Come Back To Me: Billionaire’s Regret
Three years after our breakup, I never thought I would see Connor Rogers again.
He was no longer the ordinary man I knew; he was now untouchable, the head of a powerful corporation.
And me? I was broke, scrambling every day just to survive.
Every ounce of my pain traced back to him.
I once loved him with everything I had. Now that love had curdled into hate.
I straddled him, naked, and drove him wild with desire.
I leaned down and 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’d rehearsed a hundred times, until it looked real.
No one saw what lay behind it: my mother’s death, and the child I lost at eight months. Our child.
Connor’s fiancée once destroyed me, simply because I still loved him.
But she can’t touch me anymore.
Now he was the one begging me to come back, heartbroken, even willing to defy his family for me.
When he held out a massive diamond ring and asked me to marry him, I hesitated.