Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Regret Harriet And Damien

I had walked away from the villa without looking back even though my heart shattered the moment the ink dried. Nathan had delivered the news in the worst way possible. I was sad, angry, and embarrassed by what had happened. He had made up his mind before we arrived. Our “romantic getaway” had been nothing but a plan to humiliate me in front of his colleagues and business associates. I could feel his eyes watching me. Waiting for an outburst, a reaction from me. I had given him everything except my dignity and I intend to keep it that way. “Do you regret it?” He asked, finally breaking the silence

Something more hazardous. Distrust. He stepped back slowly, his hand dropping from the wall, but his eyes never left mine. “If you’re lying to me, Elena, you’ll regret it.” The words struck colder than any threat of violence. Because regret meant punishment. And with Alexander, punishment could come in forms more cutting than pain. I wanted to tell him the truth. I wanted to confess everything about Liam, about the warning, about the fear coiling tighter in my chest with every hour. But the memory of Victoria’s crimson smile stopped me.

She hadn't been looking at a maid turned bride; she had been looking at the daughter of her husband’s prisoner. "Damien knew," I whispered, the pain of his betrayal twisting like a knife in my gut. "The two billion dollars... that wasn't just a f*e. It was silence money." "Damien Chen is a businessman, Celeste. He saw a failing empire in the Harringtons and a rising sun in you. He chose the sun." The Architect stepped closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial hum. "But he made one mistake. He started to care about the asset. That’s why he tried to get you to the coast. He wanted to hide you from me."

He said and grabbed his phone from the table. “Oh, Damien.” Harriet looked at him with doe eyes, wondering how he had read her mind. She hadn’t seen her babies in almost two days and it was killing her. She even told herself that it was the reason she was falling sick. “I’ll be back in an hour, okay? I love you.” He said and kissed her on her lips before heading out. As he left, Harriet couldn’t help but feel that he was going to pay Adrian a visit. Fear instantly gripped her as that thought crossed her mind. She now knew that Adrian was a bad and dangerous man, so it would be foolish of Damien to confront him all by himself.

the man said, his voice terrifyingly calm, a quiet, ruthless tone that made it infinitely more frightening than shouting ever could have been. "Three weeks, and I still don't have my money." "Reggie, please." Frank's voice cracked, high and pathetic with raw desperation. "I just need a little more time. I'm begging you." "You said that three weeks ago," Reggie said, his eyes devoid of any human pity. "I don't do more time. I do results." "Please!" Vivian sobbed, her entire body trembling in absolute horror. "We don't have it, we swear on our lives we don't have it!"

The headline burned itself into her retinas: **BREAKING: Blackstone-Moretti affair Tape Leaks - Billionaire Caught in Dubai Affair** The video autoplayed before her sleep-numbed fingers could stop it. Grainy footage. A penthouse bed. Her husband's bare back glistening under Dubai's golden lighting. Sylvia Moretti's crimson nails digging into his shoulders. And that voice - Damien's voice, but thick with something foreign, something hungry - murmuring against Sylvia's throat: "I chose this." my body moved before my mind could catch up. I was across the room, my knees hitting the Carrara marble tiles hard enough to bruise, retching into the $14,000 Baccarat vase that had been a tenth anniversa

Harriet seethed, her eyes blazing. She'd endured years, letting me bask, for his inheritance and marriage. Now it was all crumbling. She gritted her teeth and hissed, "That bitch ruined everything. No inheritance and no marriage. I'll tear her apart!" A sharp slap cut her off. She clutched her cheek, staring up at Damian in disbelief. "You hit me?" His gaze was a tundra, chilling her to the bone. "The ring I had earlier," he said slowly, "was the one I gave to my savior in the fire. It wasn't you, right?"

“You think I’d ever let us fall apart, Kim? No way. I’m not losing you. Not to money, not to Roland, or to anyone else. You're mine, and mine only.” I blinked at him, confused. “I already told you I'm not leaving you no matter what. So why do you sound like our world is about to come to an end simply because we're short on money?” Damien smiled faintly. “I’m not broke,” he said. “Not even close. I’m still a billionaire, Kim. Even if I lost Carter Corp tomorrow, I’d still be fine.” I frowned, searching his face. “What?” He nodded. “I’ve got properties and investments all across the country. Stuff no one knows about except a few of my closest aides. Stocks, real estate, private businesses. I m

By seven, it migrated beyond business circles entirely, appearing on general news platforms and social media feeds across the country, shared and reshared by people who never once heard of Hart Global before that morning but found the story irresistible regardless. A quiet, discarded wife. A hidden fortune larger than her husband's own empire. A divorce that suddenly looked very different in hindsight. By the time the sun fully rose over the city, the story belonged to everyone. Damian's POV I arrived at Blackwood Group headquarters at my usual time, seven-forty, coffee in hand, mind already occupied with the day's agenda. The Tokyo contracts had cleared legal review overnight. The Whitmore

“You always start caring after the damage is done.” His chest tightened. “I know.” She brushed past him, heels echoing sharply. Outside, rain had begun to fall. Serena stepped under the awning, searching for her car. “Serena,” Ethan called. She turned reluctantly. “If he is mine,” he said carefully, “I won’t hurt him.” Her expression went cold. “You already hurt him,” she said. “By hurting me.” She walked away before he could respond. That night, Serena received an email. No sender name. Just a subject line: Did you think the truth would stay hidden forever?