All Chapters of My Ex-Husband's Greatest Regret: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Rain lashed against the bay windows of the hunting lodge. The place sat deep in the brush near the southern border, smelling of mildew, stagnant water, and rot. It was a sty compared to the suites of Paris or the penthouses of Geneva, and every second Victoria spent inside made her stomach heave with humiliation."Look at this," she spat, hurling her phone against the wallpaper.The screen flickered, showing the plummeting figures of her family's holding shares.Tyson hadn't been making idle threats. Within hours of her sprinting out of his fortress like a scrawny dog kicked off a porch, Carrillo's agents had called in three liquidity notes through the continental clearinghouse. Her father's partners were already locking her out of accounts, sending panicked messages demanding to know why the northern Alpha had put a financial noose around their necks.She paced the floorboards, clutching her damp coat tight against her chest.At the table sat seven men. They looked rough, hollowed-ou

TysonFour SUVs tore through the gravel turnoff, tires screaming as they locked up in front of the cottage on the bluffs.The headlights sliced through the ocean mist, lighting up a scene straight out of my worst nightmares.The front door was blown clean off its hinges, split across the porch steps. Canned peaches and crushed glass were smeared across the wet wood, mixed with sticky syrup.And right beside the porch railing, gleaming dark under the headlights, were fresh sputters of blood.No.The word didn't even form in my head; it detonated behind my ribs like a mortar shell.I kicked my door open before the vehicle had stopped, hitting the gravel in a dead sprint. My coat flew back, my hands curling into claws as the air ripped out of my lungs."Perimeter sweep! Move!" Garrett's voice roared behind me, followed by the clatter of eight enforcers deploying rifles and sweeping the treeline.I didn't wait for them. I bounded up the steps in a single leap, crossing the threshold into

TysonI didn't give the breach team time to set charges.The second the chopper hovered ten feet above the clearing behind the abandoned mill, I jumped. My boots hit the wet gravel, and forty northern wolves landed behind me in full gear."Suppress the outer sentries," I said. "Shoot to kill."Gunfire cracked along the treeline. Two of Kael's lookouts dropped without raising their rifles. Garrett and Dan swept the loading dock, clearing the exits before the mercenaries could register the rotor wash.I didn't look for a door handle.I hit the double doors with my shoulder, channeling every ounce of Alpha momentum behind the blow.BOOM.The hinges sheared off the frame, sending both doors crashing inward with a screech that tore through the structure. Rust and sheet metal rained down.Inside, beneath a single swinging bulb, sat Rosemarie.She was tied to a chair, head slumped back, eyes rolled into her skull, limp. Red liquid was splattered across her pale cheeks, dripping down the coll

RosemarieI looked down at the dark head resting against my knees.Tyson Carrillo. The man who made council elders sweat just by walking into a room, currently folded on the floor like an unanchored ship, shoulders shaking with the force of his sobs. The gray ash of the burned deed was still scattered across the blanket between us.For five years with Rex, every apology had been a transaction. Dead lilies after a shouting match. A new credit limit after he humiliated me at a pack dinner. His apologies were always about his image, never about the rot in our house.Tyson wasn't offering me flowers. He was offering to strip his own name off an empire and hand me the keys, just to prove he didn't see me as a line item.The wall I'd built behind my ribs for weeks groaned, cracked, and finally came down.I reached out, sliding my fingers through his hair.He went still beneath my touch, his breath catching like a man who thought he was dreaming."Lift your head, Tyson," I said softly.He li

RosemarieI woke up slow and warm, wrapped in a ridiculous amount of comfort.The duvet was pulled high over my shoulders, and a muscular arm was draped across my waist like it owned me. Tyson was still out cold beside me, his jaw pressed into my neck, his breath puffing against my collarbone.I didn't move. I didn't want to break it.I lifted my hand into the morning light instead, watching the black diamond on my finger catch the glow. It wasn't sparkly like glass — it had this deep, shadowy shine that felt permanent.Fiancée. To Tyson Carrillo.A month ago I was throwing up in a clinic sink waiting to die, while Rex paraded his mistress around my old house. Now I was engaged to a man who ripped up an empire just to hear me say yes.I tried to slide my legs out from under the covers — pregnancy bladder, fun stuff — but the second my toes hit the floor, the arm around my waist snapped tight."Where do you think you're going?" Tyson rumbled against my ear, voice wrecked with sleep."Ba