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“Do you think Elara would forgive me, if she knew what I did?” “I don’t know,” Milo said, his gaze hardening. “But I’m sure if she got the choice, she won't be choosing to know you anymore.” Lucian let out a broken laugh, his voice hoarse with grief. “I knew. I knew she wouldn’t. She’s dead.” Milo remained silent for a moment, then asked, “What else do you want from me?” Lucian’s voice cracked as he spoke. “Maybe… maybe tell my parents I failed them. Tell them to forget I was ever their son, that they raised my brother right. He’ll take over the family business when he’s old enough. I was their lost hope.”

"I just... what if they regret it now? What if they're looking for you, wanting to make amends?" Lucian's eyes flashed with something dark. "Then I hope they never find me. Because if they do..." He trailed off, but his meaning was clear. "You can't mean that," I whispered, though part of me understood his anger. "Can't I?" He reached over and turned the page of the diary. "Look at this." I gasped at the image before me. It was far more detailed than the previous drawings, showing real artistic skill, but what it depicted...

It actually annoyed him more than it should have. "Do you regret it?" he asked. "Coming back?" "Every day," I said. "Look at me. I’ve got no job, no life, nothing. In Paris, I was doing fine. Now? I’m just a punchline." Lucian actually looked concerned. "I'm sorry," he said. He sounded like he actually meant it. I looked at him, surprised. "Why are you apologizing? It wasn't you." "I don't think Nicholas is the only one to blame for your life turning out like this," he admitted.

Scarlett’s POV The silence that followed his words was deafening. His vulnerability, his brokenness, and his determination all hung in the air, leaving me to decide if this man—flawed and remorseful, but deeply committed—was someone I could risk my heart for again. Lucian’s voice was sincere, each word laced with raw emotion and heavy with self-doubt. I could feel the weight he carried, the way he had internalized every failure, every moment he thought he’d let me down. His remorse wasn’t performative; it was tangible, bleeding into the space between us. Lucian wasn’t just apologizing—he was laying himself bare, stripped of pride, offering himself wholly, ready to rebuild the pieces of what

"Apologies, but I don't want a man who's poor, impotent, and useless either." I had thought that Timothy would throw a fit of rage. However, he just smacked himself in the face and said, "You're right. I am useless. I didn't cherish what I had. I'll do anything you want as long as you forgive me." "I'm never going to marry someone who betrayed me in both lifetimes, Timothy. I'll never forgive you either." Timothy was shocked. "You… How could this be? Were you reborn, too?" I had no need to pretend in front of him anymore. "Yes, I was reborn. I've never forgotten how you treated me in my previous life. Just looking at you makes me sick to the core!"

I said. Eloise blinked at me several times, disbelief plain in her eyes. “But five years ago…” she trailed off. “Five years ago was a different man, Eloise. And I regret it, every single day. And now that you’re back, I don’t want carrying my mark be the reason for me to lose you all over again,” My voice cracked and I looked away. My heart is sinking as memories of the past’s events came flooding back into my mind. Her scandal, her father, and that damn rotten pig I had locked up and released my frustrations to for what he did to my mate. Everything…

"I just think… he might truly regret it." "He deserves it," Damian's voice was devoid of emotion. "When he publicly rejected you two years ago, did he consider your feelings?" "Now that he regrets it, why should you forgive him?" "Elena," Damian cupped my face. His kisses landed on my brow, my nose, my lips. "You are my Luna, my only one." "You don't need to worry about anyone else's feelings. As long as I'm by your side, you can do whatever you want." "Understand?"

"They've stolen your life! Your fucking royalty life! You used to be a fucking prince of fucking Crescent Prowlers. Your ancestors were the most loyal members of the King Czar the Great's Cabinet! Now, look at you! You have to take care of my horses while I'm hunting! You have to walk through the back door to get into the fucking Ragnar's Hall! You have to dress me up like a fucking servant! I can't believe that you're blaming your own parents for their death! I mean, why do you always have to be so nice and gentle?! Why haven't I ever seen any resentment or sadness in your fucking eyes?! Why aren't you angry, Lucian?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Lucian looked at me and said, "I dropp

Emily. My life has never been more miserable than it is now, I had thought I had it all. That getting Gwen’s property was my best plan, I had thought I would get away with it but I was wrong. I started regretting my decisions the day after Ian left, I haven’t seen him since then and he hasn’t bothered to come visit either. I kept telling myself that I should not have done what I did, I shouldn’t have taken Jason out of his house that day. I should have closed my eyes to the past—to how he treated me and then moved on with him.

Vica told him, feeling a little bold. Lucian didn’t even think before he flew at the woman, his hand on her throat. Anger blinded him to the fact that she was just telling the truth. Why couldn’t he see that? It wasn’t her fault that he was hiding behind his loss. Vica went still as he tried to choke her to death. Her flesh was soft under his hand. This woman had done nothing to him. Lucian let her go, making sure she was standing on her own two feet before he hung his head. “I am so sorry,” Lucian told her, feeling like he had done more than just grab her. He had let his past take over his life.