Romans & histoires After The Broken Engagement Mr. Brook Was Filled With Regret

His voice grew agitated, "She was jealous of your position, jealous that you were going to be my bride! She deliberately destroyed the token, she poisoned my mind against you, said so many terrible things about you! I was... I wasn't thinking straight, I was deceived by her!" He took a step forward, those blue eyes trying to radiate what he thought of as charm. "Lillian, please believe me! I did have feelings for you. Otherwise, why would I have agreed to the engagement, right? The blame for all this lies with Carla! I've thrown her out of the family! She's at your mercy!"

I blurted. He laughed bitterly. “Why is that, right? Do whatever it takes, Hernandez. She ran after you so many times, it's time for you to break a sweat too.” “You're buying," he pointed to the glasses and left. I stood there drinking and remembering the night everything started to go wrong. The night I broke Sofia's heart for the first time and all the other times I did it again and again over the years. Yeah, maybe I really needed to make things right.

Two large guards dragged Romina out and dumped her on the street like garbage. The door shut in her face. For the rest of her life, that door never opened for her again. Word that the Hales and Bennetts had broken off the engagement spread across the entire East Coast. Everyone laughed that the Dons of two great families had been played for fools by one wicked woman. When a Don's authority showed a crack, the bloodthirsty came knocking. Other families began chipping away at Hale and Bennett territory, some openly, some in the shadows.

The words burned at the back of my throat. But after a moment, I swallowed them down. There was no point in starting a war now. He seemed to notice my reaction because the corners of his lips lifted into a small smile. “I know you're probably thinking it's too early.” He raised a hand in mock surrender as he walked toward me. “And I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said it.” I blinked. Were my ears deceiving me, or was Mr. Devereaux actually apologizing? He was definitely more interesting than his son.

He didn’t resist. But he didn’t look away either. His eyes stayed on mine until the very last second. Until the door closed. Until he disappeared. And I was left alone. With nothing but glass. And silence. And the feeling that something inside my marriage had already died. Outside the building… a black car waited. Luca stood beside it. Watching. Smiling faintly. As if everything was unfolding exactly the way he expected.

The priest's firm tone does the trick. His eyes meet mine. For a split second, I see a flicker of regret, maybe. Then it's gone. "I..I can't," his voice cracks. "I can't marry Cecily. My heart belongs to someone else." Someone else? The words don't make sense. I replay them once. Twice. My brain refuses to process. This...it can't be. Bruno loves me. Only me. I'm sure of that. There's no one else, no one at all, in the past seven years. He assured me of his love earlier today, promised me forever, and received Mum's blessings.

Brook is one of the few who voted in her favor and support her by continuing to do business with them even after her mother's death "I am guessing this is Mrs. Hugh?"Mrs. Brook asked to be sure and Laura nodded her head in affirmation, Laura signal to her to greet her "Mrs. Brook, I am much honored to meet you in person"Mrs. Hugh said excitedly, she can't believe she get to talk to the high and mighty Mrs. Brook "My pleasure I am quite surprised to hear that your son end up conquering our Laura" she said disappointedly. She has hoped that one day Laura will break up with Avan and marry her son instead but everything about her marriage happened so fast that she did not have a chance to do any

I may have attempted to fool others before, but she was my mate and there was nothing I had to be ashamed of. When I did break the kiss, I didn’t bother standing up. I just looked over Brook’s shoulder and found my mother, father, and my brother standing just inside of the room. Shock and confusion resonated across my mother’s face, boredom across my father's, and delight across my brother’s. Looking back at Brook, she had a slight blush across her cheeks but she was still facing me. I didn’t want anyone to see that they got to her or that she should feel ashamed for anything. She did nothing wrong.

"Senator Brook, I heard that your daughter was kidnapped. She must be quite frightened. I got hold of a millennium-old ginseng. I'll have it delivered tomorrow to help your daughter recover." Mr. White on the other end spoke with flattery, his voice almost bursting out of the phone. Brady found it strange. Mr. White had previously mocked and ridiculed him, saying that Reginald was just playing with Coral. How did his attitude change so suddenly? Thinking about this, Brady politely replied, "Thank you, Mr. White." "No problem at all. I used to have a narrow perspective. Senator Brook, please don't take offense. By the way, may I ask if the marriage between Miss Brook and Mr. Wordsworth has al

Not once. “Why isn’t he drinking?” Lady Walfson snapped. “You brewed it exactly the way he likes it?” “I crushed the fireleaf myself,” Sepharine replied softly. “It’s still warm.” “Well, he needs to *see* that.” Swallowing, Sepharine moved across the ballroom. The music faltered. The air cracked with whispers. “That’s the bride?” “A maid, can you imagine?” “She must’ve caught him in some compromising position.” “I heard he’s not even—”