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He had no idea that the woman warming his bed was worth more than his entire pack. He had no idea that the "pathetic" wife he'd discarded could buy and sell him a hundred times over. He had no idea that "Phantom"—the genius everyone wanted to recruit, the legend no one could find—was currently sitting in a $49 motel room with tear tracks on her face and vengeance in her heart. Liora stirred, her grief transmuting into something sharper. Something hungrier. Show them, she whispered. Show them all. I closed the laptop and lay back on the lumpy motel bed, staring at the water-stained ceiling. Tomorrow, I would become someone new. Tomorrow, I would start the process of burning my old life to ash

"I never approved of you and Natalie being together. It was Natalie who insisted, and I was forced to agree. But now you've made her cry every day. You need to go to my house and apologize to her on your knees." Although Aidan never went to college, since his business started to see some success, no one dared to slap him in the face when he was out and about. At that moment, as he faced the curious gazes of the employees around him, Aidan once again felt the sensation of what it was like when he first arrived in this city, when he had to humiliate himself just to survive. It was a feeling he had sworn he would never experience again. But here he was, ten years later, feeling the same suffoca

[When do we make the second move? My teammate, as expected, was far more ambitious than the man barking outside. I replied: [No rush.] [Sit back and enjoy the show.] … Before Harry killed me in my previous life, he told me many things. The pain of my death was so intense that most of it had faded from memory. Still, one sentence stayed with me. “If it weren’t for you and the Lane family, Nessa and I could’ve grown old together.” In this life, neither the Lane family nor I would stand in his way.

“He’s sending Daniel’s childhood back to me in pieces.” Lucian sat at the edge of the bed, careful not to crowd me. “He’s sending his version of it.” “That doesn’t make it false.” “No,” Lucian said. “It makes it incomplete.” I looked at him. He continued, “A photograph is not a life, Sera. It’s a second. People can smile inside a second and still be breaking before and after it.” My fingers tightened around the mug. The warmth helped. I liked that it helped.

"You are right, Mom. Grandpa is doing wrong to us. He insults me in every way and compares me to Lucian and then scolds me. These words of Grandpa hurt me a lot, they hurt my ego a lot. I can't stand it when he compares me to a cripple trash. If Lucian had died in the plane crash that day, we wouldn't have to endure all this today. If he had been with his parents that day, I would have been the owner of Center Group of Corporation. If Grandpa hadn't stopped Lucian from going with his parents that day, we wouldn't have to endure all this today. Lucian would have died in the plane crash with his parents a long time ago. It will remain a regret for my whole life that Lucian is still alive and m

"I protected the wrong woman! I chose her over Isabel, thinking it was for the best!" Lucian sank to the floor, his head in his hands, tears streamed down his face. The memories of Isabel flooded his mind, each one a dagger to his heart. He remembered the times he had hurt her, six years ago, without knowing she was carrying his child. The regret was almost too much to bear. "I hurt her," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I hurt her when she needed me the most."

His journey to healing had been a solitary one, and it had led him to the point where our paths had intersected. As Lucian's words trailed off, a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability washed over me. He had bared his soul, unveiling the depths of his past wounds, and I felt privileged to have been granted such insight into his journey. My heart went out to him, knowing that the scars of his past still lingered, shaping the person he had become. In that moment, a sense of clarity washed over me. Lucian's past with Diana was not a threat to our future, but rather a testament to his resilience and capacity to love. I reached out, my hand seeking his, intertwining our fingers in a silent displa

But then he let out a breath, one that seemed to carry the weight of years. Lucian’s gaze fell back to the pendant. “Sometimes I think that way, that if I had done things differently, she’d still be here,” he said again but this time around, his tone flat, devoid of emotion. But I knew better. This was how Lucian coped—burying his guilt under layers of cold detachment. I swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. “Regrets won’t bring her back, Lucian.” He let out a hollow chuckle, one that made my skin crawl. “No, they won’t,” he agreed. His fingers closed around the pendant, and for a moment, he looked like he might break it. But then, he set it down on the desk, almost gently.

“But don’t forget something, King. She chose me once.” Lucian’s eyes flashed. The air shifted instantly, thickening, darkening, like the sky itself was bracing. “Oh, I didn’t forget,” he said softly. “I remember every detail.” He took another step closer. “You rejected her. You replaced her. You let her bleed alone.” Each word was a blade. His voice sharpened. “You don’t get credit for regrets.” My wolf surged forward violently, snapping against my control. “That’s enough,” I growled. “Say one more word and……”

Then, after a tense silence, he spoke. "What… did you just say?" His voice was quieter now, almost hesitant, as if he was hoping he had misheard me. But I wasn’t going to take it back. I had already said it. There was no point in pretending I hadn’t. So I lifted my gaze, looked him directly in the eyes, and repeated myself. "I said I’m tired of all this, Lucian. I regret everything. I regret ever signing that damn contract. I regret walking into this mess. And I…" My voice wavered slightly, but I forced the words out. "I just want it to end."