Lucian’s Regret Novels & Stories

He asked, growing more and more despondent. It was an anomalous situation as his help only made me flare. "I feel like pushing you off a yacht!" I snapped at the yacht, trying to make him recall some memories. I still had my face. Why was he pretending like I was wearing a mask? Or was he suffering from memory loss? "I'm sorry about that... I got too carried away" he apologized, referring to the embrace, and I was too stunned to speak. Dante never apologizes, he always claims right as though he was never wrong. What was wrong with me? I should leave and not stay here.

"You can’t be serious." I looked away, unable to meet his eyes. "You really think Lucian would feel guilty? That he’d suddenly see the error of his ways and beg you for forgiveness?" Justin’s voice turned cold. "Lyla, let me remind you why Lucian married you in the first place." I stiffened.

Adrian gets up and starts leaving. He can feel the weight of her words echoing in his mind. The bitterness in her voice cuts deep. “People forget after committing mistakes, but they definitely get the fruits of their deeds; I see only regrets in your fate.” she screamed. He knows she's right. As Adrian walks away, he can't shake off the feeling of guilt and regret that now consumes him. He knows he has hurt her deeply, and the consequences of his actions are now staring him in the face. The harsh reality of his mistakes hits him like a ton of bricks, and he realizes that he may never be able to make things right again. The words of the woman he once loved haunt him as he walks away, knowing

His tone dropped an octave—cold, final. The woman hurried out, her heels clicking down the hallway. When the sound faded, Lucian sat on the edge of his bed and pressed a hand over his face. For the first time in years, he couldn’t make his mind go quiet. And it infuriated him. He leaned back, staring at the ceiling, exhaling through clenched teeth. “Porca miseria, Aurelia…” he muttered under his breath. The name lingered like smoke. And for a man who’d built his empire on control, it was the most dangerous feeling of all.

She even threatened suicide multiple times, demanding that he marry her. Over time, Marcus not only made major mistakes at work but also failed to resolve basic flaws in his research results. Just like that, he got fired from the hospital. I looked at the countless messages Marcus had sent me, all filled with regret. [Honey, I was wrong. I shouldn't have made decisions on my own just because I felt sorry for Hannah's poor health.] [Honey, please respond to me. I'm begging you.] [The hospital's going to fire me. Honey, can you help me contact your professor?]

XENIA’S POV Lio turned slowly, his face pale but his voice steady. “The Luna does not sit with you,” he said, his words falling like stones into still water. “That is your mistake, not hers.” The silence that followed was heavy, as though the room itself had stopped breathing. Every pair of eyes turned to him, and then to me. I felt my chest tighten. Not with fear. With something I could not name — a strange mix of pride and sorrow. CATTY’S POV Cerra’s expression hardened. “What did you say?” she demanded.

"You could have just told me. We could have run together." "Run where?" he laughed, a bitter, dry sound. "The Vanes have eyes everywhere. The only way to win was to make them think I was broken. A man who has nothing left to lose is a man they stop watching. If you were with me, I would always have something to lose." "You still have me to lose," I said, leaning forward until my breath hit the back of his neck. "And you have... him. Or her." Lucian went rigid. He turned around suddenly, grabbing my wrists. His eyes were tortured, swirling with a storm of regret and desire.

It was etched in his bones, and it had been his ruin. Fortunately, really, Fortunately, that face had appeared before him again. Like a drowning rat with no savior in sight, Finn desperately clung to his rare light, hoping to return to safe ground. Even though he knew he wasn't worth it. But then again, he had always been known to be a greedy person. Why else would he hurt so many people? "Lucian..." He called. "I regret it. I regretted it so much. And... I keep regretting it every day." From the moment he received that call, what he felt was a deep regret.

I begged, tears slipping down my cheek. Lucian remained motionless, he blinked his eyes repeatedly as though he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His eyes flickered with conflict. “I lost my father today. I lost my child today. And Cassandra... she might never wake up," the words tasted like poison on my tongue. "I already hate myself for what happened to our baby. Please, Lucian... don't make me stand outside this room while I lose Vivienne too." For a moment, Lucian looked away. His fists tightened, then loosened, and then tightened again. I could see the battle happening inside him.

Until we reached my room. He pushed the door open gently. Then stepped inside. Carefully lowering me onto the bed. Soft. Safe. Quiet. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Neither of us moved. The silence stretched. Heavy. Meaningful. Then finally “I’m sorry,” Lucien said quietly. His voice sounded rough. Genuine. Real. Not forced. Not cold. Just honest. I looked up at him slowly. And for the first time tonight… I saw regret in his eyes.