The Billionaire Playboy's Regret

His mouth found my throat, tongue tracing a hot path down to my pulse. When he closed his lips over my chest, swirling his tongue in slow, torturous circles, pleasure speared through me so sharply I cried out. My body arched into him, craving more, but my mind whispered: You’re giving him everything. There’ll be no hiding after this. ********* I was divorced for another woman. Three years of marriage erased with one signature...because my husband chose his mistress. I thought losing him was the worst betrayal. Then I met his boss. He is hot, powerful and dangerous in a way that makes my pulse race. A billionaire who looks at me like I was never disposable… only claimed too late. He shouldn’t want me. I shouldn’t want him. But every glance lingers. Every touch is a warning. And every secret pulls us closer to ruin. My ex-husband regrets losing me. His mistress fears me. And the man I’m falling for is the one I was never meant to touch. My ex husband thought divorcing me would break me. He was wrong. Now the regret belongs to him. ****Trigger warning*Smut* Smut*Smut

This book is authored by Drunken Angel. "Kill the bitch!" Someone in the crowd yells. I use my hands to shield my head as whips and blows rain on me. My screams fall on deaf ears as more kicks and punch land on every exposed part of my body. "Stop!" prince Evan's unmistakable authoritative voice roars and the mob immediately scatters away from me. He doesn't sound as pissed as before. Did he learn the truth? "Give the girl a quick death!" Oops! Guess nothing changed. The soldier plunges the sword deep into my chest. My life doesn't flash in front of my eyes. I only feel like I am falling into a dark void. **************************** All was well with Talia's life until her mother was falsely accused of attempting to murder the powerful Alpha Prince. Evan, the future Alpha King, is the perfect embodiment of male beauty and royal grace. But Talia was utterly disappointed when he fails to see past his mother's evil lies. To save her mother's life, Talia boldly demanded to be punished in place of her mother. She died under the sword of the soldier. But the moon Goddess had another plan for her. She was reborn three years later and determined to take revenge on all of her enemies. But real shock hits her when she finds out that she is King Evan's mate, the same man who doomed her family. Will she accept his help in getting them back?

I see her in his arms. Adrian’s hand is at her waist, and she’s looking up at him like he hasn’t spent years breathing the same air as her without ever earning that look. My fingers curl around my glass. Then he says something. I don’t hear it. I don’t need to. Because Wren… giggles. My world tilts. I’ve heard her laugh before—sharp, defiant. But this was different. And it was not for me. Rage claws up my throat, aimed straight at Adrian. I shouldn’t care. Except I do. I fucking do. Then Wren stumbles. Adrian catches her, pulls her back—and their lips collide. Just a peck. Clearly accidental. But it detonates inside me. Something snaps. The glass slips from my hand, shattering, and all I see is red. My body moves before my mind can catch up. Because suddenly, it all crashes into place. Her silence. The loss. It felt like I’d lost something I didn’t even know I was holding onto. And I was the one who did it. My pranks. My cruelty. I was the reason her scholarship got revoked! God! A bitter taste floods my mouth. She cut me off because she had every right to. Because I deserved it. But that doesn’t mean I can let her go. It doesn’t mean I will. If it takes groveling, I’ll grovel. If it takes begging, I’ll beg. Hell, if it takes dropping to my knees in front of this entire fucking college and tearing my pride apart piece by piece just to earn a fraction of her forgiveness. Because she matters. I don’t care about anything except her slipping out of my reach. And I’m ready to burn everything down for her.

After being married for three years, I was very satisfied with my life. My husband was handsome, caring, gentle, emotionally stable, and never lost his temper with me. That was until the day when I saw my kind husband cornering his true love. He asked angrily, "You were the one who decided to marry someone else, what right have you got to ask me to do anything?" Only then did I realize that he could be emotionally unstable when he was truly in love with someone. I knew my place, so I decided to divorce my husband and disappear from his life. A lot of people said that Ryan had gone mad and that he was turning the whole Jelaston upside down just to find me. I felt that it was impossible for someone so emotionally stable as Ryan to go crazy. Not to mention the fact that I was just an ex-wife that he didn't really care about. Sometime later, he saw me standing next to another man. He grabbed my wrists and pleaded with red eyes, "I'm sorry, Charlotte. Please come back to me." Only then did I realize that what I heard other people talking about wasn't just a rumor. Ryan really had gone mad.

I was Garrett Blackwood's lost sister, separated from my Alpha brother for ten years. When I finally returned to Stormfang Pack, I discovered he already had an adopted sister. I became the unwanted one. Even when I was brutally murdered, no one sought justice for me. Not until three years later when the case was reopened and my diary was found. Only then did my powerful Alpha brother finally collapse under the weight of his delayed remorse.

