Regression Stories Novels & Stories

Work my ass out just to be able to stand out today. How I had sold my house in the midst of it and got scammed only to sleep on the streets? “The only thing that brought me this far is my ex-wife.” I paused. Tears pricked my eyes as I tried so hard to control myself. “My grandmother's dying wish,” I added. I'm sure Marietta could see this right now. Maybe she would give me a chance in her life again. We all make mistakes, and we all deserve a second chance. “You mean Mrs. Lorette Whitmore is dead?” one of the reporters raised the question abruptly.

Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen Camilla’s POV The investigations were going kind of smoothly. Somehow word had gotten out that it was happening so reporters were camping outside the company hoping to get a story. We didn’t want any of it to get out so there wouldn’t be any problems in the company but somehow it did. I could say we were close to catching the culprit. All through all of the mess, I was staying indoors. My grandpa had also been discharged from the hospital but he was still on bed rest. This time around, he wouldn’t return back to work for another month or more.

“You want a place? Who the hell do you think you are?” He didn’t stop until Joanna had completely miscarried. But as a result, the company’s shares plummeted even more, and Jack ended up behind bars for intentional assault. Meanwhile, Cameron never stopped offering his blood for my medicine. When I refused, he would secretly do it anyway. Blood was the foundation of vitality. The boy who had once been full of energy now had sunken eyes and was nothing but skin and bones. Knowing the mistakes he had made in the past, he didn’t dare to face me.

Alessa chuckled and Brook clenched his fist. “I would love to see him try though,” Thane added as he stared at Brook. Brook huffed and stormed out of the living room. “Well, that went well.” Alessa sighed and chuckled. “Mummy, why are you so happy?” Aria asked shd Alessa giggled dramatically. “Because, it's the beginning of the Billionaire’s Regret.”

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

I forced out a smile as I looked up at her. “Are you ready?” She asked, smiling down at me kindly. The answer was yes but I couldn't bring myself to say the words. It felt too real. Just two days ago, I had left the hospital, happy that I was finally pregnant after a year of trying and now I was back trying to get rid of my source of joy. “Mrs Baron?” She questioned, bringing me out of my reverie, this time wit a slight frown. “i’m sorry…” I laughed nervously, unsure what to say to her.

“Oh stop being so dramatic, I absolutely cannot with you. We both laughed, Jane almost choked then downed all her mango juice then got up to get more. “So…..are you sure you want to tell him today? I mean you can wait and just think about it” Jane said placing her juice on the table and taking her seat, Jane never even asked if I wanted to keep the baby or not, she knew I was going to keep it, after losing one baby and falling into depression, she knew I wouldn’t have the guts to terminate this baby.

The caption beneath them glowed: Cobbs family silent as scandal grows. My stomach lurched. The anchor’s voice droned on, filling the space with rehearsed outrage. Words like collapse. Words like unstable. Words like scandal. Then a reel of images followed. Me at the hotel lobby yesterday, my knees buckling, strangers circling, cameras flashing. I saw my own body crumpled on the tiles as though it belonged to someone else, as though I had died and the world had already turned me into a story. Every headline struck like a blow. Cobbs heiress unfit. Ava seen staggering in public. Rumors of addiction. Sources confirm collapse was not the first. Unconfirmed reports of institutionalization.

So why was he still thinking about it? Why couldn’t he stop replaying the look on her face? Alexander leaned back into the chair. Closing his eyes. His thoughts drifted backward. Years backward. To the day he first met Victoria. Back then, life had looked very different. He had just been thrown out of a company building. Another rejection. Another failure. Another person unwilling to take a chance on him. He remembered standing outside the Laurent Financial building feeling completely defeated. His business idea was good. At least he believed it was.