The Billionaire's Regret Harriet And Damien นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“And I’m not even focused on the sex part. I just don’t understand why you would lie to Julian just to sabotage my marriage.” She couldn’t respond. “And as for Aiden,” I continued. “It’s also shameful to know that you slept with Julian and also got pregnant with his baby. Don’t you feel embarrassed? You are a baby mama to your best friend’s ex-husband.” “Ex-best friend, you mean,” she said with a mischievous smirk. “That was what you said earlier, right?” I shook my head. Harper didn’t feel remorseful about what she did. It was as if she had only stopped me because she wanted to rub everything in my face.

He leaned closer, his eyes burning into mine with an intensity that made me forget how to breathe. "I let you hate me, Scarlett," he whispered, a tear escaping his eye and tracing a path down his cheek. "I let you believe I was a coward who stopped loving you, because your hatred was the only thing keeping you safe from the monsters at my door. I spent five years clawing my way to the top, taking down every single person who threatened our safety, just so I could finally stand in front of you as a man who could protect you."

The sight of it shocked me, but it did not shock me as much as the lithe woman standing beside him. She looked... gorgeously otherworldly. Her beauty was out of this world and her green eyes were complete focused on Drey. Unlike Drey, her smile was wide and contagious. They was an energy about her that was rich, warm, inviting and mysterious. Was that her? Was that “Vanessa Hart, we’re quite surprised by the news of your engagement to the billionaire bachelor, Drey Falcon,” one of the newsmen said, cutting through my thoughts. Bachelor? Did they say he was a bachelor? Only hours after divorcing me? My pulse quickened , my breaths coming out in shallow bursts.

Damien doubted that guy for a long time and finally, he caught him abusing women and even sleeping with Anastasia's new personal maid. Harper shook his head in disbelief. "And I have trusted that bustard! Bringing him from the Street after his father lost all his wealth, I sheltered him. Then I wanted to give him all my assets and my precious daughter. And what did he give me in return? Only loss and betrayals? What What fool I was?" Damien only stood beside him, watching his boss regretting his decisions. He wanted to laugh at the foolish man, yet, chose not to and climb his way up through this man now.

Maybe some rich guy’s backing her? Lost in thought, I accidentally knocked over Lia’s bag, spilling its contents across the floor. I scrambled to pick everything up, praying I hadn’t cracked her compact or smeared her lipstick. Then I saw it. A check. Not just any check. The kind Uncle Vincent used to give me back then. My blood ran cold. This was it. The secret she’s hiding. Vincent Gray’s big claim about being “good,” about not touching anyone since I left? Lies. Turns out, when someone as gorgeous as Lia is around, he’s still tempted.

I asked softly. Scarlett didn’t answer immediately. Instead, her eyes narrowed. "Is Katniss pregnant?" My heart sank. Of course, she had overheard. Damn it! I should’ve been more careful. Even though Scarlett got what she wanted—me—I knew deep down she still harbored resentment toward Katniss. Her hatred could be dangerous, not just to Katniss, but to her unborn child. "And you went out of your way to find something rare and expensive for her?" Scarlett pressed, her voice sharp. "Why? Do you still have feelings for her?"

Chloe said, kissing him. Brian kissed her back, but he stopped kissing her when she began unbuttoning his shirt. "Don’t seduce me, you need to take your drugs" "I don’t want to" She whines, dancing on his lap and Brian laughed. ****** •LOUNGE, LATER THAT NIGHT• Damien sits with his friends in their private lounge. He has just two friends; Philip and vinson. They have been friends since childhood and they all have their own companies, but Damien is the richest one among his friends, cuz he is a billionaire.

NEXT MORNING••• Damien's eyes roamed to the cabinet built into the marble wall where Olivia's scrubs and toiletries always stood and the emptiness made something in him churn. He was suddenly pissed, remembering how she left with his brother of all persons. He continued staring at his reflection on the large mirror and the look of anger slowly morphed into irritation at himself. He was Damian Brown, a business man, owner of diverse companies and a Billionaire. It was dumb to get angry over people who weren't worth it. Besides, he was irresistible and it was easy to get any woman of his choice at the raise of a finger. Someone like Olivia held no value to him and that was it.

Alessia said, her voice already receding as she turned to Lucien, discussing a dinner reservation as if I were no longer in the room. As they dragged me toward the door, I looked back one last time. Lucien was leaning down, whispering something in her ear, and she, the woman who had never laughed in my presence for three years let out a soft, genuine smile. I was the one who had made her a billionaire’s wife. But he was the one who had made her a Queen. I was escorted into the bright, unforgiving light of the Chicago afternoon, standing on the sidewalk as a cold rain began to fall. My empire was gone. My child was gone.

I opened my eyes slowly and saw that he had shot one of the men. “What do you want?” I heard Adrian say on the phone. “Dominic, let her go.” Dominic laughed. “Oh, now you care?” “Who are you and what the fuck do you want from me?” “I want your soul if I could have it.” It was clear that Dominic wasn't mentally stable. He was crazy. “Let her go. What do you want from me?” Adrian asked. “Wow.” Dominic sighed. “This is a huge upgrade from the last time. Tell me, Adrian. Are you in love with her? Did you fuck her again? I hope not because I wouldn’t want to have what you already did.”