All Chapters of The Billionaire's Biggest Regret : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Nicole's pov Elsa's eyes landed on me the second the elevator doors slid open. She looked at me for a long moment, studying my face like she was trying to decide something, before she stepped inside. The doors slid shut behind her, sealing us in together.She turned to face me fully. "How dare you do that to Tamara?""You know she did that to herself." I folded my arms across my chest. "You both planned this." My voice came out louder than I meant it to, loud enough that she flinched and pressed a hand to her chest."Did you want to hit me also?" she asked, her eyes going wide.I didn't answer, I just smiled, slow and calm. "You're disgusting," I said, looking her straight in the face. "How could you let Tamara pretend to be a cancer patient in front of the crowd, just to bring down the person you claim to call your daughter?""You deserve everything she did to you," Elsa snapped, stepping closer. "Just disappear, leave her and David alone. Disappear and never come back, just like yo

Nicole's pov My eyes went wide with shock at what I had just seen. The truck jerked backward for a split second, then pulled away from the woman lying on the ground, speeding off before I could even catch the number on the plate.I pushed my car door open and stumbled out, running toward her. She was lying in a pool of blood, her body twisted at an angle that made my stomach turn. I froze for a moment, my legs refusing to move, my mind became unable to process what I was looking at.Then I heard her voice, weak and broken."Help… me."That single sound snapped me back to reality. My hands shook as I pulled out my phone and dialed the emergency line, explaining the situation as fast as I could, my voice cracking with every word.Her lips moved slowly and her hand lifted just slightly off the ground, reaching toward me. I dropped to my knees beside her and pulled off my jacket, pressing it firmly against the wound on her side, trying to stop the bleeding. It didn't stop. The blood ke

Nicole's povMy eyes locked on his chest. I opened the buttons of his shirt one by one and just stared at the warm skin underneath for a long second. Then I ran my fingers across it, slow and careful, feeling the steady beat of his heart under my palm. David’s hands stayed on my waist the whole time, holding me like he didn’t want to let go. I could feel how hard he was under me, but more than that, I could feel how present he was, like his whole attention was only on me.He rolled us over so he was on top and the mattress sank under his weight. He pulled the rest of his shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Then his mouth found mine, soft at first, then deeper. His lips moved down my chin and along my neck, slow and careful, and I felt safe under him in a way that made my chest tight.I lifted up just enough to pull my clothes off. One of his hands slid behind my back and unhooked my bra. The cups fell away. Cool air touched my bare skin for a second and I dropped back onto the mat

Nicole's pov I was lost in thought, my mind wandering back to the ambulance, trying to remember which hospital they might have taken her to. The image of her face, pale and frightened in the dim street light, kept replaying in my head, along with the sound of the truck's tires screeching against the road. Before I could think any further, my phone buzzed in my pocket, vibrating against my hip hard enough to pull me out of the memory. I pulled it out and looked at the screen. David Lockwood. I swiped right to answer and pressed the phone against my ear, slowing my steps a little as I walked. "Hey, babe," he said, his voice became warm and unbothered. "Hey," I replied, stepping out of the ward and walking into the hallway, heading straight toward the elevator. "Did you get my message?" he asked. "Yes, I did," I said, glancing back at the ward door behind me before it slid out of view. "Did you like it?" "Yeah, you tried." I let out a small laugh despite everything runnin

Nicole's pov Reporters surrounded me before I could even set my eyes on the delivery man I had come outside to find. "I heard you were on suspension, but you're currently in the hospital in a lab coat. Can you explain how your suspension got lifted?" one reporter shouted, shoving a microphone toward my face. Another reporter raised her mic higher, cutting through the noise. "How did you feel hitting a cancer patient?" My head began to spin, the voices blurring together into one loud roar, the flashing cameras making it feel like the ground itself was tilting under my feet. For a second I thought I might actually fall. Just as my knees started to buckle, a few of my colleagues rushed through the crowd, pushing the reporters back and forming a wall around me. "Let her through, let her through," one of them shouted, gripping my arm and guiding me firmly back inside the hospital. The automatic doors slid shut behind us, sealing out the noise but my hands were still shaking. My mi