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He squinted, scanning the lines again, his heart pounding faster with each sentence. His hands began to tremble like a patient with Parkinson's disease. “I know this may come as a shock to you, Zephyr. But you deserve it anyway. You have no idea how long I have waited for this day. The day you lose someone you love due to your stupidity. Did you think you could enjoy life after making me and my family your slaves? Not on my watch.

When he said he had a meeting with “Carter Holdings the following week, it confirmed what she was already starting to realize, that this wasn’t going to end here, and when he followed it by saying that it wouldn’t be the last time they saw each other, the meaning behind it was clear enough that it didn’t need to be explained, because now it wasn’t about chance, it was about something that was going to continue. Aria held his gaze for a second longer than she should have, long enough to feel that reality settle in a way she couldn’t ignore, long enough to understand that this was already becoming something she couldn’t control as easily as she wanted to, and then she let her expression return

“Because just looking at you makes me want to wrap my hands around you and… Ugh!” If he had asked for forgiveness right now, I honestly don’t know what I would have done, because I don’t think it’s something I’m ready to give as yet. “I just needed you to know that I know the truth now,” he adds quietly. I stare at him for a long moment and for the first time in years… I see it. Not the arrogant billionaire. Not the arrogant boy who broke my heart. Just a man drowning in regret. Unfortunately for him, regret doesn’t turn back time.

My eyes go wide as that word sparks straight into my head and this forces me to groan. I do not understand this. I think to myself, glaring hard at the thin air with all the anger in my veins, why the hell is this person doing this? "And the second option, well, if you can’t do that, you can as well come to a location which I am going to send to you right now with a sum of 30 billion dollars. I know you are much more than capable of accomplishing that, but if you can’t, you can ask your darling husband, or should I say ex-husband Vincent, to assist you with that. You have about a day to accomplish and make your choice. If none of this happens, we will kill your son."

I took a shaky breath and sat on the chair. “What do I do? Do I wait for him here?” I asked him, unsure what the next step would be. “I would advise you to go home, perhaps you can go to his house later, when he is calm, he will listen to you.” It made sense; he was upset now, and he wouldn’t listen to me. “Thank you,” I told him, gathered my things, and left the office. I could feel the gaze of the workers as I left. I was the lowlife who snuck her way into the billionaire's world only to ruin it, I could feel their disgust and their eyes trying to rip me out.

She looked at me with mixed feelings, her eyes quivering as she couldn't say a word to me. Sounds of cameras filtered in the air as much as gossip. “BREAKING NEWS: The Billionaire Heir who rejected and divorced his wife regrets his actions and desperately wants her back!” It was showcased on the sign board in less than a minute before my action. That was the power of reporters and social media.

--- Flashback – One Month Ago "Elena, you’re marrying Alexander Drake." I stared at my father across his mahogany desk, the heavy scent of cigar smoke hanging in the air. "What?” He stayed calm, unfazed. "This marriage will finally put an end to the long-standing feud between the Morettis and the Drakes. It’ll bring our reputations together, strengthen our business ties, and draw in new investors. It’s the perfect solution." I shook my head, feeling a wave of disbelief wash over me. "You can’t be serious. Alexander Drake can’t stand us."

Since then, only a few people had heard rumours of her struggling to raise a child as a single mother in a distant city, but today, here she was in New York, appearing before a large crowd in a stunning dress and challenging every known billionaire in the city. The moment Flora collected her gift, she waved it to the public, turning her gaze towards Debby and Richard while she smirked devilishly at them. Since the day Richard set his eyes on Flora at the restaurant, he hadn't been himself. And now that he had seen her again at the auction, the same feeling he had been fighting against for the past six years came back creeping in his mind and haunting him again—the feeling of guilt and regret

“I can’t keep calm Dinah. You come home with some talk about being the long lost daughter of a billionaire, and without even allowing me to assimilate and comprehend what you’ve just said, you’re already packing up. You are leaving me Dinah, you’re leaving us and…” “And what?” She asked, heaving slightly as she turned to face Tessa. “This is not fair at all. I’m happy for you, but are you sure that…” “If you’re happy for me, then you would be assisting me not shouting at me. Oh goodness! What do you even expect me to do or say? You want me to believe that my newfound fortune is not true, and now I know the kind of person you are. You of all people know how bad I’ve been having it these past

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!"