All Chapters of The Billionaires Greatest Regret: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

POV: Vivienne Hart"Ma'am, you need to lie back down your vitals are spiking, we need to prep you for the ultrasound right away," a nurse in green scrubs said, her hands gently but firmly pressing against Vivienne's shoulders, though Vivienne barely felt the pressure because her entire focus was locked on the cracked screen of her phone."I just need one minute, please, because my husband isn't answering, and he needs to know I'm here," Vivienne muttered, her voice trembling as she wiped a streak of drying blood from her forehead, her fingers shaking so violently that she almost dropped the device for the third time that night. The harsh lights of the emergency room buzzed overhead, making her headache increase, but she ignored the throbbing in her temples and pressed redial, holding the phone to her ear while listening to the agonizingly long, empty rings that she kept hearing the entire evening."The doctor is extremely concerned about internal bleeding, especially since you mention

POV: Vivienne Hart"Vivienne, you shouldn't even be standing right now, let alone walking into a crowded ballroom filled with media cameras, the doctor explicitly ordered absolute bed rest for you," Arthur said, his hand lightly resting on her elbow as they walked through the grand entrance of the charity gala, his eyes constantly scanning the room with deep concern."I am perfectly fine, Arthur, I need to do this tonight because Roman needs to see that I am completely done with him, so please just keep the envelope ready in your briefcase until I ask for it," Vivienne replied, her silk red dress flowing around her ankles as she adjusted her posture, concealing the dull ache in her abdomen while keeping her expression entirely calm.The massive ballroom was filled with chatter and the clinking of champagne glasses, but the moment Vivienne stepped further into the room, she spotted her husband standing near the main stage, though he wasn't alone because Celeste was clinging to his arm

POV: Roman Ashford"Vivienne, open this door right now, we need to finish the conversation we started last night, and I am not going to let you hide in the bedroom while our company's future hangs in the balance," Roman shouted, throwing open the front door of the penthouse and slamming his briefcase onto the entryway table, but his voice only echoed through an eerily silent apartment.He walked quickly into the living room, noticing immediately that the space felt entirely different, because the small personal items that usually cluttered the shelves were completely gone, and the air carried a stagnant emptiness that suggested nobody had breathed it for hours."Vivienne? If you went to the office early to carry out your threat about the Trust shares, you need to call me immediately because we can still fix this before the board meets at noon," Roman muttered, pulling out his phone to dial her number while he hurried down the hallway toward their master suite.The call didn't even ri

POV: Vivienne Hart"Are we really moving here, Mama, or is this just another trip?" Maya asked, pressing her face against the tinted window of the armored SUV as the city skyline rose up ahead of them, gray towers cutting into a pale morning sky."We're staying for a while," Vivienne said, reaching over to smooth down her daughter's windblown curls. "You'll have a new house, a new garden, and Ms. Bennett is going to keep teaching you both here, just like at home.""Will we have friends?" Leo asked from his booster seat, his small hand gripping the stuffed dragon he refused to travel without."You'll have each other," Vivienne said, and Leo seemed to accept that answer, though Maya narrowed her eyes in the exact way Roman narrowed his when he wasn't satisfied with a response.Arthur sat across from them, scrolling through a tablet, his expression unreadable until he finally looked up. "The estate is fully secured. Perimeter cameras, private staff vetted through three separate agencies,

POV: Roman Ashford"Find her, Marcus. I don't care what it costs or how many people you have to put on it, I want to know where Vivienne is staying within the hour," Roman said, storming into his office and slamming the door hard enough to rattle the glass wall behind him."Sir, the trust's legal team filed everything through intermediaries. There's no address on record, no personal contact information, nothing that connects Vivienne directly to—""She said children, Marcus. Plural. Do you understand what that means?"Marcus hesitated, his tablet lowering slightly. "I understand it means you may have missed a great deal in five years, sir."Roman dropped into his chair, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes. Five years he had told himself she left because she was overwhelmed, unstable, unwilling to withstand the pressure of being married to a man who had to fight for every dollar of his empire. Five years he had let his mother's version of events settle into something close