From Prisoner To Phoenix His Regret Novels & Stories

“Don’t apologize, Father. You’ve been through so much. I’m just glad you are alive.” But then, my father’s gaze darkens, and he looks at me with a mixture of regret and sorrow. “I’ve wronged you, Phoenix. I see that now. I should have seen it sooner. All the things I did to you, for the arranged mating with Dylan for my selfish reasons, for pushing you away…I was blinded by my greed and pride, by my insecurities…I’m sorry.” Phoenix feels a pang in her chest at his words. “Father, it’s okay. I understand Better now. I’m strong because of what I’ve been through. And I learned to stand on my own.”

But no, Phoenix put his foot down so hard I’m surprised his boot didn’t go right through the floor. He acted as though I was asking for the world and being an ungrateful brat, but I knew my life wasn’t normal, and all I wanted was to fit in, to be able to dream of a future outside the prison my home had become. I wanted what the women in my books had. A job, a little home of my own, to make my own decisions about my life. It felt like that would never happen, like I would be stuck in those four walls for the rest of my life, and I resented him for holding me back.

Phoenix stood nearby, arms crossed, eyes glinting with something unreadable. “You look beautiful,” he added as he walked over to take his seat. Heat rushed to my face. Did he watch the display just now? “Thank you.” I took my seat quickly. “I… I’m grateful,” I said, glancing at him. “I didn’t think you’d actually bring him.” “You made one request,” Phoenix replied calmly. “I would’ve fulfilled it no matter what.” I stared at him. Maybe Phoenix wasn’t as heartless as I’d thought. Maybe he was a good person, trapped in a family that believed themselves superior to every other race. Born into cruelty. Raised in it. Did that excuse it? I didn’t know.

Jasper sneered, "Who are you to speak here? The CEO and shareholder of your company are right here. What makes you think you can say anything to me?" His cold, sharp words made Lynn, who had been pretending to sob, burst into actual tears. Lorenzo didn't dare to protest. He just pulled her away. I stood there, frozen, watching the once proud man scramble in front of Jasper. Suddenly, I felt like all those seven years had been wasted. Lorenzo was once so confident. Now he was just pathetic. As he left, I realized that the man who once mattered to me was now gone. Jasper took me to his private room, where I wiped my tears and thanked him.

My body arched, every nerve lighting up as the mark took shape — not forced, but welcomed. A bond reforged, willingly. And when it was done, he cradled me in his arms like something sacred. We lay like that for what felt like hours. No words. Just the rhythm of two broken souls beginning to heal. FREYA’S POV From the shadows of her cell, I watched the torches flicker against the wall. They thought I was finished. They thought bars could hold me. Fools. A voice came from the far corner. Male. Familiar.

"There's an international conference tomorrow, and I need you to attend." Then, he turned and walked away, looking disappointed. Watching his retreating figure, I couldn't help but recall how he used to be—bright, full of energy, like a little sun that lit up my life. Now, I was being so cruel to him. Guilt gnawed at me. For a moment, I wavered. But in the end, reason won over emotions. I decided to drop the matter for now. I should wait a little longer. At the very least, I had to finalize my divorce with Henry first.

His life—once perfectly structured and enviable—suddenly felt meaningless. The mansion that once symbolized prestige now felt like a prison. Every corner echoed with ghosts—his mother’s absence, his father’s deceit, and Zara’s broken trust. For the first time in years, Regan Kareem felt something he never thought he would—regret. He picked up his phone again, opened Zara’s chat, and typed: “I’ll fix this. Somehow.” But again, his thumb hovered over the send button, and he sighed. He locked the phone and placed it face-down on the table. The screen went dark—just like the space growing inside him.

"The marriage? The life you had before?" I considered it honestly. "I regret that someone took the choice away from me. I regret the cruelty of how it ended and the people who got hurt in the process." I looked at him. "But if none of it had happened I wouldn't be standing here right now. So I don't know how to regret it cleanly." He stepped closer, closing most of the distance between us. "I'm glad you're standing here right now." "I know," I said softly. "I'm starting to be glad too."

Juna whispered hoarsely, his voice catching in a throat that suddenly felt unbearably dry. The letter slipped from his grasp and drifted onto the marble floor, accompanied by the collapse of the tall man's final defenses. Juna fell to his knees beside the bed, clutching the sheets where their wedding ring lay. Tears of overwhelming regret finally streamed down his face. The man howled in frustration within the silence of the empty room, realizing that his ignorance and foolishness had driven away the woman he loved most, leaving him to rot in endless regret.

"You can't hold me out of my will. You can't do that!" Henry chuckled. "Watch me." He simply waved at Martins and Lauren was dragged now towards the guest room. “Diana will never come back to you!” she shouted over her shoulder as she was pulled away. “Never!” Her laughter echoed down the hallway until the door shut behind them. Silence fell heavily over the living room. Henry stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then the anger drained out of him, leaving something much worse behind. Regret. He exhaled slowly and sank back into the couch. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared down at the floor.