After The Broken Engagement Mr. Brook Was Filled With Regret Novels & Stories

My head started to ache from all the possibilities running wild in my head. "Madam," my Spanish maid Sophia called me out, running toward me and saying, "Madam, he has come." She said while panting. "Sir is home." In a second I was up and running towards the door. When I reached the door, it burst open and entered a very drunk Adam, who was supported by John. Seeing the scenario in front of me, I didn't know either to be happy that he was home or to be worried because he was drunk, because Adam never gets drunk on weekdays, especially this drunk that he can't even walk straight.

Brooklyn sat in stony silence, watching him through the glass, her expression unreadable. She wasn't waiting for an apology for being abandoned in the driveway; she was waiting for the marriage certificate that would finally end her ties to the James family. Preston tapped lightly on the window; the sound was sharp against the rhythmic thrum of the rain on the roof. When she finally rolled the window down, the damp air rushed in, but it wasn't as cold as the resolve in her eyes. Preston leaned against the door, the rain soaking into his shoulders as he struggled to meet her eyes and said, "Brooklyn, please forgive my sister’s behaviour. I allowed her to do as she pleased because I didn't wan

Lorenzo used to kiss that spot, telling me it was my own special mark. In that heartbeat, the fantasy died. The heir to the Caruso family, a man who wouldn't blink after taking three bullets in a street war, felt his knees buckle. He hit the concrete floor hard. "Agh—!!!" An animalistic howl ripped from his throat as the tears finally broke. He reached out to hold me, then pulled back, his hands trembling in the air, too terrified to touch the broken thing I’d become. "I’m sorry... Elena... I’m so sorry..."

Brooke leaves her alone and comes out of the room. She doesn't know how to react to seeing him like this. Did she feel hurt? Yes. She felt broken at this moment. The truth blows her world. If she knew from the beginning he didn't love her anymore. She never tried to be with him. But why do things turn out to be this cruel? After half an hour later, finally Angela came out of Erish's room. She's not crying anymore and her tears soaked on her cheeks and left their print. Mr.and Mrs.Brooks saw her and tried to go in front of her.

As Grant reached for the handle, Brooke slammed his hand against the door, blocking the frame. "Stop! Grant, we were raised in the same dens! We shared blood and vows before that... that creature arrived. Are you really going to be this heartless? I’ve been away for years to give you space to heal from the Mars Reed disaster. I stayed in the northern territories so I wouldn't upset your recovery. And the second we meet, you treat me like a stray?" Grant finally looked at him, but his eyes were like frozen lakes. "Move." Brooke’s scent spiked with anxiety. This wasn't going according to the plan. "It was Mars who broke the bond! He’s the one who asked for the divorce! He’s the one who walked

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

But I had to be stubborn about everything. “Why didn’t you stop it?” asked Brook who was walking beside me, making sure that I was going to the hospital to get checked out. I didn’t know why she wanted to do that when she knew that I would be healed by now. Even though I would be left with nasty scars from the fire. “What are you talking about?” I felt sorry for her, it must feel really bad being mated to a man whose heart belonged to another. Let alone being pregnant for him and finding out that he was grieving the loss of his first child.

"Brooke, I'm already married, and you're about to get engaged. Whatever feelings I had for you are now in the past. Let's just go about our lives by ourselves." I set down the documents on her desk and turned to leave. "Theros, if I said… that I regret it now, are you willing to come back to me?" I turned around in confusion. I didn't think I'd see such a pathetic look on Brooke's usually haughty face. "But Brooke," I thought, "It's impossible for us to go back anymore." … While I was still preparing everything for Brooke's and Gaston's engagement party, I was suddenly informed that it was now canceled.

Caroline’s POV: The silence was long and nail-biting, but soon enough, Harry had his answer. “Give me time to think it over,” he said at last, “If she is as scheming and manipulative as you said, I doubt she would allow this deal to end so easily.” Although he was firm in his belief, his tone had softened considerably. It sparked hope in me for what was to come. The front door suddenly burst open and Brook barged in, a bag sling over his shoulder and a smile on his face. “Mia, babe, you have no idea what just happened at work. It’s the funniest thing, I’ll tell ya!”

Misty’s voice trembled softly at the altar, like she was afraid of saying the wrong thing. The officiant smiled, glancing at both of them. “If anyone here objects to this union, speak now, or forever hold your peace.” A small ripple of laughter went through the guests. Someone coughed. Then silence fell again. A moment passed. Then a voice came from the back. Calm. Clear. “I do.” The sound wasn’t loud, but it carried. Heads turned. A few people stood up. Someone’s glass slipped and shattered quietly on the grass.