Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Regret Harriet And Damien

His gaze drifted back to the child’s name on the page. Ethan Hart. Five years old. His son. The words didn’t grow easier with repetition; they only grew more devastating. And beneath the shock came a visceral emotion he rarely permitted himself to feel: regret. It wasn’t an abstract or philosophical concept. It was immediate, crushing, and deeply personal. He pressed his knuckles against his temple. If he had known. If she had just told him. If anything had been different— The thoughts collapsed under their own futility. None of it had happened that way, and now he was left standing in the wreckage of the aftermath.

sexy as hell. What's wrong with me though? Why am I thinking about this too much? It's not like I'm going to end up with either of them anyway. Stupid, little me. “Oh, would you look at the time?” Damien says, checking his watch. “Let's get you home before your husband comes and puts a bullet to my head.” I chuckle. “What's the deal between you two anyway? Why does he hate you so much?” “He's Liam Everhart. He hates everything that gets in his way.”

There wasn’t any sign of uncertainty in her voice. “Oh my goodness,” I murmured to myself and my stomach churned. “Are you sure?” I was still in denial. What would Maxim want with my baby? “I am very sure, he says you’re the one who caused him to go to prison and he wants revenge or something,” Riley replied, her voice firm. “Wow.” I was at a loss for words and didn’t even know what else to say. Maxim was really out of his mind. Ever since I spoke to him through the phone and confronted him about his true nature, I hadn’t set my eyes on him.

I gritted out “Oh yes, my condolences to Cassandra and Liam, it’s always sad to lose a child. "You have no idea what it's like" He tilted his head, expression darkening. "Actually, I do" he said softly and stood up to leave “1988 white chapel carillon” He added before turning and walking away, leaving me there.

My louse was unbuttoned halfway down, exposing the swell of my breasts. And Damian was right there. He stood there, his eyes dropping straight to the open part of my shirt before darting back up at me. His stare wasn’t just awkward, it was heavy, sharp, like he could see straight through me and every wrong thing I had just done. I fumbled, quickly buttoning up, my fingers trembling. Guilt washed over me in a wave. Did he know? Could he tell? “You can use your time and be useful here instead of running around with your business with Chris Valemont,” Damian said coldly.

Why would he do that to her? Voices outside made her still at what they said. “…did you hear Michael was found? He almost died again! That man has the nine lives of a cat,” a woman said, followed by the chuckles of the rest of them. “What's more, I heard he's the lost billionaire from the city, they thought he was dead, can you imagine how lucky he is?” Another chipped in what she mentioned, piquing Christine's attention. Michael was a billionaire? How was that possible? The mere thought of staying with Andrew, a mere millionaire's son, and leaving an actual billionaire didn't add up. She had to act and act fast and soon.

He is the one responsible here. “I know, Ariel. I know that I have hurt you and I know it's not easy for you to forgive me. I regret that night, every day and night. I cry in secret when I am alone, questioning everything. Why did I do this to you? Why did I ask you to abort our child? All this time I blamed myself for the miscarriage and the thing I regret the most is that I left you for a bitch like Fiona and married her. She was with me just for the money, I should have listened to my parents and your warnings. She was nothing more than a gold digger and a year ago she came to the house with a guy in her arms and demanded a divorce, claiming that she never loved me, she loved my money.

I refuse to raise my kids with those blood money'' Mystique eyed her kids and they got the hint and chased each other out from the room, Archer silently followed them. "Do you realize how Damien would feel knowing you turned his kids into beggars when he has more than enough to raised them for ten lifetimes and you've lost pounds of weight already!" Harriet brought out, calling the name She had not heard for so many years, the name She refused to call, suddenly Her eyes turned glassy but She continued to rock the baby. To be continued....!

I asked seriously and he nodded. “Yes.” He began. “We hacked into Mr. Michello's bank accounts and withdrew the sum of $5 billion. He didn't make any attempt of calling for help, but when his three companies went bankrupt and his wife's facial surgery had lapses, he is currently in need of money and surrenders.” Harry informed me steadily. “Good.” I smirked. “We have to change terms now. Something bitter than he had ever tasted.” I grinned mischievously. “He is inviting you for a meeting, promising to do anything you want as long as his wife will be saved.” Harry said.

“I absolutely did not.” “Liar.” “I merely…calculated incorrectly.” She burst into laughter. “There it is.” “What?” “Your billionaire ego.” “My ego is perfectly reasonable.” She folded her arms dramatically. “The man who controls multinational companies can’t throw a ring?” “I was distracted.” “By what?” “You.” Her cheeks flushed. “You flirt shamelessly.” “Only with one woman.” She looked away, smiling. Sometimes, Daniel realized, happiness wasn’t loud. It wasn’t private jets. Or luxury hotels.