Come Back To Me: Billionaire’s Regret
Three years after our breakup, I never thought I’d see Connor Rogers again.
He was no longer the ordinary man I once knew.
Now, he was the head of a powerful corporation.
And me? I was broke, scraping by every day just to survive.
All the love I once felt for him had turned into hatred, every ounce of pain tracing back to him.
I straddled him, naked, driving him wild with desire.
Leaning down, I whispered in his ear,
“Give me the contract.”
The moment his eyes clouded over, I knew I had won.
The smile I gave him was one I had rehearsed a hundred times, until it looked real.
No one could see what lay behind it: my mother’s death, and the baby I lost at eight months in my womb—our child.
Now he was begging me to come back, even defying his family for me.
But I... hesitated.