with polite admiration as waiters moved through the room carrying trays of champagne. Everything about the evening screamed success. The marble floors gleamed beneath the soft golden lighting. A live orchestra played quietly in the background. Crystal glasses clinked together as guests toasted to the man of the night. Alexander Kingsley. Founder and CEO of Kingsley Technologies. The youngest billionaire in the city. The host’s voice echoed confidently throu

The night air outside the building was cold. Amelia barely noticed. The moment the ballroom doors closed behind her, the strength she had been holding together shattered. Her legs trembled. Her chest felt tight, as if someone had wrapped iron chains around her ribs. And then the tears came. Hot. Relentless. She pressed a shaking hand over her mouth, trying to quiet the sob that escaped her throat. But the memories came flooding back too quickly. Alexander laughing while cooking in their tiny kitchen. Alexander pulling her into bed late at night after working for hours. Alexander whispering promises against her skin. “When the company finally succeeds, Amelia… I’ll give you the life you deserve.” Her heart twisted painfully. Yesterday morning he had kissed her goodbye before leaving for work. Yesterday morning she had believed everything between them was real. Yesterday morning she had still believed she was the woman he loved. Now another woman was wearing the ring h

Soft sunlight slipped through the curtains. Amelia stirred slowly. For a few seconds, she didn’t move. Her mind felt heavy, foggy — as if waking up from a long, painful dream. Then her eyes opened. The ceiling above her looked… familiar. Very familiar. Her gaze drifted slowly around the room. The pale cream walls. The large window is just beside the bed. The old wooden bookshelf she had begged her father to buy when she was fourteen. Her chest tightened. She sat up suddenly. Her childhood room. Amelia’s breath caught in her throat. “I’m… home.” The words left her lips in a whisper. The bed she sat on was the same soft bed she had slept in for most of her teenage years. Her eyes wandered around the room, absorbing every small detail she hadn’t seen in years. Framed pictures still decorated the walls. School photographs. Awards. Old memories. One photo showed her at sixteen, proudly holding a gold medal after winning a school athletics competition. Another showed

Victoria slowly descended the staircase.Every step was deliberate.The silky red lace nightdress clung to her curves as she moved, the soft fabric catching the dim light of the living room.Her hips swayed just enough to be noticeable.Just enough to be intentional.And she loved the look on Alexander Kingsley’s face.Alexander stood near the couch, his shoulders stiff.His sharp inhale echoed faintly in the quiet room.The moment he noticed what she was wearing, he shut his eyes tightly and took a step backward.Victoria smiled slowly.So he noticed.Good.She took a step forward.Alexander stepped back again.Another step.Another.Until his leg hit the edge of the couch.He stumbled backward and dropped onto it with a soft thud, still refusing to open his eyes.Maybe if he ignored her long enough…Maybe she would understand.Maybe she would leave.But Victoria had no intention of leaving.She stopped in front of him.For a moment she simply watched him.Then she slowly lowered her

Alexander Kingsley had everything a man could want.Power.Wealth.Influence.At just twenty-nine, he had already become the most talked-about young CEO in the city. His company had grown faster than anyone expected, dominating markets and attracting investors from across the country.Magazines called him a visionary.Business networks called him the future of corporate leadership.Everywhere he went, people looked at him with admiration.But none of it mattered.Because none of it filled the hollow space in his chest.Life had become unbearable the day Amelia left.At first, he convinced himself it was temporary.She was angry.Heartbroken.But she loved him too much to leave forever.Or so he believed.That belief kept him sane during the first few weeks.But weeks turned into months.And the silence from Amelia never broke.⸻Alexander sat behind the massive desk in his office, staring at the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.The view used to inspire him.Now