The Billionaire's Regret Harriet And Damien Novels & Stories

“I wasn’t talking about your looks, Damien. I mean the way you handled Harper. You were calm. Demure, even. I had expected you to be brutal tonight and honestly, i wouldn’t have cared. But instead, you made him look small without even raising your voice.” Something flickered in his gaze. He closed the distance between us, his steps quiet but carrying weight. “You see, darling,” he began, “Harper and I go back,” he said. “Once, we were partners until he snitched. Until he forgot where loyalty ends and greed begins.” His jaw ticked, just slightly. “I cut ties, but the man keeps crawling back, thinking he can outplay me. He’s welcome to lose his money. It only makes me richer.” The room went st

Soon, it would be gone completely. But she’d be back. She’d be back stronger than he could ever imagine. And when she was, he’d finally understand what regret truly meant. The plane touched down in Seattle as the sun rose over the mountains. Sophia stepped onto the tarmac, a small suitcase in one hand and a secret in her heart. But waiting for her at baggage claim was a man in a dark suit – one she’d never seen before, but whose eyes were fixed on her face. He pulled out his phone, typed a quick message, and looked up at her with a cold smile.

GREGORY HART DETAINED IN INTERNATIONAL FRAUD CASE. Damian stared at the papers silently. No satisfaction appeared on his face. No triumph. Just distance. “You really don’t care anymore, do you?” The question left my mouth before I fully realized I was asking it. Damian leaned farther back against the pillows while watching the snowfall outside again. “I care about the people who worked there,” he admitted quietly. “The employees. The families who’ll get dragged through this.” A faint pause followed. “But the empire itself?” His eyes lowered briefly. “I think I already lost too much of myself trying to save it.”

“Plan? What are you—” “You see,” Charlotte continued, voice low and deliberate, “I was Damian’s girlfriend before you ever stepped into his life. We shared moments, dreams… and then he discarded me. Told me to get rid of the child I carried. I lost… everything because of him, Vivian. Because of his cold decisions, his lack of responsibility. I lost my womb. My chance at life I had imagined with him. And now, he has you—he has what should have been mine. So I am taking it back, through you.”

“Can I know what he did? Myrtle’s head turns to meet mine and her eyes tell me I might have just touched a nerve. She stares at me, and I know what she wants, and while it might hurt me to tell her full-on, this is something that heavily concerns my husband and I need to make something of it. “You owe me, Myrtle.” A cold look crosses her face and she nods, “Indeed I do. So what is it you want to know? Is it that this King Damianos was a rapist, who committed an unspeakable atrocity against a young girl barely of age? Or is it that he killed Harriet, and her husband, and took all they had worked to gain, for himself, including the daughter he was called on to help save?”

Dominic recounted every detail of our love story, and as he spoke, a faint smile crept across his lips. The sky was growing dark by the time the girl suddenly cried out: "Oh no! I told my roommate I'd be back an hour ago!" Dominic watched her retreating figure shrink into the distance, and for a moment, it was as if he were seeing me from years ago. Just as bright. Just as full of life. He bought every burial plot surrounding mine, and then he bought our old apartment—the one we'd shared all those years ago. The once-powerful head of the Harrington empire died in that tiny apartment, wearing the same clothes he'd worn the day they first met, clutching a torn marriage certificate to his chest

Smiled at me as if he already knew something I did not. "Aria, Edward Hart. I am glad to meet the woman who tamed this man," he said, nodding at Damien and laughing at his own joke. "I would not call it taming," I said. "More like an ongoing negotiation." Damian almost smiled. Almost. The conversation revolved around acquisitions, market forecasts, and Singapore. I stood next to Damien, doing my part and looking at Vanessa Hart the way I look at things I can not articulate. She never said anything. She would never again get too close to him, touch him, or let his eyes fall where he should not. She was impeccable. This is the part that caught my attention.

he whispered back as he kissed her hair dragging in her beautiful cheery blossom shampoo scent. Very far away from where they were, Greg have heard Damien wake up with his memories intact and Charlotte failed to get him to her side, Damien called off their partnership which made her more focused on her family company, they are rich too but they can go bankrupt if the company does not have a good business reputation. He knows Damien wouldn't even think he is responsible for his accident because they've never had any encounter face to face before so he can relax and focus in his life but what he doesn't know is that Damien knows he is responsible because it's been a while he last had issues wi

Harley's POV I can't believe the doctor fired me because of the idiot guy. I never thought the doctor would do that. I thought he liked me. I could see the look of defeat on the so-called Billionaire's face and a look of pity on his friend's face and Anita's. I picked up my things and left the hospital. As soon as I get home, I walk into the house to see my grandmother knitting another cardigan for me in the living room. The last one she did was for Jim.

I told myself it was fine to take a day off to pamper myself after all I was technically on leave. That evening, just when Lark and Nylah had left the house with Meredith to go stroll before dinner, I received a notification that had me swooning. “Billionaire Ivan Dmitri, CEO of Zytech was found this afternoon, shot dead in his hospital room.” The phone fell off my loose fingers. My head was throbbing suddenly and the note I'd received with the roses took on a sinister flavor.