All Chapters of Darling Husband's Regret : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Nathan and Taylor sat on one couch, while Camille sat on the opposite one, hands clasped tightly in her lap, looking at them. Roderick stood in front of them, arms crossed, his presence filling the entire space.“I already have the ransom money ready,” Roderick said, his voice coming out steady and cold. “All we have to do is wait for the kidnappers to call and inform us about the time and location.”Taylor shifted uncomfortably on the couch, fingers twisting together. “Who’s going to deliver the money?”“I can coordinate and deliver it myself. That’s the least I could do to help get our daughter back.” Nathan leaned forward, trying to sound helpful.Roderick’s eyes narrowed slightly. “I’ll be the one to do that. I’ll deliver the money to them myself. I want to see the kidnappers with my own eyes and ensure the children’s safety.”“I want to do it. I want to see Adrian as soon as possible. I want to make sure he's okay.” Camille stood up immediately.Roderick turned to her, his expres

Roderick stood in the study, one hand braced on the edge of the desk. Ten waited in front of him, arms at his sides, face calm and focused like always. Roderick spoke first. “The kidnappers want Camille to bring the money. They made it clear that they won't be releasing the kids if Camille doesn't bring the money herself.”He paused, fingers pressing harder into the wood. The thought kept turning in his head — they specifically asked for her. It could mean they wanted someone weaker to carry the bags. Or it could mean something worse. He didn’t like any of it. He didn’t like sending her in there at all. But if he fought her on it right now, she wouldn't listen, and they couldn’t afford delays.“Understood, boss. So, what are your plans on catching the kidnappers? It's already very obvious that we can't follow her inside the park.” Ten said.“The park is isolated so you won’t be able to get close without them noticing. Once the kidnappers move the money away from the location in the

Ten’s three men each grabbed two heavy duffle bags, lifting them without a word. They filed out of the apartment one by one, their footsteps heavy on the hallway floor as they headed back down the stairs. The door clicked shut behind the last man, leaving the living room silent except for the low hum of the air conditioner.Now it was just Ten and Nathan.Ten pulled out his phone, eyes never leaving the man in front of him. He dialed and pressed it to his ear.“Boss,” Ten’s voice was calm and flat. “I already got the bastard behind this entire mess. They never cease to amaze me.”He kept his gaze locked on Nathan, who stood frozen near the couch, breathing faster now. Ten hung up without waiting for a reply, he sent a text and slipped the phone back into his pocket.“You should know by now that this is your end, Nathan,” Ten said, stepping forward slowly. “Both you and Taylor are going to rot in jail. You must be stupid to think you could get away with this.”Nathan’s face twisted. F

Miguel sat in the dimly lit master bedroom of his Villa, a secluded estate tucked deep in the forested hills outside Crown City. The property was his private sanctuary — high walls, no neighbors for miles, and complete privacy. The kind of place where no one would hear a woman screaming.He leaned back in the leather chair, eyes fixed on the laptop screen as he reviewed the latest updates from his contacts.Private jet arrangements, forged documents, offshore accounts… everything was falling into place for their departure. A small, satisfied smile played on his lips. Soon, Camille would be his completely. The door opened without a knock as Conrad stepped inside, his expression twisted.“There’s a problem, boss.”Miguel looked up slowly, closing the laptop lid. “What?”Conrad approached the desk. “Roderick has put out a full manhunt for you. Every airport, train station, bus terminal, and major port is being watched. His people are offering serious money for any tip that leads to you

Vanessa’s hands trembled slightly as she reached into her designer bag and pulled out her chequebook. The leather felt slippery against her sweaty palms. She flipped it open with more force than necessary, the pages crackling loudly in the quiet corner of the coffee shop. Dante watched her with that smug, knowing look that made her stomach twist with hatred.She uncapped her pen and began writing, the numbers coming out sharper than she intended. ‘I can’t let this truth come out. Not after all these years. Not when I’ve built everything on top of that grave.’ Her mind raced as the pen scratched against the paper.‘Yes… it’s true. I had Claire killed.’ The memory still burned, even after so many years. Claire had discovered the affair — the secret nights, the pregnancy, the existence of Miguel. Instead of staying quiet like a proper wife should, Claire had turned vicious. She insulted Vanessa in private and public, called her a whore, a gold-digging slut who spread her legs for a m