All Chapters of Too Late For Regrets: No Longer Your Invisible Wife: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Ronan's POV. The house was completely still around us, the low, steady click of the wall clock and the quiet rain that had started outside the windows being the only sounds left in the living room. Her hands rested light on my shoulders, her dark eyes locking onto mine with a fierce, burning want that made my heart do a sudden, violent flip behind my ribs. I kept my hands resting firm at her waist, anchoring her against me, entirely content to just breathe her in and let the reality of her presence as usual slow down the racing in my skull.Slowly, Nadia broke away from our kiss, leaning her face close to murmur as she wanted me right now against the side of my neck, and her fingers reached for the top button of my shirt, undoing it with a deliberate slowness that made the entire room feel incredibly tight. She paused between the buttons, her breathing shallow and warm against my skin, before she playfully used her teeth to tug at the edge of the cotton fabric near my collarbone,

Simone's POV. My hands were still shaking against the wheel by the time I merged onto the main road, my eyes burning from crying so hard in that parking garage, my chest still heaving with the last of it. All I wanted was to get home, lock every door behind me, and disappear into my own bed for the rest of the night.But then.. I noticed a car behind me, following a little too closely, matching every turn I made without any hesitation.My jaw tightened. "What is this now?" I muttered under my breath, frustration rising fast on top of everything else I'd already carried through the day. I adjusted my mirror and finally looked properly, and my stomach dropped as I recognized it immediately."Shit!" I whispered to myself. "I'm not in the mood to face anymore!"Panic flooded through me all at once, and I pressed harder on the accelerator, swerving between lanes, glancing at the mirror every few seconds, desperate to lose them somewhere in the evening traffic. They stayed with me regar

Author's POV. The police station was busy as usual as the morning settled in. Officers moved through the halls with files tucked under their arms, phones rang from different desks, and the occasional voice carried from one room to another. It was the usual kind of controlled chaos that came with a station that rarely stayed quiet for long.Inside one of the offices, Detective Bing had been staring at the same spreadsheet on his computer for the better part of an hour when Caleb finally set two cups of coffee down on the desk between them."You're going to burn a hole through that screen," Caleb teased, looking at him."I keep circling back to this account," Bing said, tapping the monitor. "The one flagged during the Cornell fraud investigation months ago. The offshore transfers Cornell claimed he never authorized.""The ones that never went anywhere," Caleb replied, settling into the chair across from him. "We never traced them properly as the trail went cold.""Well, I think that's

Author's POV. The television played quietly in the background, barely loud enough to fill the silence that had settled over the living room. Afternoon light filtered through the windows, falling across the scattered things that had been left untouched for most of the day.Andre was still scrolling through the same article for the third time, not actually reading a single word of it, when Jessica walked into the living room and stopped in the doorway, watching him with an expression that had gone past frustration into a look more flatter and more exhausted."You're doing it again," she said.He looked up. "Doing what?""That thing where your body's here and your mind's somewhere else entirely." She crossed her arms. "I don't even have to ask where.""Jessica—""You know, Andre. I honestly hope you'd have moved on by now," she said, cutting him off. "I've tried to be patient, babe. God knows I've tried. I've given you every excuse, every benefit of the doubt, told myself it was just le

Ronan's POV.A second later, the photo appeared on my screen and I stared at it, almost forgetting to breathe.The man stood in the shadows of the courtyard, his phone raised toward the terrace lights. A dark handkerchief covered the lower half of his face, but it wasn't enough to hide him completely. The side of his nose, his eyes, and the sharp line of his jaw were still visible beneath the glow of the street lamp behind him.Then I saw his face properly and my stomach dropped.I knew him.The memory of that car chase attack on Nadia and I months ago came rushing back. The sound of gunshots, Nadia beside me, the car swerving as I tried to get us out of there.And that face.. it was definitely him.The man Simone had sent after us.My fingers tightened around my phone as anger surged through me. I immediately typed back. 'Is that the only picture you got of him last night?'The investigator replied almost immediately.'No. I managed to get another one from a different angle when he