On the day of my first shift, my Alpha triplet adoptive brothers weren't by my side for the first time ever, because their long-lost birth sister Scarlett had returned. My doting third brother Hunter abandoned me in a forest crawling with rogue wolves and made me walk back alone. My gentle second brother Ethan slapped me across the face for Scarlett, demanding to know why I was being so vicious. Even my usually level-headed oldest brother Mason told me to get out and never come back for his birth sister's sake, without even bothering to hear my side of the story. Scarlett's sweet facade fell away when we were alone. "So what if your parents sacrificed themselves to save my brothers? They are my biological brothers. You're just a mongrel with no blood relation. Even if I drive you out, my brothers will definitely take my side." I didn't say another word. I just grabbed my bags and left. They thought I was just throwing a tantrum and would be back in a few days. The three brothers even postponed their busy pack affairs to accompany their birth sister to patrol the Northern territories – to see the snowy tundra I had always dreamed of visiting. Many days later, when they returned to the pack, they suddenly learned that I had joined a Beta Wolf Enhancement Program that would last ten years, with no contact with the outside world. When they knew that I could never come home again, they fell apart.

My father scoured the underground markets and bought my sister and me a pair of twin wolf-blood slaves. Catherine snatched the tall, powerfully built brother first—his alpha scent already awakening despite the silver shackles. That left me with the scrawny, silver-poisoned "cripple" whose wolf seemed permanently dormant. I pitied the poor bastard. His wolf was so suppressed I could barely catch his scent, so I kept him close, hoping my presence might help him heal. His legs were useless, twisted from what looked like forced silver injections. I dragged him to every back-alley healer and rogue pack doctor I could find, desperate to purge the poison from his system. I figured some brutal werewolf hunter had shattered both him and his wolf. Until my dad's rival pack snatched us both during the blood moon. He exploded from his wheelchair in a surge of raw alpha power, his true scent hitting me like a freight train. Golden eyes blazing, when my father's enemy aimed a silver gun at my sister, he grabbed me and shielded her from six bullets. "I'm sorry, Catherine can't die. I'll make it up to you in the next life." That's when it hit me—he wasn't crippled, wasn't even an omega. The silver poisoning? That was all just for me. I blinked... and woke up on slave-picking day. This time, I set him free.

"I, Emma Wilfred, reject you, Darrell Blackwood, as my fated mate.” My voice wavered as fresh tears streamed down my cheeks. “May our bond be severed.” He stepped forward. “We shouldn't do this, Emma.” “Then you’re free not to accept the rejection,” I interrupted coldly. “If you’re ready to give up everything and fight for our love,” I said, part of me hoping, desperately praying that he would really choose us. But in the end, Darrell chose power over our love. “I accept the rejection......" ******************** She gave her heart to her mate.....and he shattered it days before their union. All Emma ever wanted was to love her fated mate, devote herself to him, and one day bear his pups. But just two days before their marking ceremony, he handed her a wedding invitation; to another woman, all for power. Broken, humiliated and unwanted, Emma left her pack behind and vanished without a trace. Six years later, she's no longer the naive girl who believed in fairy tales. Now as a fierce and successful lawyer, Emma lives by one rule: Never to trust a man. But her life becomes in danger when the rogue Alpha is now ready to make her pay for ruining his perfect life. She thought that would be the end.....until she was rescued by Darrell Blackwood. As fate pulls their paths again, Darrell is drawn to Emma in ways he can't explain. But when he discovered her five-year-old daughter with eyes hauntingly like his own, everything changes. Now Darrell wants answers. Emma wants distance And the past? It's not done with either of them.

June Carter, a dedicated nurse, thought she knew her husband, billionaire Lucas Grey, but when secrets from his past and her own family begin to surface, her life spirals into chaos. As June navigates betrayal, passion, and a dangerous game of revenge, she must decide whether to fight for her marriage or embrace a new beginning. With unexpected twists and a mysterious stranger who could change everything, June’s journey is far from predictable.

On her fifth wedding anniversary, Mireille Rousseau dies in a staged car accident orchestrated by her billionaire husband Damon Kessler and his mistress Vivienne Marchetti. She opens her eyes the morning before her wedding — twenty-two years old, every memory intact, and one single objective: burn it all down before it begins. She rejects Damon publicly at the altar. She signs a contract marriage with Nikolai Voss — the cold, ruthless CEO her ex-husband destroyed in her previous life. She gives Nikolai the one thing money cannot buy: she already knows every move Damon is going to make. What begins as a pure transaction slowly becomes something neither of them planned for. Nikolai watches Mireille dismantle a man who once buried her and he cannot look away. Mireille watches Nikolai step into every battle beside her without being asked and she cannot explain what that does to her. Meanwhile Damon Kessler is unraveling. She is not grieving. She is not chasing him. She is not the woman he built his entire plan around. And the more he reaches for her the more he loses — his company, his reputation, his carefully constructed empire — and he begins to understand too late that he never actually knew what he had.