Novel & Cerita From Prisoner To Phoenix His Regret

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Two Raphael’s POV After the last phone call, I was determined to take Isaiah down. I would make sure he spent the rest of his life in jail. His words about Jason triggered me in ways I didn’t expect them to. I thought I was over it. I still had to let Tori know that Jason was my son no matter what. The officers didn't want to let me go with them to the warehouse but after much negotiation, they allowed me to go with them. I promised Camilla and Tori to bring both kids back alive.

I turned on my heel, my voice trembling as I finally spoke. “You both will regret this.” I didn’t even know how. I didn’t know what I could do to them, how I could make them feel even a fraction of the pain I felt. But I meant it. I meant every word. Theresa’s mocking laughter filled the room, stopping me in my tracks. “Regret? How?” she sneered. “What exactly are you capable of?” I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. “You have nothing, Alexandria. Everything belongs to Asher now.”

But what he'd done – sacrificing our son, choosing Sarah's happiness over our family – that betrayal cut deeper than any physical infidelity ever could. I swallowed my rage and softened my voice. "Yes, I know you love me," I lied smoothly. "I understand now. And I realized that without you, Marcus and I wouldn't be better off." " I'll let Marcus go to Silver Prison. But," I continued, "if I'm going to lose my son for five years, I need something in return. Let Marcus resume his training before prison. Stop giving me wolfsbane. Return my phone – I need to talk to my sister."

" Noel turned pale, and he no longer dared to say a word. Sophie's last hope was crushed when Noel did nothing. She struggled out of the police's grip with all her might to lunge at Noel and give him a hard slap. Her voice was filled with despair. "Noel Chilton! I didn't expect you to be a weak, useless, and hard-hearted man! I was wrong about you. No wonder Stella Judd doesn't like you. You deserve to be dumped by her and used by me. Hahaha!

the man said, his voice terrifyingly calm, a quiet, ruthless tone that made it infinitely more frightening than shouting ever could have been. "Three weeks, and I still don't have my money." "Reggie, please." Frank's voice cracked, high and pathetic with raw desperation. "I just need a little more time. I'm begging you." "You said that three weeks ago," Reggie said, his eyes devoid of any human pity. "I don't do more time. I do results." "Please!" Vivian sobbed, her entire body trembling in absolute horror. "We don't have it, we swear on our lives we don't have it!"

"I'm really, really sorry, Mr. Shaw. I promise I won't ever show up in your sights. Please, just spare me. Both you and Rachel…" What a joke. I stood up. "Spare you? Mr. Newman, that's my line. You and Rachel should both give me a break. I'm engaged, and a new life awaits me. If you two keep buzzing around like flies, how am I going to have a quiet life?" Zacharias grabbed the leg of my trousers. He pleaded, "Mr. Shaw, please…" He was cut short. Rachel showed up and pulled him away. I had never seen her so livid before.

He turned his back on her once again, completely ignoring her existence and leaving her to scream in frustration alone inside the silent office. Deep within his heart, Mike knew that he had become trapped in an endless labyrinth of regret. His thoughts remained entirely fixated on Elara's name, mourning the departure of the woman he now realized had taken every piece of his soul with her.

I thought that would make him go away and stop bothering me, but he refused to move. “Meadow, you have done the surgery and my father is out of danger now. I can get another doctor to keep an eye on him. I just want to have a chat with you over lunch. Please, Meadow. I want to make everything right between us again. I know you are still angry with me about what happened between us. Please, I want to make it up to you. Just give me a chance,” Matt pleaded desperately. If I were the same Meadow from seven years ago, I would have melted just by seeing him this way. The Matt I used to know would never beg, even if a gun was pointed at his head. He would never beg for his life.

"I know I was wrong. I'll take my punishment. But I can't let her walk. That's not fair." I let out a dry laugh. "Now you care about fair? When you were planning to hurt me, did that word ever come up?" He went quiet. Tears pooled in his eyes. "Anything else?" I stood. "Juliet." His voice cracked. "I'm really sorry. I know it doesn't matter now, but I regret it. Every day." I looked at him. The guy I once thought was perfect now just looked pathetic. "Hampton, regret doesn't rewrite what you did. Your choices caused damage that doesn't disappear." I turned toward the door. "Think about that in prison."

The man who had once looked at me with nothing but resentment was breaking right in front of me. “If only I hadn't been so stupid. If only I haven’t let you go and…” he voice broke more. And in some quiet corner of my heart, I believed him. That the regret was real. He had finally arrived at a reckoning—too late. But regret didn’t erase what he had done. It didn’t change what he was doing now.