All Chapters of TOO LATE TO REGRET, EX-HUSBAND: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The yellow paper with the dark red wax seal looked like something straight out of an old history book."My father is dead," Arthur said, his jaw locked tight. "His signature doesn't mean a thing on my land."Prince Julian took a slow step forward, holding the paper out between two dark leather gloves. "Your father signed this blood contract thirty years ago in London, Arthur. He traded his royal standing and took millions in startup money from my mother to build your family's empire in America."Duchess Eleanor crossed her arms over her green wool coat, her thin lips twisting into a cold smile. "In exchange for that money, Edward Sinclair swore on his family name that his firstborn grandson would serve as the primary heir of the High Court. That heir is my son, Julian."My blood ran completely cold. I stepped down off the porch, standing right next to Arthur on the gravel driveway. The morning sun felt hot on my skin, but inside I was freezing."Leo is my son," I said, looking Eleanor

The air in the living room turned ice-cold.Arthur reacted instantly. He pushed me and the children behind his broad back, his right hand moving straight under his dark suit jacket.The amber glow from the crackling fireplace danced across the dark walls, making the approaching shadow look long and terrifying on the wooden floorboards.Click. Click. Click.The sharp sound of designer high heels echoed through the dark, quiet hallway. A tall, gorgeous woman stepped into the warm firelight.She wore a long white trench coat, sharp red lipstick, and oversized sunglasses pushed up onto her dark, wavy hair. She had the exact same sharp chin and ice-blue eyes as my toxic ex-husband, Adrian Kingsley."Who are you?" Arthur growled, his voice deep and lethal as he stepped between her and our family. "And how did you get past my front gate?"The woman let out a small, musical laugh. She casually slid her slender hands into her coat pockets, looking around our grand living room with pure disgust

My breath caught in my chest as the dark barrel of the gun pointed straight at Arthur’s heart.The deafening fire alarm screeched through the executive suite of St. Matthew Medical Center, bathed in flashing red emergency lights. Cold night rain poured through the shattered glass balcony doors, soaking the expensive hardwood floor in seconds. The metallic smell of ozone, rain, and raw danger filled the air."Arthur, move!" I screamed, my voice raw as I instinctively threw my body toward him.Arthur didn't even flinch. Before the gunman could squeeze the trigger, my husband lunged forward like a striking predator. He grabbed the mercenary's wrist with both hands, twisting it violently downward with a sickening CRACK!The gunman roared in pain as his silenced pistol clattered onto the slick floor. Arthur didn't slow down for a single second. He followed up with a brutal right hook straight to the man's jaw, sending him crashing down like a sack of lead bricks."Vance, secure the door!"

The line went dead with a cold, sharp click.I stared at the black phone screen in my trembling hand. My chest was heaving so hard I could barely draw air into my lungs."She has her on a boat," I gasped, looking up at Arthur through a blur of hot tears. "Arthur, she’s going to hurt our baby!"Arthur didn't panic. His dark eyes turned into two solid pieces of black ice. He knelt down in front of me, taking my ice-cold face in his large, warm hands."Look at me, Vivian," Arthur commanded softly, his voice firm and steady as a mountain. "Emma is strong. She’s your daughter. We are going to walk onto that pier, and we are going to bring her back home.""Mommy, don't go!" Leo cried, wrapping his small arms tightly around my waist. "Don't let the bad lady take you too!"I bent down, kissing the top of my son's head while tears dropped into his dark hair. "I have to get your sister, Leo. Nurse Sarah is going to stay right here with you. You're the man of the house now, okay?"Leo wiped his

The ocean lit up in a towering column of orange flame and thick black smoke.The blast ripped through the stern of the luxury yacht, shattering the glass windows on the upper deck and cutting the heavy diesel engines dead. The vessel shuddered violently, listing hard to its left as dark ocean water began pouring into the breached hull.Inside the helicopter, the heavy roar of the rotor blades vibrated through the floorboards."Target disabled!" Chief Vance shouted from the open doorway, holding his tactical harness. "The vessel is taking on water fast, Mr. Sinclair!"Arthur didn't say a word. He handed the empty flare launcher back to Vance, his face carved out of solid granite. Rain lashed against his face as he looked down at the burning boat below us."Bring us down on the helipad deck," Arthur ordered the pilot over his headset. "Vance, you and two men come with me. Harrison, stay here with Vivian and Emma.""Arthur, wait!" I cried out, stepping forward and clutching his wet arm.