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

“I don’t want him. I choose you.” He gave a broken smile. “Then why didn’t you pull away?” “He texted me to come there just to show me out much he had you wrapped around his finger. ” Bruno inhaled sharply. “I wish things were different, Mia. I really do. But I can’t fight a ghost from your past. Especially not one you clearly haven’t let go of.” “Bruno…” He turned, opened the car door, gently placed Fiona inside, then got in without looking at me again. The SUV pulled out of the parking lot slowly, and I watched the taillights fade into the dark street until they disappeared completely.

"Just Aria is fine. Ethan and I—our mate bond is completely over." "And right after it ended, you got together with my brother and got engaged?" The pressure in his tone was unmistakable. His interrogation made my scalp prickle with nerves. My mind raced, trying to come up with something that would make sense. But no matter how I wanted to spin it, everything I could say sounded bad. I thought about it from every angle, but there was no way to make it sound good. So I decided to just tell him the truth. "I met Cameron before I severed the mate bond, so yeah... I wasn't faithful to it. But I don't regret any of it."

Her eyes suddenly reddened, and she mumbled, "I don't want to just be Frank's little sister. But, if it's Frank's wish, I'll respect him..." As she spoke, Frank's brows slowly furrowed, clearly in disbelief. Before her words were fully out, Madam Smith smacked Frank on the head. "Did you hear that? Even if I agreed, your grandfather wouldn't!" "See, that's how reasonable Madam Smith is!" Suddenly, Mrs. Shaw entered, touched Lily's cheek, and said softly, "Don't worry, Frank has waited for you for so many years. He's just joking about the breakup. How could he really break off the engagement?"

The glorious was an irony. All three of them crashed heavily with their knees on the ground, staining it with their blood and sweat and I stared between with a mixture of emotions. — Anger, disappointment, and readiness. I raised my hand and the hall went silent at once. I brought my hand back down to realize there was one sound that hadn’t gone quiet. The sound of Ralph growling. I smiled again. “I don’t regret anything! I want you to know this Isla!” Ralph bawled, struggling against the chains that were retraining him. “You deserve to die!”

"I love Fiona, and I would love to marry her." "What!" Sabrina yelled. "Hey! Don't tell me you've been fucking this slut." Mr. Brooks gasped heavily. I pulled away from Alexander and administered an injection to calm his temper. I reached out for a glass of water, but he knocked it off furiously, making the glass shatter. "I brought you in, but you seduced my son?" The broken glass had pierced my skin. Alexander ran, trying to stop the bleeding. Anna took Mr. Brooks inside, and I watched with all the comfort in my heart, though pretending to suffer from the pain. Yes, Mr. Brooks, feel the pain of your own son turning his back on you.

“What are you trying to do?” Adam chuckled, then turned to my mother. “Madam Scott, it is understandable that Jensen is angry with me. You do not know, do you? Jensen broke up with Chelsea because Chelsea got together with me. Jensen caught us red‑handed. We were in his rental house, naked on the bed…” “Shut up!” I lunged at him and tried to cover his mouth, but it was too late. My mother’s eyes turned bloodshot. She could not take it. Her mouth opened and closed, but only hoarse gasps came out.

Brooke questioned, unable to fathom the faulty logic. “Brooke…” Greg spoke, quite exasperated, but wasn’t able to complete his sentence as Brooke interrupted him. “Shut the hell up. I can’t believe I was going to marry you,” Brooke said, her voice breaking a bit. She couldn’t even look at the man. Just the thought of standing near the man made her nauseous. She was disgusted with him. She walked out of the bathroom and straight into the hall when she heard Greg yelling after her. “That’s just it, isn’t it? Throw a fit like the bitch that you are and walk out. That’s exactly your style.” Greg rushed after her.

Brooks’ POV I'd lost high profile cases. Been cheated on. Embarrassed and divorced. And still nothing hurt like seeing Damien come from that hallway with a shit-eating grin with Virginia soon to follow behind. But she wasn't alone and she wasn't as fresh faced as she had been with me after I nearly made her come a few months prior. Instead, she was almost...mourning. It had to have been the guilt as she wrapped her fingers between Landon's as Aimee pulled my attention back to the beach through the living room window. I tried to think about anything but how bold Virginia could be with her best friend's boyfriend. In my house. After we shared that moment on the beach. After the interaction at

“First of Diane and Reign just shut up if you want to have a roof over your heads.” Then he looked at her with cold, disgusted eyes .“You’ve embarrassed this family for the last time, once with one of my wealthy friends. Mr. Thompson. Now this?” “That wasn’t me!” Brooke said, almost begging. “It was Harper. She wore my clothes, she sent—” “Stop lying!” he roared. “You’ve always been a problem. Always craving attention.” Diane tried to speak again, but he silenced her with one look. “River and I have been talking to weeks. His biggest regret was marrying you but unfortunately we had to do it at the time, now Harper is back and ready to take what is rightfully hers. She is Mrs. Gray’’

Not one person cared about how the bride felt. Now, as Joanna stood in the ballroom, guests looked at her with either pity or disdain. Their voices cut through the air like knives—cold, sharp, and unrelenting. "Looks like Mr. Brook finally came to his senses. How could an orphan girl ever be good enough for him?" "Told you he was just toying with her. The one he'd actually marry was always going to be Ms. Cooper." "They grew up together and are both from powerful families—now that's a perfect match."