The Billionaire's Regret Harriet And Damien นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"My father fought for his territory. He bled for it. He raised his pack with honor. And it was all stolen, slaughtered because of your so-called rules. My entire bloodline, my home, reduced to ashes. And you stand here justifying it?" Damien’s eyes flickered with something—guilt or regret, I couldn’t tell. His voice softened. "Whatever happened in the past, I will fix it. The Dark Night Pack will be compensated. I’ll return what was stolen." I shook my head, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. "You think compensation can undo genocide?" I turned from him, wiping away the tears burning my eyes. I wouldn’t let him see the depth of the wound he had left on me. Without another word, I walked away.

Then Damien came out, silent, carrying two glasses of whiskey. He handed me one. “I’m not apologizing,” I muttered. “Neither am I,” he said. But then, after a long pause, he added, “I’d rather fight with you every day than spend a single one without you.” The words knocked the anger right out of me. I laughed, bitter and soft, and leaned into him. “You’re impossible.” “And you love it,” he smirked. Damn him. He was right. Months later, Hale Hotels began to thrive again. Investors who once doubted us now begged to stay. Damien’s uncle rotted in prison, Ethan faced trial, and Clara finally found peace.

“Then tell me what it is!” He hesitated, then took a step closer. “Damian didn’t steal from your father. He tried to save what was left of his legacy. Henry Harper was betrayed—by Julian, by investors, even by his own lawyer. Damian bought the company fragments in secret to keep them out of Julian’s hands. If he hadn’t, your family would’ve been erased completely.” Elena stared at him, her anger flickering into confusion. “Then why didn’t he tell me?” “Because he thought you’d never believe him.”

Her mind screamed threatening to erupte up her throat. Damien was known as one of the most powerful men in the business world and right before he got married, he was also acknowledged as the most handsome bachelor's. She couldn't believe she was in the presence of a billionaire. Whoever would have told her this day would come she wouldn't believe it. But yet she couldn't help but ask herself why he was here? Damien from a distance watched the scene that went on between Emily and her step mother but it was cut short as Garry interrupted.

Nate mutters. “Oh please,” she scoffs, “You’re just mad I found someone emotionally available.” “Emotionally available and suspicious,” Nate corrects. “That guy had you sign a new business deal the last time your mariachi fizz line dipped.” “And I made a million dollars back, thank you very much,” Camille says, her grin smug despite the blood loss. “Leon told me to trust him.” “Exactly. Why didn’t he just give you the money to invest somewhere else, huh? Why his business?” Nate glances at her through the mirror. “That right there is suspicious. You’re just too blind to see it.”

David smiled and got out of bed, We both went downstairs to the kitchen to make dinner. I sat on the kitchen counter, watching David move around the kitchen. He looked surprisingly happy as he gathered the ingredients and started preparing dinner for me. It was strange seeing him like this. The billionaire everyone knew, standing in his expensive kitchen and actually taking his time to make dinner for me. I watched him quietly for a while, I took a deep breath. This could have been our life. Just David and me, living together, sharing moments like this without having to worry about anyone else. If Tamara had never come into the picture, maybe things would have been different. Instead, she ha

“Look, Josephine, I’ll be straight with you. I don’t love you. I tried, I really did. But it just didn’t happen. I saw effort in you, and that’s why I kept trying. I even proposed to you... but it’s not working. I can’t keep pretending.” He gestured toward the woman standing beside him, who smiled broadly. “This is Vivian. She’s the one I’ve always loved. We broke up before, but now we’re back together.” Josephine’s anger flared. “Vivian is the one you’ve always loved? Really? But when you lost all your money to that Ponzi scheme, when you begged me for help to start over—what happened then? You didn’t know she was ‘the one,’ did you?” Her voice rose, trembling with anger.

Then, because she had clearly been born without any reasonable brakes, she took another spoonful of oatmeal and went right back to talking to the Barbies as if the recent tragedy had been nothing more than a commercial interruption. I turned slowly toward the window so I would not laugh into my coffee cup. Salma cleared her throat softly in the direction of the toaster. Rhea dropped back into her chair with a theatrical sigh. “I am leaving this country wounded.” “New York is waiting for you very patiently,” I said. Hazel picked up her phone, checked something, then looked at me across the table. “Our driver is five minutes away.” “Good.” I stood. “Before either of you starts crying into the

"You snuck straight into Dominic Torres's bed just to get my attention! You set up that fake little studio under his name, using his resources, just to make me jealous and force me to come chasing after you! You thought if I saw you with another billionaire, I’d panic and throw Petra aside for you!" Valerie let out a dry, harsh laugh, looking at him as if he were a specimen under a microscope. "You are truly sick in the head, Damian. You kick me out after stealing my hard work, and your twisted ego actually convinced you that I’m doing all of this for you? You think the world revolves around your pathetic existence?" Damian’s arrogant smile flickered for a fraction of a second, his eyes flas

Chapter 7 Gray mist hung over the Seattle skyline. Damien Reines stood in the balcony of his private suite with a mug of black coffee in one hand and a stack of documents in the other. He had spent the last three hours analyzing the files from Emily’s backpack. Every sheet pointed to a calculated corporate execution. Victor Reines had stripped Hart Industries down to its bones, using Emily’s own uncle as a pawn. Damien’s jaw tightened. he set his coffee down and pulled out his phone, dialing a number that few people possessed.